Chapter 872: Chapter 872: On the Brink of Life and Death, Struck by a Storm...
Arnold was not someone who acted impulsively.
Her threat to cut off Alice Sutton’s tongue was just meant to scare her.
Upon hearing Mark’s words, she immediately promised, "Boss, don’t worry, I definitely won’t kill him!"
With that, Arnold forcefully pinched Alice Sutton’s face, forcing her mouth open.
And the dagger in her hand, glinting coldly in the moonlight, reached towards Alice Sutton’s tongue.
Alice Sutton reached out to grab Arnold’s hand, attempting to stop her.
But the snake venom hadn’t been completely cleared, and after a day’s journey, he had little strength left.
Watching the cold dagger drawing closer, Alice Sutton turned his head in fear, making resisting ’ah ah’ sounds from his mouth.
Arnold laughed coldly, inserting the dagger into Alice Sutton’s mouth, warning, "You’d better not move, unless you want to risk your life, and then you can’t blame me."
Alice Sutton, scared, immediately stopped shaking his head, only staring fiercely and hatefully at Arnold with wide eyes.
Arnold laughed, "What? Do you want to kill me?"
As she spoke, Arnold’s dagger traced a line on Alice Sutton’s tongue, "But what can you do? Now you not only can’t kill me, but have to struggle under my control."
Because of Arnold’s feigned gesture, Alice Sutton was so scared that he fainted.
Seeing Alice Sutton faint from fright, Arnold put away the dagger, "So much for being a ruthless mob boss, fainting just like that, how boring."
Mark chuckled, "Alright, you’ve had your fun. Since your eyes are better, you can keep watch tonight."
Saying this, Mark closed his eyes, leaning against the tree trunk to rest.
Arnold looked at Mark, "Boss, you haven’t eaten yet..."
Mark didn’t even open his eyes, lazily speaking, "There are some things to eat in the bundle. If you’re hungry, eat first; I’ll rest for a bit."
Arnold watched Mark, suddenly recalling how when Mark had unwrapped the canvas from her eyes earlier, he had accidentally touched, as well as the abnormal temperature she overlooked when she hugged Mark.
"Boss, are you having a fever again?" Arnold asked anxiously, immediately returning to Mark’s side, reaching out to touch his forehead.
Mark lazily opened his eyelids, "There is a little sign of fever, but it’s not a big issue, just need some rest."
"Boss, let me see your wound," Arnold said anxiously, reaching to untie the canvas wrapped around Mark’s abdomen.
Mark reached out to stop her, "There’s nothing to see, I’ve already applied medicine."
Arnold’s eyes instantly reddened, "Boss..."
Mark yielded, "Alright, I give in. Just want to see the boss’s wound? I’ll show you."
With that, Mark untied the canvas himself.
But as he untied the canvas, his mouth didn’t stop, "I’m convinced, didn’t see you crying like this when you disguised as a man before..."
As he rambled, Mark lifted his head, "See."
Just like that, Mark’s abdomen, inflamed and festering, red and swollen beyond recognition, was completely exposed to Arnold.
Arnold looked at it with heartache, crystal clear, scorching tears rolling freely from her eyes, "Boss, you..."
Mark laughed, "I’m fine, now, let me rest for a while, okay?"
"Okay." Arnold nodded tearfully, "Boss, let me re-bandage your wound."
Mark looked at the cloth bag placed aside, instructing Arnold, "Inside are the herbs I picked earlier, just find them and apply them on me."
Arnold nodded, reaching to wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes.
Afterward, Arnold followed Mark’s words, found the herbs, crushed them, applied them to Mark’s wound, and re-bandaged it.
From then on, Arnold quietly sat by Mark’s side, guarding and taking care of him...
Fortunately, despite Mark showing signs of fever, it wasn’t as severe as it was before.
By the next morning, after a night’s rest, Mark had regained some strength.
At this time, Alice Sutton had also woken from a comatose sleep.
The three extinguished the campfire and continued on their journey.
However, having spent five days in the forest, they were all at their limit, only relying on sheer willpower and the desire to survive to keep going.
Unfortunately, at noon on the fifth day, they encountered a hungry tiger wandering the forest.
After a fierce battle lasting ten minutes, the three worked together to deal with the tiger, but the already heavily injured group didn’t fare well either.
Mark’s condition worsened, and after dealing with the tiger, he fainted.
Alice Sutton, with a crippled leg and snake venom, though not unconscious, was barely breathing, more inhaling than exhaling.
Among the three, Arnold was the least affected and could still stand.
Arnold gritted her teeth, lifting Mark from the ground, stepping forward, "Boss, hang in there, I will get you out!"
Left behind, the struggling Alice Sutton lay on the ground, reaching out, "I beg you, don’t leave me, take me with you..."
Arnold turned back, looking at Alice Sutton, "Rest assured, if I can walk out of this forest alive, I’ll make sure someone comes to get you."
With that, Arnold turned back, leaving with Mark on her back.
Though Arnold had only walked a few steps, a violent storm began in the forest...
The howling wind roared, torrential rain poured down.
In the midst of the roaring storm, Arnold carried Mark forward step by step.
She didn’t know how long she could hold on, or when she would collapse.
But she knew clearly, as long as she had breath left, she would never abandon her boss, she would surely carry him out of the forest.
Yet, five days of life in the forest had drained too much.
In those five days, their eating was irregular, starving one moment, full the next.
While walking in the forest, they encountered various dangers.
Though each time they had safely made it through, every encounter left different scars on their bodies.
Among them, Mark suffered the most injuries.
