Chapter 180
Elijah’s normally neat, short hair was soaked by rain, hanging over his forehead. His exceptionally handsome face appeared unnaturally pale, with not even a hint of color on his lips. Just as he had caught his breath, the intense pain in his waist made him suddenly feel dizzy, and he had to kneel and prop himself up with one knee, unable to hold on any longer.
“Mr. Freeman!”
Despite running all this way with him in the rain, his companions were oblivious to his injury. Elijah, although wounded, had not made a single sound. Only now did they notice the deep, long gash on his side, which was becoming pale from the rain but still oozed blood.
Moreover, Elijah’s body was heating up as if he had a fever!
If they could not stop the bleeding and reduce his fever in time, his life would be in danger!
Fortunately, his subordinates were mostly individuals who had emerged from the military and knew first aid. Soon, they rushed around, utilizing their knowledge, but it took nearly an hour to bandage Elijah’s wound properly due to limited resources.
Elijah woke up from a hazy state, his parched and pale lips uttering, “Back to Farlem… tomorrow!”
His subordinate, Lionel, was frantic.
Elijah was practically delirious from his fever, yet he was still fixated on returning to Farlem?! “Mr. Freeman, your body is too weak. Those people outside are still looking for us. If you act rashly, you might reopen your wound. Are you really willing to risk your life?”
Elijah bit his lip. He had overcome even heavier injuries before, so what was this?
As the pain subsided, he began to piece together the events. “Did you notice that the people we fought with had a small tattoo on the inside of their arms that looks exactly the same?”
Lionel thought for a moment, tore off a piece of cloth that was about to be used for bandaging Elijah’s wound, mixed it with some mud from the ground, and sketched the tattoo based on his memory, handing it to Elijah.
A group of people huddled around the torn cloth with the tattoo discussing it.
“This looks like a crest with some kind of animal.”
“Right! An animal. Do these sides look like two horns? A rhinoceros!”
Just as Logan finished speaking, Lionel punched him in the head, “Idiot! A rhinoceros has ears on both sides, only one horn!”
While they chatted animatedly, Elijah’s intensely focused gaze remained fixed on the cloth. After a brief moment of contemplation, he weakly spoke, “It’s a deer, and I clearly remember the writing at the bottom of the crest–LWSN.”
Although his voice was soft, his subordinates heard it, and their expressions turned grave. Years ago, during a joint operation, they had cooperated with a team from Svelton’s Lawson family,
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It seemed that the Lawson family’s team members had a similar tattoo.
Why was their former ally turning into their enemy?
A long silence filled the cave, and Elijah was lost in thought.
After a while, Lionel was the first to speak, attempting to explain, “Mr. Freeman, it might be a misunderstanding. We’ve gone underground for so many years after leaving the military, so not many people know about us. This could be a mix–up…”
Elijah remained silent, his gaze chilling. After all, it was evident they were after them.
To his knowledge, there was an experienced team with detection and concealment abilities in his possession, belonging to Corey, the eldest son of the Lawson family, which operated in both the legal and illegal domains.
Howard and Corey were brothers.
Moreover, during his confrontation with the leader, that person mentioned, “Instead of asking me who I am, you should ask who you’ve let down!”
Upon hearing that statement, Sheena unexpectedly flashed through his mind, causing him to momentarily lose focus and allow that person to wound him.
Could this matter be connected to Sheena?
If it was, and if Howard and Corey were willing to go to such lengths for her, then who exactly was Sheena?
