Chapter 457: Pursuit of Wu Xie

Seeing me pause, Fatty asked, "Did you see it?"

"En, ten o'clock direction," I said. "Should be right. Now you should believe me." As I spoke, I turned back to hand the binoculars to Fatty, but found no one to take them.

I turned to look, and Fatty was actually not there.

I was stunned, thinking, damn, Fatty had just pulled me to this spot, how did he suddenly disappear?

I looked at the darkness behind me; there was no movement in the dark. "Fatty?" I said, baffled.

I tried searching the darkness again, and after confirming he wasn't there, I used the binoculars to look around. But reflexively, as soon as I raised the binoculars, I automatically looked toward the direction of that person from before. It was indeed my own face. I looked twice before the feeling of horror slowly crept up inside me.

Just then, I suddenly saw, behind that Wu Xie, Fatty actually appeared.

Fatty suddenly stood up from the bushes. Because this Wu Xie was at the outermost edge of the group, no one noticed. I saw Fatty, with lightning speed, grab this Wu Xie firmly from behind. While I was stunned speechless, Fatty had already dragged him into the bushes.

The whole process took only a few minutes, and suddenly there was nothing left in my binoculars.

I lowered the binoculars, completely unable to predict what would happen next. Things had gone completely beyond my imagination. I grabbed my hair and felt a wave of dizziness.

Pibao was finally caught. I watched as he was forced out of the bushes, his face full of dejection. But I had no mind to worry about him. In Fatty's words, we still didn't know what this kid was made of, so let the enemy test him first. If this kid was stupid enough to expose that passage, it wouldn't really matter. It would just be sending Jude Kao a big gift. What Jude Kao lacked wasn't time, but the method to enter that passage and then come out alive.

It seemed those foreigners didn't want to do much to him; they were just very surprised that a person had suddenly appeared here.

I didn't watch his fate. Fatty soon appeared in the darkness carrying a person on his shoulder. He told me to hurry over. My head was spinning; I knew what he was carrying, but I didn't know how the plot would develop next.

This feeling was very strange, as if I hadn't wanted to catch someone in the act, but many friends had already kicked the door open.

I figured this must be a very important turning point, but I hadn't expected my mood to be like this.

I quickly followed Fatty away. Fatty didn't take me back into the passage; instead, he crossed a ravine far away, and we walked for at least half an hour before stopping.

I didn't know how the others would react if they saw this person, but at least it would be very inconvenient for us to do things. Besides, Fatty didn't trust them.

Fatty lit a small campfire and held it down with stones. The kid opposite us had been tightly bound with vines by us.

At such close range, I carefully examined his face. I realized that identifying my own face was not as easy as recognizing other people's faces. Even looking like this, I couldn't find any flaws. Moreover, I no longer had anything to compare it to. However, under this campfire, this face did look a bit handsome.

Fatty's face was ashen. Looking at this kid, I asked him, "Why didn't you even say hello before—" "The position he was standing in was too perfect for an ambush. It was practically calling out for your Uncle Fatty to ambush him. I didn't have much time to think. If he had taken a few more steps forward, it wouldn't have been so easy. So I just took him down," Fatty said. "Luckily, this kid has no stamina, just like you. But looking at him like this, he really resembles you. If I hadn't recognized you first, this kid's appearance would definitely have gotten us all killed. Now I'm starting to have doubts."

I looked at the other person and asked him, "Who the hell are you?"

He looked at me, said nothing, his expression completely calm. But I still noticed a very well-concealed surprise at my appearance.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked again. He frowned, but still didn't speak.

Anger flared up in my heart. Although this kid looked decent, that expression was really irritating. I never knew I had such a punchable face. No wonder things had been going so badly. If everything went smoothly, I'd definitely have to fix the feng shui of my face when I got back.

"Asking like that won't work," Fatty said. "Being able to disguise himself like this means he knows Wu Xie very well, so he definitely knows you and me. If we ask who he is, he knows he's already exposed, so he won't say anything more. We need to make him suffer a bit now. Step aside, I'll smash his fingers one by one." As he spoke, Fatty picked up a stone and at the same time tried to tear off his mask.

I knew Fatty wasn't bluffing; he would actually do it. But the other party still didn't react. For one thing, I didn't want Fatty to hurt anyone, since we didn't know this person's background. For another, I thought my appearance might be something he hadn't expected, so my intimidation might be more effective than Fatty's. So I stopped Fatty. I stood up, picked up a rock from the side, and walked toward him.

I definitely wasn't going to strike; it was purely to scare him. But it was indeed more effective than Fatty. This kid immediately raised his head. I stopped in front of him.

"If you hit me, you'll definitely regret it," the kid suddenly said.

His voice was very similar to mine.

But I immediately caught a flaw. Although the voice was very similar, his speaking tone was still somewhat different from mine.

Now I had a clue. Many people know they have certain speech rhythms. I stopped my hand. "Why?"

"Because I really am your nephew," he said. I couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. This cold laugh was almost an unconscious reflex, a cold laugh from deep inside me. It was a normal reaction after hearing a certain lie.

I didn't know what effect this cold laugh had on my Third Uncle's face, but that person's body shrank back a little.

But he still wore a wooden and calm expression. My mind moved — this guy's body and face were out of sync; it was very possible he was also wearing a mask. However, this mask's craftsmanship seemed poor; it couldn't accurately convey facial expressions beyond the mask. Perhaps his real face was already scared shitless by me.

Thinking of that gave me a feeling of pleasure. It seems I really do have a deep self-abuse complex, I self-mocked inwardly. As I said that, I kicked him to the ground. He desperately turned over to press his tied hands under his body.

"If you want to keep your fingers so badly, then tell the truth," Fatty said from the side. "You must have investigated; you know Third Master's temper."

That person looked at me. I took out a cigarette from my pocket and lit it, not saying a word. I knew that speaking would give him a chance to catch his breath and think, so I kept up the pressure.

He backed up all the way to a tree; behind him were bushes. He couldn't back up any further and immediately said, "I really am Wu Xie. I don't know why you think I'm fake. You'd better show me some evidence."

I thought to myself, the evidence is that I am Wu Xie. Fatty stepped forward and said, "Evidence, huh? I'll give you evidence." As he spoke, Fatty tried to tear at his face. After tearing for a while, he actually couldn't tear it off.

"How strange, this face seems damn real," Fatty said. I didn't understand the technique and didn't know the reason, so I also went up and tore at it a few times, and found that this face actually seemed real.

My heart jolted, and I saw Fatty looking at me with a suspicious expression. "Damn it, could it be..."

"Don't jump to conclusions." I touched my own face. "We just don't know the trick. Don't make wild guesses."

Fatty tore at that Wu Xie's face a few more times, his expression shifting completely to suspicion. He looked at me, his hand involuntarily moving toward his gun. A terrifying feeling surged in my heart—this lack of trust suddenly made it hard to breathe.