Although Liu Sisi knew some basic survival skills and tree climbing techniques, she didn't have any other particularly outstanding abilities.

Moreover, when we first met, he was always loud and boisterous, and he would panic at the slightest thing.

He's ranked eighth, even surpassing Zhan Pengwu; there's no reason for him to be this weak.

Thinking of this, Ye Feng then turned his gaze to Fu Changxiong and the other two.

"Da Xiong does know some martial arts, and his hands-on skills and execution are also quite good."

But he's just too stupid. Even the best acting skills probably couldn't portray that kind of naivety.

And when I first met him, if I hadn't gone to save him, he would probably have already died from the vampire bats.

If it were eighth on the leaderboard, would it have dropped this much in just a few days? Excluding…”

Ye Feng turned his gaze again, this time to the two siblings…

"When we were rescuing Little Stutterer, there was a body on the mountain. He said it had been killed by a wild boar."

I have no idea what the specific cause of death was; it was all just what he said.

This kid's stone-throwing skills are impressive, but how could a child who knows absolutely nothing about wilderness survival survive alone in the Amazon for three days?

If it's just a matter of luck, that reason is rather far-fetched.

When he fought off Cody and his men, his decisions were sound and his composure was remarkable. It's not something an eighteen-year-old should do.

But... if he really is Fitz Luminde, then what about that photo of the orphanage?

What's the deal with Qi Xiaoyan? The photo clearly shows their faces.

"Tsk..."

Ye Feng rubbed his forehead, completely clueless about this traitor.

It seems that everyone except Tang Weiwei and the other two is a suspect.

It's just a matter of more or less...

He is extremely anxious now. Beset by internal and external troubles, the pressure is like a mountain, making it hard for him to breathe.

Unlike Ye Feng, who was feeling frustrated and depressed, Cairnster was in an exceptionally good mood.

He had a blade of grass between his teeth and strode confidently with a leisurely air.

This is basically consistent with Ye Feng's guess...

He wanted Ye Feng and his group to feel that they could come and go as they pleased from their camp.

Even if you're right in front of me, you can't do anything about it.

Today we set fire to them to smoke them out, tomorrow we might climb the trees and kill them directly.

It seems he has achieved his goal; now all he needs to do is harass him every now and then.

The goal is to make Ye Feng and the others so paranoid that they are on edge.

With their irregular schedules and intense mental pressure, this team will be able to take the game without firing a shot in less than three days.

He was not at all anxious about the big prize and freedom, nor did he look down on Ye Feng because of his own status and skills.

He knew that hunting a cunning fox required a great deal of patience.

In the jungle, the team that originally consisted of four people inexplicably grew to ten.

In fact, Ye Feng's caution did save his life once again.

It turns out they came out together tonight.

Just now, when we were challenging them in Cairns, everyone in the nearby woods was aiming their arrows at the treehouse window.

Although Cairnster enjoyed the hunt, his ultimate goal was always the grand prize and freedom.

If he had the chance to easily kill Ye Feng, he wouldn't miss it.

So he arranged for Horford and others to ambush them in advance.

However, Ye Feng's treehouse was too high, and he was also covering his upper body with his backpack...

Moreover, he only stayed by the window for a short while before retreating, before the others even had a chance to aim.

Cairnster was not surprised by this; the top spot on the leaderboard wasn't so easy to kill.

"Major Kane, shall we continue with this operation tomorrow night?"

After being reprimanded by Cairnster during the day, Horford's tone became respectful.

"Um…"

Cairnster didn't even glance at him, a faint smile always playing on his lips.

There is an old Chinese saying: "Only by striking unexpectedly can one defeat the enemy."

We harassed them a bit today, but they'll definitely be on high alert tomorrow and try to attack us during our night raid.

So we need to change our strategy and go in the middle of the night when they're asleep.

In short, the goal is to make them feel uneasy.

Within three days, their spirits should collapse; only then will it be time for our true attack.

Cairnster is very fond of Chinese culture, especially Sun Tzu's Art of War.

He felt that China was a mysterious and ancient country, so he had been studying Chinese culture all along, which is why he could speak Chinese so well.

Although Horford was unhappy, he had to admit it.

He was indeed much more professional than me in dealing with Ye Feng.

However, out of respect for freedom and the grand prize, he still asked cautiously:

"I'm worried, what if they can't take the torture and choose to run away?"

"Run!? Heh..."

Cairnster stopped and stared at him with a mocking smile, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Captain Horford, do you know what the jungle means to me?"

Horford shook his head…

That was my second home.

Cairnster patted him on the shoulder, then nudged his nose and twitched his ears.

"Do you believe it? As long as they dare to run out of the house, no matter where they run, I can smell their scent and hear their voices."

His words sounded very pretentious, but Horford felt they were a bit too exaggerated.

In fact, Cairnster did have that ability.

His words were not taken literally, but rather stemmed from the confidence gained from over twenty experiences of jungle survival and combat.

As a top special forces soldier, jungle tracking and counter-reconnaissance are essential skills, and he is one of the best in them.

Ye Feng's team consists of eight people. If they were to escape, they would definitely leave no trace.

He could easily track down several people based on any tiny clue.

Once found, even with good weapons, Ye Feng would have no chance of winning in a battle in the jungle.

Moreover, he didn't think Ye Feng would be that stupid.

In this final hunt, Cairnster had no idea how he could have lost.

The night passed, and the next morning, it was day 55 of the game…

As soon as everyone got up, they saw Ye Feng slumped in the corner, looking exhausted.

He was currently fiddling with a large bundle of rattan and weaving it with great skill.

Judging from his tired eyes, the nascent rattan frame, and the faint dark circles under his eyes, it was clear that he had been weaving it for quite some time.

"Brother Feng, what are you doing? You didn't sleep all night, did you?"

Liu Sisi moved closer to him and asked with concern…

Ye Feng merely glanced back at him…

"I'm fine, just a little sleepy. David, Monk, come out with me today."