Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 855: Cheetah Attack…

But before his hand fell, Mark stopped again, looked into Arnold’s eyes and said, "What about your eyes now?"

"It’s fine. Didn’t the boss say he’d be Arnold’s eyes?" Arnold shook his head nonchalantly, looking in Mark’s direction.

"Yes, I can be your eyes." Mark looked at Arnold and instructed, "But we need to go out and get you treated. Stay here for a while, and then I’ll take you out of here!"

"Okay." Arnold nodded, speaking with concern, "Boss, you should first take care of your injuries, otherwise how can you get me out safely?"

"Alright!" Mark responded, untying and throwing away the clothes that had long been stained red with his blood, which were tied to his abdomen.

Then Mark pulled out a sharp blade from his military boots and successfully removed the bullet from his abdomen.

Since the bullet hadn’t hit a vital part, it was just excessive blood loss.

He cut the parachute behind him into strips of canvas, clenched his teeth, and wrapped them tightly around his abdomen.

After finishing all this, Mark divided an entire parachute into several pieces, stacked them together, rolled them up, and carried them on his back.

While Mark was moving, Arnold, who couldn’t see, could only stay quietly on one side. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

She listened painfully to the sounds Mark was making, yet was powerless and unable to help in any way.

Arnold asked herself: If she had known she would become a burden to Mark, would she have stubbornly followed him to Country D?

Almost without thinking, Arnold gave a definite answer: Yes, she would!

Though now she had become his burden, at least she helped him, didn’t she?

And she believed they would definitely get out!

After securing the parachute, Mark began to inspect the surroundings.

Upon confirming that he and Arnold had indeed landed in the center of a forest, miles away from any human presence, Mark spoke calmly, "Arnold, we may have to stay here for a few more days. But don’t be afraid, I will get you out of here!"

"Boss, I’m not afraid!" Arnold looked in Mark’s direction and added, "As long as I’m with the boss, I’m not afraid of anything!"

Yes, she wasn’t afraid.

Even death didn’t scare her.

Mark: "..."

Was this little girl flirting with him?

At a time like this, she still had the mood to joke.

Mark didn’t respond to Arnold’s words, checking the compass on his watch and identifying the direction in the forest and the path they needed to take.

Once the direction was determined, Mark walked over to Arnold, "Let’s go, boss will take you out now!"

"Alright!" Arnold answered, and they supported each other as they moved forward.

But before long, they both halted.

Arnold keenly sensed danger ahead, her body instinctively tensing up.

"It’s nothing, just a leopard." Mark spoke casually.

Telling Arnold the truth was to prevent her from getting hurt due to ignorance of the situation.

Using such a casual tone was to ease Arnold’s tension, preventing her from worrying too much.

Arnold let go of Mark and spoke softly, "Boss, be careful."

After speaking, Arnold backed to one side, nervously listening to the sounds around her.

If it wasn’t for her injured eyes, Arnold wouldn’t have stepped aside but would have rushed forward to fight the leopard and protect the injured boss.

But now her eyes were injured, and she couldn’t do much, only trying to protect herself to avoid being a drag on the boss.

When Arnold backed behind Mark, she heard the sound of him drawing his knife, and everything fell silent.

A spooky silence enveloped the surroundings, with nothing but the rustling of grass in the wind.

However, Arnold knew that the leopard was surely watching them, waiting for the best moment to hunt.

And indeed, it was.

Opposite Mark and Arnold, a mighty leopard stared intensely at them, with eyes as big as copper bells.

It had a lean body, about two meters in length and eighty centimeters in height.

At the moment, having caught the scent of blood in the air, it greedily opened its drooling mouth, flashing sharp fangs.

Its limbs were well-developed, its elastic and straight claws gripping the ground firmly, allowing it to change running directions.

Its long tail was an asset in accelerating during its run.

Without being absolutely sure it could bite off its prey’s neck in one move, it didn’t act, just quietly observed.

It was preparing, its straight claws gripping the ground, ready to spring...

Mark firmly gripped the knife, his eyes coldly fixed on the leopard opposite, waiting for its imminent attack.

Finally, the leopard moved.

It dashed at Mark like an arrow off the string.

Its front paw struck down vehemently, attempting to knock Mark to the ground, while its sharp fangs aimed for Mark’s neck...

Arnold tightly clenched her fists, her heart in her throat.

Despite being unable to see, she felt the peril brewing!

She was blinded, all because of that damned Alice Sutton, unable to stand in front of the boss to protect him, ending up as a burden instead!

Arnold swore: If Mark suffered any harm, she’d definitely kill Alice Sutton!

In contrast to Arnold’s tension, Mark was extraordinarily calm.

He stood there quietly, gripping the knife tightly, though his hands trembled slightly, giving away his true nerves.

His complexion was pale, his lips devoid of color.

He was severely injured and couldn’t sustain combat.

Thus, he could only fight peril to survive, swiftly resolving or scaring off this beast intent on devouring him and Arnold!

Mark gripped the knife tightly, waiting.

As the leopard leapt through the air, nearing him, its sharp fangs on the verge of biting into his neck, Mark suddenly moved.

He swiftly bent backward, dodged the leopard’s attack, simultaneously stabbing the knife fiercely into its abdomen.

"Roar!" The leopard let out a brutal scream, fell to the ground with bleeding wounds in its abdomen.

It hunched over, eyes viciously glaring at Mark, defiantly launching a fierce attack once more.

This time it didn’t leap to bite Mark’s neck again, but aimed sharply for the arm holding the knife.