At this moment, Wenren Sheng continued observing No. 1's life.
After becoming bait, No. 1 quickly lured the wild boar out of the Black Fog Zone and led it all the way to the ambush site.
Then everyone at the ambush point fired together.
They used Thousand Oxen Crossbows, said to possess the strength of a thousand oxen.
Of course, that was an exaggeration.
But it did take five oxen working together to draw the crossbow.
They did not care about the three cannon fodder at all.
No matter how much martial arts they had practiced in the past, they were utterly useless against Bolts.
From the start, those Bolts had been fired straight through all three men at once.
They had never intended to avoid the three cannon fodder.
Fortunately, No. 1 had noticed long ago—or rather, he had known it all along.
He had never held the slightest hope for those High-rank people.
The other two, however, naively thought they were all on the same side.
They thought the others would avoid shooting them.
In the end, a barrage of arrows flew out, and the two of them were shot dead along with the wild boar.
No. 1, meanwhile, relied on his wits to dodge the danger zone in time.
Thus, he helped them successfully hunt a Black Wild Boar.
Yet all he received was one month's worth of antidote.
Life continued like this.
No. 1 realized that he had to run.
He had to defect.
If he did not, after playing this game a few more times, he would be dead.
Because every time, he had a twenty-five percent chance of dying.
That probability had not been pulled out of thin air.
First, he would be partnered with two others.
That lowered the chance of death to