The woman's expression changed slightly the instant the dice landed on one, three, or five.

"Wow, they've been keeping a low profile!" The exclamations of several patrol members startled the frost-resistant seabirds outside the wire mesh.

Fujishima's pupils contracted violently under the influence of alcohol, and the bunch of keys at his waist jingled with his heavy breathing.

After fiddling with her fingers in her pocket for a moment, the woman immediately smiled and said, "Captain, you're too kind. You're deliberately going easy on me, aren't you?"

"Alright then, I won't disturb your enjoyment any longer. I'll roast these potatoes for you!"

Fujishima Taro's expression softened somewhat, and he addressed his patrol teammates, following the middle-aged woman's words:

"Look at you all, no wonder you don't even have a confidante by your side, and you don't even know how to give way to your female comrades! They've been so sincere in bringing three potatoes, we should at least give them face!"

Having accepted the food and displayed gentlemanly manners, Fujishima was quite pleased with his sudden burst of inspiration. However, the patrol's underlings were not as obedient as before, watching Fujishima's performance with some disdain.

The aroma of potatoes rose gently from the campfire, quickly filling the air. That unique fragrance, carrying the scent of earth and the warmth of the fire, was mouthwatering.

The middle-aged woman skillfully took the roasted potatoes off the campfire, carefully wrapped them up, and then handed them to Captain Fujishima with a smile.

Captain Fujishima let out a burp, drunkenly took the potato, and eagerly took a bite.

"Mmm, it tastes really good!" he exclaimed with satisfaction.

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged woman revealed a barely perceptible smile. She and her husband exchanged a glance, then bid farewell to Captain Fujishima together.

Until they left, Fujishima and the three patrolmen did not notice that the "couple's" lip movements did not match their voices.

As they limped to the corner of the camp and gradually disappeared from the patrol's sight, the bruises on their faces had spread considerably in the damp, cold wind.

"Hey, this thing works really well!" The middle-aged man waved the silk scarf tied around his wrist.

: A relic of a collective culture. Within a certain radius of the holder, the scarf will receive Itzamna's blessing, enabling unimpeded communication through a unified language.

"Now I finally know how you usually do business with foreigners..." The middle-aged woman observed her surroundings while slapping down the man's waving wrist. "Alright, stop showing off..."

Suddenly, the man exclaimed in surprise and quickly reached out to grab the middle-aged woman who was walking straight ahead: "Sister, your makeup is going to be ruined!"

The middle-aged woman suddenly stopped and touched her face in a daze.

"Ugh, this makeup isn't waterproof..." she muttered, looking at the bruises all over her hands. "Oh well, it's gone, it's gone."

"Did you get the item?" the middle-aged woman asked hurriedly, snapping out of her daze.

"Hehe, a piece of cake!" The middle-aged man's voice became cheerful as he proudly shook the keys in his hand.

"Alright, then go ahead." The woman's tone became much higher, and she secretly rubbed the things in her pocket.

The two "couples" were none other than Cheng Xu and Xi Xi.

That's right, they used a disguise talisman.

[Item Description: One-time consumable. Can change the appearance of a specified adventurer for three hours.]

Disguise talismans are extremely rare, and for the sake of the plan, Xi Xi and Cheng Xu each contributed one.

Originally, Cheng Xu was able to see many members of the Yamato Guard around Rui Xiaomin using the psychic chain ring. He even considered going all out and impersonating the "Emperor".

"Absolutely not!" Xi Zhongcang was the first to reject Cheng Xu's suggestion. "Rong Fu can only change appearance, not voice, so it's too easy to be exposed!"

"This isn't a TV drama, kids! It's easy to imitate a stranger's appearance, but personality, verbal tics, body language, and behavioral habits are very difficult to replicate! Besides, if you have this talisman, it means others might have it too. It's rare, but not uncommon!"

Xi Zhantao has received professional military training and is well aware of the difficulty of "professional disguise" and the degree of falsehood in some unscrupulous TV dramas.

Therefore, after careful consideration, Cheng Xu decided to cosplay his parents.

After all, they're acquaintances, so it's easier to handle them in various ways. Besides, those island nation people aren't familiar with their parents, so it's less likely they'll be exposed.

However, the disguise can only replicate the ordinary appearance of the specified player. The Cheng parents that Cheng Xu and Xi Xi cosplayed were too neat and clean, which was very different from the Cheng couple who were tortured beyond recognition in the Synesthesia Chain Ring.

In the end, Xi Xi had no choice but to seek help from Liu Yunyan.

"Leave it to me!" Liu Yunyan took out an eyeshadow palette and eyebrow pencil and confidently gave the two of them a battle-damaged look.

Cheng Xu jogged along the route Rui Xiaomin had taken that morning and found the tent where the Yamato Guard was holding his parents.

On the other side, Xi Xi took out a rustling object from her pocket—

[Item Hint: Individual Cultural Relic. When the opponent possesses fewer Cultural Relics than you, it will unleash a powerful deterrent effect.]

Good heavens, no wonder Fujishima Taro was able to become the logistics team leader; this cultural heritage really works for ordinary people.

Set was the god of chaos in ancient Egyptian mythology and the protector of the sun boat's nighttime voyage. It is said that the Pharaoh often used Set's name to intimidate enemies, possessing a powerful deterrent effect.

In fact, Xi Xi's dice game with Fujishima Taro was merely a stopgap measure to help Cheng Xu steal the key.

Without the ability to foresee the future, how could she have known that Fujishima Taro would be drinking and gambling with a few patrolmen here today? She was just going with the flow. Who would have thought that this ordinary guy actually had a cultural heritage?!

Thank you, now this intimidation punching bag is hers. After all, Xi Xi carries the with her, and she absolutely loves this kind of "betting agreement"!

Sure enough, after Xi Xi finished checking the spoils, the lucky bag full of sand in her hand suddenly split open—the double spoils from the successful bet had taken effect!

The next second, a notification sound rang out indicating that a new cultural heritage item had been acquired.

"Everything is ready." Just then, the walkie-talkie in her pocket rang. Xi Xi took out the walkie-talkie, and Chu Zhiqin's voice came through.

The walkie-talkie salvaged from the stranded wrecked ship came in handy. The sound was mixed with the wind and snow, but surprisingly clear.

"Someone is approaching the iron fence to the southeast. Be careful," came Dad Xi Zhongcang's voice from the walkie-talkie.

Xi Xi slowly moved to the southeast edge of the guard team's area. Suddenly, blue-purple arcs of electricity burst from the iron fence twenty meters away. A patrolman who was urinating shouted and jumped away. The sizzling urine froze into yellow icicles on the iron fence.

Chu Zhiqin clapped her hands, placed the Thunder Wolf Fang Mace behind her back, and a smile appeared on her lips.

The iron fence erected by the Yamato Guard and the strong electric current of her spiked club combined to form an impenetrable electric grid.

Not a single villain in the camp will escape!