The moment he jumped out of the second - floor window, Orson knew he was in deep trouble this time.

But that was about all he could think of for now.

Malon might have been his trusted subordinate, but he only knew the surface of him.

Which Mafia boss didn't have some special tricks up their sleeve?

Although he had a bullet wound in his calf, it didn't stop Orson from sprinting through the jungle at full speed.

Ever since he was a kid, his father had told him that if you were born into the Mafia, you had to be tougher than others.

Be tough on others, and even tougher on yourself.

Blood gushed out of the bullet hole in his calf, and the intense friction against the nerves made his whole body tremble uncontrollably.

Orson's face was cold and stern, and the violence in his eyes was almost palpable.

He didn't know how long he had been running.

Cold sweat poured down Orson's forehead.

His consciousness was getting hazy, and the sparse chirping of insects in the jungle seemed distant and ethereal.

He stopped in front of a big tree, leaned against the thick trunk, and gasped for breath.

Orson felt his whole body burning hot, and the soreness in his muscles and bones came in waves.

Then he plunged into darkness.

Cisco strolled through the jungle.

The natural environment here soothed her heavy heart a great deal.

Here, she didn't have to suppress herself, nor did she have to face all the schemes and false pretenses.

Just as Lin Du had said, this place was undeveloped and hardly had any people.

However, to her surprise, as she was walking, she tripped over something.

After patting the dirt off herself, Cisco pushed aside the thick grass and saw a man.

The man had black hair and a cold, handsome face.

The shirt on his chest was wide open, revealing his muscular pecs.

Despite his tall stature, he was now lying with his eyes closed, curled up.

Cisco wasn't one to meddle in other people's business.

She stood up and planned to go back the way she came.

Her mood had already calmed down, and she didn't need to wallow in self - pity.

"Ugh..." The man on the ground heard the sound, opened his eyes, and looked at her warily.

"Hmm?"

"Is it her?"

Orson's eyes flickered.

He pursed his thin lips.

Considering his current situation, he made a quick decision.

Just as Cisco turned to leave, she felt a sudden weight on her wrist.

Looking down, she saw a long, white hand tightly gripping her.

When she looked again, the man on the ground had somehow sat up straight.

His black pupils looked a bit pitiful under his messy black hair.

Cisco was startled, and an apology blurted out.

"Sir, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were here. I'll leave right away."

"Sister, please help me..."

Ignoring the woman's attempt to turn away again, Orson hid his anxiety and put on a look of innocent helplessness.

"Help?"

Cisco frowned.

Her gut feeling told her that this man in front of her might bring some trouble.

She had no habit of meddling in others' affairs.

Furrowed her brows slightly and emphasized again, "I'm sorry, sir. I'm just a weak woman. I'm afraid I can't do much to help you."

With that, she tried to pull her hand away.

At first, the man's hand didn't loosen at all, squeezing Cisco's wrist painfully.

Cisco thought there would be a bit of a stand - off, but then the grip on her hand relaxed. She quickly walked away, almost in a panic.

Orson watched Cisco hurrying away as if she was running for her life.

A look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Using this woman to get himself out of here might be his best option at the moment.

After all, in his current state, he probably wouldn't last much longer.

But since she wasn't willing, Orson wouldn't force her.

He lowered his head, ready to think about his next plan.

Cisco had walked about seven or eight meters away.

Thinking about the scene just now, her steps suddenly stopped.

She turned around.

The man was still there, struggling to prop himself up, his head hanging low.

His black hair fell softly over his forehead.

From Cisco's angle, his black pupils were glistening with a wet sheen, as if they had lost their vitality, making him seem pitiful for no reason.

His figure was thin and lonely, and on this deserted island, he seemed even more so.

This lonely scene made her think of the puppies in the rescue shelter, looking at you expectantly.

With a soft sigh in her heart, Cisco knew she couldn't just leave and keep walking.

She turned around and walked back.

The rustling sound made Orson's hazy thoughts clear up a bit.

He looked up and saw a figure standing in front of him.

Orson couldn't help but smile slightly.

Realizing his impropriety, he propped himself up and coughed a few times with difficulty.

He softly called out "sister" and showed a look of panic in his eyes, like a frightened deer.

Seeing this, Cisco squatted down carefully and said gently, "Don't be afraid. I'm not a bad person."

When she saw the blood flowing freely from the man's leg, with the hideous wound making the flesh turn outwards,

Orson panicked and quickly came up with an excuse.

"Sister, there are bad guys trying to catch me."

Seemingly thinking of something, Orson tightly grasped Cisco's arm.

"They caught me in a warehouse and wanted to sell me to Mexico..."

His voice was low, with a hint of caution.

He looked around warily, as if he was afraid someone would come and snatch him away at any moment.

This action made Cisco's heart ache suddenly.

It reminded her of her own childhood experience.

When she was very young, after her parents passed away, she came to Los Angeles alone.

On the way, she was almost abducted to Mexico.

It was thanks to a kind - hearted uncle who saved her that she had the life she had today.

That memory she didn't want to recall was awakened at this moment.

Cisco's heart raced, and her face turned deathly pale.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

Orson's lips trembled slightly, and a hint of apology flashed in his eyes.

He didn't mean to do this!

Cisco came back to her senses and let out a long breath.

"It's okay. I just thought of something."

"By the way, let's get out of here quickly. There's a speedboat waiting for me outside."

"Okay."

Orson put away his arrogance and suppressed his violent aura.

His usually cold eyes now showed a bit of joy.

If the people in the East Side of Los Angeles saw this well - behaved look, they would surely rub their eyes in disbelief and exclaim, "Oh my god, is this really the boss?"

Cisco looked at the well - behaved boy in front of her and felt even more pity.

She lifted the hem of her dress, and with a tug, "Rip..."

The sound of the fabric tearing echoed in the air, and a faint jasmine fragrance spread.

Orson couldn't help but twitch his nose.

When it came to rescuing people, Cisco didn't hesitate at all. She directly wrapped the torn cloth around Orson's wound and tied a beautiful bow.

Orson's eyes sparkled. Looking at the bow, the corner of his mouth curved up involuntarily.

"Sister, you're so kind..."

The murmur escaped from the corner of his mouth, so soft that it could barely be heard.

"Hmm? What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

Cisco raised her face, her almond - shaped eyes slightly widened.

Orson lowered his eyes.

Their eyes met accidentally and then quickly moved away.

He felt a heat in his throat and licked the back of his teeth.

Her waist is so thin, and her legs are so white...