But soon after, another huge explosion was heard.

Even a fool would know that the other party was going to kill.

Hearing the intense gunfire from there, Ouyang Zhenyu recalled what was displayed on the little fat man's control panel.

If they had been hiding in the driver's seat, they would probably be dead by now.

Just then, Ouyang Zhenyu heard footsteps coming from afar.

Judging from the footsteps, it wasn't just one person; there must have been five or six.

"The Yaka rolled off the car in this direction, so let's look in this direction."

"Mengxi said he'd give us 20,000 yuan if we caught that fat kid."

"Don't worry, he can't escape. That fat kid doesn't even know the way and doesn't understand anything. He's doomed once he gets into this jungle."

Yaka was about to open his mouth to curse when he realized that the person speaking was the driver who had just driven him.

The men following him were actually the bodyguards from the back of the train, which shows that they had already been turned by the driver.

In other words, this is an inside job.

Ouyang Zhenyu covered his mouth and pinned him to the ground.

The two of them pressed themselves against the grass.

It wasn't that Ouyang Zhenyu didn't want to fight; the two of them were currently unarmed, while the other side was holding a gun.

More importantly, if we alert the people fighting over there, they will catch up quickly. Not only does the chubby boy not know the terrain, but he doesn't know it either.

Where to run is a problem. The bushes here are almost as tall as a person. If it weren't for these bushes, the two of them would have been exposed by now.

A rubber shoe stomped hard on the chubby boy's hand.

Because of the direction, a large patch of bushes was trampled down, so the person standing on it did not notice the softness under their feet.

"Where did that fatso go? I can't believe he actually jumped out of the car. With how cowardly he is, how could he not be hiding inside?"

"Stop talking and hurry up and find someone."

"Third Brother and the others won't be able to hold out for long. They'll have to leave soon. If we don't catch Fatty, Mengxi won't let us off the hook."

"My wife and children are still in his hands."

The driver next to him said,

“I’ve got it. If we call Yaka by his name like this, he won’t know who we are.”

Let's lure him out first.

Yaka was in so much pain that cold sweat poured down his face, his complexion was pale, and he bit his lip hard.

My fingers were being stepped on, and I couldn't utter a sound.

Ouyang Zhenyu observed the group through the bushes; there were currently three people in this direction.

The other two people disappeared into the bushes on the other side, and you could hear the sound of their footsteps rustling through the grass.

Ouyang Zhenyu observed that the three people were back-to-back, indicating that they were highly vigilant and that if one of them was attacked, the other two could react quickly.

They were all holding guns, specifically pistols.

Killing these people isn't the problem; the problem is killing them silently without them firing a shot.

Ouyang Zhenyu silently waited for an opportunity.

At this point, it's obvious that someone has reached an agreement with Mengxi, bribed the fat boy's men, and is preparing to kidnap the fat boy as a hostage.

This is another life-saving opportunity sent to them by God. I'm sure the little fat boy's grandfather would treat them with great respect if he knew about this.

The driver spoke in a soft voice.

"Young master, young master, come out quickly, we've brought people to rescue you."

Let's quickly and quietly take the side path; those people have too much firepower.

Our people are fighting back; we're afraid of hurting you.

"Young Master, let's hurry up and leave. The old man must be getting impatient. We can't take responsibility if you get hurt by accident."

That gentle voice was almost bewitching, if it weren't for the fact that that foot was still stepping on Yaka's hand.

Yaka even suspected that this person was schizophrenic.

If I hadn't witnessed everything just now, I probably would have been tricked by this driver.

"Young Master, Young Master!"

They shouted more than a dozen times, but the surroundings were quiet and there was no response. The three men cursed in frustration.

"Where did that fatso hide?"

Looks like they're not here!

"Let's go. Let's look over there."

The three of them ducked into the bushes beside them, and the chubby boy was about to pull his hand back.

But Ouyang Zhenyu held him down firmly.

Soon, the three people who had just disappeared into the dense forest were seen quietly crouching low and crawling back along the ground.

The three of them listened intently to their surroundings for a long time, and only when they realized there was really no movement did they slowly stand up.

"Where did that fatso go? Looks like he must have rolled down the wrong slope, heading that way."

After the three left, the two remained lying there for more than ten minutes.

Only then did they finally breathe a sigh of relief, the chubby boy not daring to move an inch.

Ouyang Zhenyu looked around.

The sounds of battle had become sparse, clearly indicating that the fighting was nearing its end and the enemy was likely withdrawing.

The problem now is that if he and the chubby guy leave from here, they might get shot in the back.

However, if they don't leave from here, it would be easy for the driver and the mole to fabricate lies and trick them into leaving if the people waiting for the fat guy come looking for him.

Ouyang Zhenyu pressed the chubby boy down and whispered in his ear,

"You lie here. Don't move an inch, and don't make a sound no matter what happens, understand? Unless I come back."

Yaka looked at Ouyang Zhenyu pitifully and nodded.

There was some fear in his eyes, but also admiration for Ouyang Zhenyu. He had just shattered those people's cunning; if it were him, he probably would have been caught long ago.

"Listen to me, you must not make a sound."

Ouyang Zhenyu let go of him.

He turned around, crouched down, and disappeared into the bushes.

The chubby boy lay firmly on the ground, smelling the grass, and suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his trouser leg.

Gradually, he began to itch, and he could feel small insects crawling in through his trouser leg.

Good heavens, even though he grew up in a mine, he's never been treated like this before.

The chubby boy bit his palm hard with his teeth. He knew that if he moved now and alerted the group, he would be throwing his life away. Compared to that, what was a little bite?

He didn't know how much time had passed, but the chubby boy felt numb; he had practically become a mosquito breeding ground.

All the mosquitoes are now swarming around him.

He could only bury his head in the ground; there was no other way to block the light.

My only thought was how itchy and painful it was; these mosquitoes were really determined to get to me.

How could he deserve to die like that?

Will they find me dead by mosquitoes soon?

The chubby boy felt he couldn't hold on any longer; he felt his whole body was swollen and itchy all over.

He was starting to feel so itchy that he could hardly bear it anymore.

Just as he was about to surrender, he suddenly sensed a presence beside him, and the chubby boy looked up in surprise.