"Oh! That's wonderful, you're my great benefactor!"
Zhan Pengwu excitedly grabbed Ye Feng's hand.
"Xiao Fei was right after all. You are kind-hearted and capable. Just let me know if you need anything in the future."
I, Zhan Pengwu, would gladly die for my cause.
Ye Feng gritted his teeth and nodded, Zhan Pengwu's powerful grip almost twisting his hand.
"Okay, okay, I understand!"
He quickly broke free and shook himself off; the person was so different from what he had imagined.
His face is indeed frightening, but his personality seems very easy to get along with; he is straightforward and honest.
Tang Weiwei, standing to the side, made no comment, but would occasionally glance at Ye Feng.
There was no gratitude or attempt to befriend him in his eyes; I wondered what he was thinking.
At 9 p.m., after more than two hours of treatment, all of everyone's wounds were finally treated.
Ye Feng, panting heavily, leaned against a tree trunk on the platform, his body drenched in sweat.
He now fully understands why surgeons at hospitals charge tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, for a single operation.
Saving lives is not something that just anyone can do.
Just as he was sighing, Tang Weiwei suddenly narrowed her eyes, instantly pulled out a short dagger more than a foot long, and held it to his throat.
The speed was so fast that Ye Feng didn't even have time to react.
"What are you doing!?"
Fu Changxiong was starting a fire under the platform when this sudden scene made him feel uneasy.
He pulled out an axe and chopped at Tang Weiwei's head.
But before the axe could fall, it was caught by Zhan Pengwu's strong hand.
Zhan Pengwu made no further move, but instead looked at Tang Weiwei with displeasure.
"Brother Wei, what are you doing? We can't do something so treacherous."
"It's ungrateful..."
Tang Weiwei corrected her with a cold expression.
Zhan Pengwu let go of Fu Changxiong's hand.
"No matter what the word is, we can't do that kind of thing."
Tang Weiwei ignored him and stared coldly at Ye Feng.
"Tell me, what exactly do you want from us? What is your purpose?"
Ye Feng tilted his head back slightly, feeling the cold, sharp blade against his neck, and subconsciously swallowed.
He didn't know why this person suddenly attacked, but his intuition told Ye Feng...
Tang Weiwei didn't really want to kill him; on the contrary... it seemed like a test.
"What do you mean by that? Am I wrong to save someone?"
Tang Weiwei's lips curled up slightly, and the blade moved even closer.
"Your walking posture, reaction speed, and hands don't seem like those of a martial artist."
Yet you managed to become number one and still managed to survive with these four weaklings until now.
There are also so many rare medicines and weapons, each one of which is extremely precious.
It's obvious that these supplies were stolen from others.
But you don't have solid fighting skills.
This shows that you have survival skills and a clever mind.
But... how could someone as intelligent as you waste precious antibiotics to save a complete stranger?
At this point, Tang Weiwei laughed dismissively.
"Hehe... Don't tell me you're a really kind person. I definitely won't believe that reason."
Because kind people would never have survived to this day.
"Hehehe..."
Upon hearing this, Ye Feng smiled in approval.
"Well said. So this is the conclusion you've drawn after being ambushed three times."
"Practice truly makes perfect."
Tang Weiwei's face stiffened, her brows furrowed in anger, and she instantly thought of the deceased Qi Bin.
That was his brother, the brother he knew the earliest, who died saving him.
How could he not be angry when he was being teased?
"I'm giving you one last chance!"
Tang Weiwei roared and thrust the blade in her hand forward once more.
A trickle of blood had already seeped from Ye Feng's throat.
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you, I'll tell you."
Ye Feng also started to panic, not expecting Tang Weiwei to get so angry.
"You're right. I'm not as good at fighting as you guys. The only things I've done to get this far are knowledge and brains."
I know I might be killed one day, which is why I risked traveling this far to get weapons.
We happened to run into Zhan Pengfei on the way and learned that he was in cahoots with you.
So I thought I'd rescue him first, and then make friends with you all. After all, when you're traveling, having more friends means having more options.
"Oh~"
Tang Weiwei seemed to suddenly realize something, and loosened her grip on the knife slightly.
"Are you worried that too many people want to kill you, and that you might be killed one day, so you're seeking our protection?"
"Wrong! It's cooperation."
Ye Feng was a little unhappy. He had no worries about food, clothing, or shelter, and his survival was like a vacation.
Asking for protection? That sounds awful.
"Tang Weiwei, listen to me. We're in this game, so it's normal that you don't believe me."
Because, similarly, I don't trust you either.
However, we all share a common goal: to survive to the end and win the grand prize.
Tang Weiwei's eyes darted around, and after a couple of seconds of stunned silence, she slowly sheathed her knife.
Ye Feng wiped the blood from his neck. Fortunately, it was just a superficial wound. He sat up straight and continued:
"I know you and Zhan Pengwu are very good at fighting, but as a Chinese, you should understand the principle that it is easy to dodge a spear in the open, but difficult to guard against an arrow in the dark."
You've been caught off guard by this before, so your understanding should be deeper than mine.
To be honest, I came here to get the weapon that the production team arranged for me.
Because the production team knew, and I knew, that there would be more enemies lurking in the shadows, ready to ambush us and take our lives.
You guys are safe now, but that doesn't mean you'll always be safe. How many people can you beat?
To survive to the end, you can't rely on your own strength alone; you need to rely on your brain, your partners, and your friends.
"And you...would you rather believe me, your compatriot who saved your brother, or those foreigners who attacked you the moment you met?"
After saying this, Tang Weiwei fell silent.
Yes, he had a total of six wounds: four knife wounds and two arrow wounds.
Without exception, it was all thanks to foreigners, but after these days of survival experience…
He no longer trusts anyone except for the Zhan brothers.
Moreover, he always felt that Ye Feng wanted to take advantage of him.
"At worst, I'll just move and find a place to hide."
"Oh…"
Ye Feng let out a cold laugh, clearly mocking; he knew the other party would say that.
So he simply raised his left hand and tapped his black watch.
"Do you think I haven't thought of this method? What do you think this thing is?"
Do you think the production team gave us so many weapons just to see us survive until the end?
Isn't winning a multi-million dollar prize a bit too easy?
Let me tell you, none of us can escape the show's arrangements.
Despite the vastness of this land we're on, I'm certain that all the remaining challengers are currently nearby.
This dog-coin program team is definitely going to pull off something big later.
Because this game is called… Breakout.
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