Little Treasure Has Gone Mad Again

Wan Ying gritted his teeth and forcibly suppressed his anger.

He could not be bothered to deal with this bastard. The man still had the mood to chatter nonsense, so his injuries clearly were not serious enough to kill him.

The man was already up here anyway. What happened next was no longer Wan Ying's responsibility.

Bian He looked at the man's furious retreating back. "Wan Ying."

Being called by his full name so seriously out of the blue.

Wan Ying stopped and glanced at him. "What now?"

"Watch out for the people around you. Director Wan is smart enough to know what I mean."

Bian He sat cross-legged on the ground, pretending to take off his clothes as he teased with a smile, "Director, why don't you apply the medicine for me after all? If Director Wan's hands touch me, I should recover faster."

Wan Ying frowned deeply, considering what he meant.

Before he could reach a conclusion,

the man's next words became improper again.

He could not help snapping back, "Then you should hurry up and die. I'll come collect your corpse first thing tomorrow morning."

Psycho.

Bian He watched the man's retreating figure until he could no longer see him.

He stood up and took off his clothes.

Black patterns appeared across his back, blood rapidly seeping out.

He had hidden a sharp blade underground and smeared poison on its tip.

Were they so afraid he would not die that they had set up trap after trap?

If no one had been injured, given how much the master trusted his teammates, he would never have considered that possibility.

He hoped this injury had not been for nothing.

Bian He closed his eyes as pale purple pheromones wound around him.

His wounds healed rapidly, black blood draining from his body.

Poppy flower patterns emerged on his skin.

He abruptly opened his eyes and licked his lips.

That bastard had made him waste so many pheromones. He was tired of living.

If he wanted to hurt Wan Ying, he might as well report to Yama early.

Inside the vehicle.

A teammate woke up.

"Director, what did you go do?"

Wan Ying came back to himself and removed the stray leaves from his clothes. "Went outside to relieve myself. Go back to sleep. We still have to wait until dawn."

His teammate nodded blankly. "Oh..." His body tilted, and he fell asleep again.

The carriage was very quiet.

Wan Ying carefully examined the people inside.

What had that guy meant?

Could there really be a traitor by his side?

These people had fought through life and death with him. Their relationship was excellent.

How could they possibly hurt him?

But whether it was the wound on his hand or the footprints he had seen everywhere after falling down...

If it was not deliberate, how could it all be such a coincidence?

Which one of them wanted him dead?

Was it the one who had lost the pocket watch...

Wan Ying closed his eyes, unwilling to cast suspicious eyes on his teammates.

They had known each other for a long time and fought side by side for years. How could this be? And for what reason?

Money? The director's position he now held? Or perhaps revenge?

He covered himself with his coat, closed his eyes, and planned to take a nap.

Before falling asleep, he could not help worrying. He wondered whether that guy's injuries were serious.

He was only an S-rank Alpha, yet he had actually dared to serve as a cushion beneath him.

He had guts. No wonder he could hold the position of Executor.

Other than how irritating he was when he spoke, there seemed to be nothing wrong with him.

The question was, at that moment, had he truly been unwilling to release too many pheromones to turn the situation around, or had he felt safe and forgotten to react for a moment?

Very few people showed him their safe, soft side.

Perhaps he simply did not want to think too deeply about it.

He was only a rival. What did his fate, good or bad, have to do with him?

Every time he faced that guy, he could not help revealing his emotional side.

Just like how he softened his heart again and again before Puppy.

Unfortunately, they were destined never to be friends. He hated people with sharp tongues.

When he woke up, it was already dawn.

He Xiaowu adjusted his waistband and stood by the vehicle door. "Director, I have good news. It looks like the Top-tier Tribe has withdrawn."

Wan Ying was puzzled. "Withdrawn? Why?"

He set his coat on the seat, stood, and jumped out of the vehicle.

Could it be because his injuries were too serious?

The thought surfaced.

He Xiaowu shook his head. "I don't know. I heard their Executor withdrew, leaving only a few people behind to clean up the battlefield."

"Brother, this is great. With their Executor gone, our odds of winning are even better."

Wan Ying turned to look behind him, toward the Top-tier Tribe's position.

Was it because his injuries were too serious for him to continue?

"Go find out why he withdrew early."

He Xiaowu scratched his head, unable to understand.

"Director, why are we investigating that? Isn't it better for us if they withdrew?"

"Fine, fine, fine. I'll go investigate right now."

Having received his order, He Xiaowu quickly left.

Wan Ying remained where he was, his brows tightly furrowed.

How could it be such a coincidence? He had withdrawn right after getting hurt.

It could not be because of anything else.

So what was he supposed to do now?

There was not the slightest joy in his heart over winning the competition.

This was beyond his expectations.

He did not want this ending. There had clearly been a better way.

Why did he have to be so stubborn?

If he had known, he should have just obediently applied the medicine. Then he would not have dragged it out all night and ended up unable to continue the mission.

Forget it. It had nothing to do with him.

Wan Ying suppressed his thoughts and continued with the new mission.

He Xiaowu arrived late, catching up to him from behind.

"Director, their Executor really is sick, but it isn't from an injury. His pheromone disorder flared up again, and this time it's serious. I heard he's already injured two members of his own team."

"Strange, where's Little Eight? Why didn't he come up? Did he go somewhere else to gather supplies?"

"Director, did you see that Executor yesterday? Do you know what he looks like? I was too far away when I went to relieve myself, so I didn't see him."

Another teammate came up excitedly and began talking.

Wan Ying gave him a brief look. "Didn't see him."

As soon as he said it,

disappointment flashed across the man's face. "You didn't see him either? Why do you think he's so mysterious? Not one of his teammates is willing to say what their Executor looks like."

"I even begged my brother over it. I said I'd buy him several sets of equipment, but my brother loves gaming so much, and he actually wasn't tempted. I just don't get it. Isn't a face meant to be seen? Does it have to be that mysterious?"

"Director, do you think they might be carrying out some secret mission, so they can't reveal his appearance?"

"My brother loves exaggerating. He said their Executor is even better-looking than you. I don't believe anyone could be better-looking than our Director."

The teammate talked as he walked forward.

Wan Ying watched where he was stepping.

When he heard that the man was supposedly better-looking than him, someone inexplicably came to mind.

His Puppy was better-looking than him.

It was not that he judged people by appearance. There were plenty of people in this world who looked better than him.

He simply had not seen many. Puppy counted as one.

He needed to finish this mission quickly. He wanted to see his good Puppy sooner.

"Are you sure his injuries are fine? It's only because of his pheromone disorder..."

When he returned that morning, he had taken an inhibitor injection.

Releasing too many pheromones had made his body feel unwell.

Did inhibitors not work on that guy?

He had heard that some Alphas' bodies could not tolerate the effects of medication.

Thinking about it that way, it was rather miserable.

He Xiaowu suddenly leaned in front of him, interrupting his thoughts.

"Director, something's not right. Why are you so worried about that guy? Don't tell me you really did what happens in those novels... fall in love with your sworn enemy?"

He had still been curious what his teammate was going to say, until that final sentence came out.

Wan Ying's face darkened, and he raised his hand and slapped him.

"I think you're seriously ill."

The slap landed solidly on He Xiaowu's back.

He Xiaowu yelped in pain. "Director, this is attempted murder."

At last, his ears were quiet.

Wan Ying turned and glanced behind him. There was no one there...