Xie Fu Yao seriously suspected these monkeys had a grudge against him. Otherwise, why weren't they attacking anyone else? Why only him?
"I think I'll just wait for Zhao Qi."
Xie Fu Yao gave a bitter laugh. The cameraman didn't say anything.
'It was the right call. It's not embarrassing to run if you're scared. Did he really need to put on a brave face for everyone?'
Xie Fu Yao turned to go back, but before he could even take a step, he was overcome with a vague, bad premonition.
THUMP!
Sure enough, something came hurtling toward him. It was moving so fast he couldn't see it clearly.
The impact sent Xie Fu Yao flying into a large tree on the side.
At that moment, Xie Fu Yao finally understood how Meng Xiaoyi must have felt before.
His head was spinning. After steadying himself, he felt a metallic, sweet taste rise in his throat.
He looked toward the thing that had hit him and nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
'Why is it this beast again?'
