Glancing at Zhao Shuo, who lay unconscious with closed eyes not far away, Lu Heng felt a twinge of guilt in his heart.
This time, I might have overdone it!
He Ming might be annoying, but Zhao Shuo was truly innocent.
Unfortunately, the use of the Bad Luck Talisman didn't just bring misfortune to He Ming; it inadvertently implicated Zhao Shuo as well.
Thankfully, he arrived in time, otherwise, the four college students might not have escaped disaster.
Thinking of this, he glanced back at the assailant he had tied to a tree.
He had hit this guy's forehead hard with a rock.
The bruise on his forehead swelled, with a reddish-purple hue, looking quite dreadful.
But well, it was deserved.
From the vicious attack on both He Ming and Zhao Shuo, it was clear this person was not decent.
Lu Heng stared at him for a while, and suddenly remembered a piece of news.
About a week ago, the police in a neighboring city were pursuing a murderer.
