Chapter: 1162

Norton cocked his eyebrow and left with his men.

The minibus and the car drove away together and gradually disappeared from Victor's line of sight. In just a few minutes, the place was in total darkness once again.

"Ahem..." Seeing that they were now gone, Victor finally couldn't help but cough, hand clamped over his mouth.

His palm got wet as a result of this.

He sensed that it was blood.

Even though Victor couldn't make out the blood on his palm clearly, he knew his physical condition. If he continued to stay in this place, he would die from internal injuries before the wolves could get to him.

Enduring the bursts of pain in his knee, he slowly got up and tightened his grip on the Swiss knife in his hand.

“Awoo..."

A wolf's howl sounded out right then. Looking in the direction of the wolf's howl, Victor found out that the area was so dark that he couldn't even see his surroundings clearly.

But this time, the wolf's howl sounded closer just now, indicating that it was moving in his direction.

There was no way he could stand here anymore.

Wolves were smart animals and they also had a keen sense of smell.

Looking down at the blood staining his palm, Victor bent down and grabbed a handful of soil in order to dilute the scent of blood on his hand. He mulled it over in his head, trying to think of a good hiding spot.

As long as he could get through the night, he would be able to find a way to leave the forest once morning came around.

He made his way in the complete opposite direction. Every step he made, he could feel pain all over his body and he wanted to cough out more blood. But he couldn't do this. Once he made any noise and coughed blood, there would be wolves on his trail.

He walked for a distance but didn't get very far.

He couldn't walk very far, especially with his hurt knee. At the same time, his forehead was drenched in a cold sweat after walking not very far. He had no idea what he would run into if he continued walking like this. Besides, wolves hunted in packs. He had only heard the sound of one wolf howling just now. It might be calling out to its companions at this very moment.

If he kept walking forward like this, he might run into the other wolves who might be rushing to his spot at this time.

On the one hand, his injury didn't let him get too far. On the other hand, he wasn't so sure what would happen next so he had to preserve his strength to fight whatever came his way.

He hid behind a huge tree and leaned against it for support.

Victor felt immense pain in his chest and lungs and his breathing became a little heavier. He tightly clutched onto the knife in his hand and stayed vigilant for whatever might come in his path.

He had no idea how much time had passed since the wolf's last howl.

Perhaps a couple of minutes, or perhaps even half an hour.

Victor was starting to feel dizzy and he thought he was going to black out.

He knew that his injury must have taken a turn for the worse and he might not be able to hold on for much longer. He needed to find a safe place in order to nurse his wounds.