Kang Chan estimated the speed their truck was moving before they got ambushed. Based on his calculations, it seemed to have been moving at a similar speed to running at a moderate pace. If so, then it would take him forty to fifty minutes to cover the same distance at a normal pace, and with Enzo on his back, he’d require at least an hour and a half to two hours. 0

Son of a bitch!0

The sun was just now reaching the top of his head, scorching the tips of his hair. 0

A pungent odor wafted up from Enzo’s legs. 0

Sweat clung to his back where Enzo was touching him. Enzo’s raspy breathing brushed against his nape too. 0

Click. Click.0

The clatter of rifles, magazines, and bayonets was more distinct than his boots on the ground. 0

That noon, a mass of shadows clung to his boots, trampling them with each step he took. 0

Click. 0

Feeling a prickle on the back of his head, Kang Chan stopped walking and turned around. 0

Motherfuckers. 0

Enzo was right. Crazy bastards with long, scary-looking bayonets and guns slung over their shoulders were following them. 0

They had spread out in a semicircle and assumed a low stance, ready to drop to the ground.0

How many could Kang Chan kill if he opened fire now?0

Kang Chan stood...0