Fatty Evacuation

"Guga! Guga!"

The Thief Gugas certainly lived up to their reputation as seasoned experts.

They walked over 120 meters on the slick rock face without even breaking a sweat.

"Heave-ho!"

Thief Guga #1 climbed up first, sprawled over the cave entrance, and reached out to pull up the Gugas below.

Once everyone was up, they finally had time to survey their surroundings.

"Grass can grow in this dump? We couldn't have got the wrong place, could we? Guga."

Thief Guga #1 scratched her head and reached out to open the map and look over it again.

"Can't be right, let's go take a look inside, guga."

The Gugas walked deeper into the cave with puzzled looks.

After walking for a bit, they finally saw a small dirt mound at the very back of the cave.

Atop it grew a withered little grass, its leaves marked with faint golden threads.

"Well I'll be guga-ed, there really is one!"

Thief Guga #1 walked up, raised her little head to look at the small hole above.

"Even though Sister Gazi here doesn't know how to grow grass, I know this environment couldn't even keep a cactus alive."

"Clack!"

The sound of stone slabs rubbing against each other rang out.

Thief Guga #1 hurriedly turned her head to look.

She saw Thief Guga #4 holding a lead box in her hands, with a hidden compartment on the stone wall beside her.

Her hair stood on end from fright.

"Why are you acting on your own, guga!! What if there's an alarm! Guga!!"

Thief Guga #4 clutched the lead box tighter to her chest, raising her little head with an expression of confidence.

"Don't you worry, Sister Gazi! This guga is known as the Shadowless Thunderbolt Hand!

Back in the day, I relied on this exact trick to swap a diamond protected by infrared sensors without the infrared even reacting, guga!"

Thief Guga #1 deflated instantly.

To think her team had such a talented person! This was a speed even she couldn't manage!

"Ahem, just dodging infrared, I can do that too, nothing to brag about, guga."

Maintaining her dignity as the big sister, she picked up a small trowel and small brush, squatted beside the Blue Silver Emperor, and began carefully digging.

The rest of the Thief Gugas dispersed through the cave, rummaging everywhere by the faint sunlight filtering in.

Yet the cave was empty; besides slippery moss everywhere and damp, cold rock, not even half a valuable item could be found.

"Guga, mission complete! Retreat!"

Thief Guga #1 transplanted the Blue Silver Emperor into a small pot and shouted to the other Gugas.

"Wait a moment, Sister Gazi, this guga has a habit: whenever I finish something, I have to leave a mark!"

Guga #5 took out a pen and began drawing on the stone wall beside her.

Five minutes later, a husky head with a wise gaze appeared on the stone wall.

"Done!"

The group of Thief Gugas did not linger, grabbed their ropes, leaped forward, and slid rapidly downward.

Once back on the shore.

The Water Guga supporting the waterfall suddenly burst apart.

Ninja Guga sprawled facedown on the grassy bank, panting heavily with her little tongue stuck out.

"Guga... why were you guys so slow?"

"Hehe~ digging up this grass took a bit too much time."

Luckily, Chef Guga walked over carrying a bowl of noodles.

"Eat, don't go hungry, guga~"

"Thank you, guga!"

Ninja Guga took the bowl and inhaled the whole thing in a storm of feeding.

After an entire large bucket of noodles was eaten, she was full of energy again!

"Guga, time to run for it now, sisters!"

Ninja Guga produced a sealing scroll with the word "Vehicle" written on it, formed hand seals, and slapped it onto the ground.

"Bang!"

After a puff of white smoke.

A modified motorcycle appeared.

After putting the lead box and that pot of grass into the trunk,

The group of Gugas scrambled onto the vehicle one after another—the backseat, handlebars, and trunk were all crammed full.

Ninja Guga sat at the very front gripping the handlebars, her little hands twisting the throttle, and the motorcycle engine emitted a rumbling roar.

"Everyone sit tight, guga!"

"Roar!!"

The exhaust pipe spat out a ball of flame!

The motorcycle wheels kicked up a flurry of gravel and dust, and shot forward with a sudden jerk.

"Hey! What the fuck!!"

The little Gugas were flung outward one by one by the momentum.

In a panic, the Gugas in the back reached out and grabbed the little feet of the ones in front, and the ones grabbed tightly onto the ones even further ahead, linked in a chain.

As for the Guga right at the front, her two little hands desperately clawed at the rear luggage rack of the motorcycle, and a long string of Gugas hung suspended in mid-air, swaying and swinging back and forth with the speed of the bike.

"Guga!! Help me, guga!!"

"Stop! Stop!!"

"Stop pulling! Guga is going to snap!!"

Yet the wind was too loud, and Ninja Guga couldn't hear a thing; she just madly revved the throttle.

Meanwhile, inside the Holy Soul Village blacksmith shop.

Tang Hao gazed at the setting sun gradually sinking toward the mountain peak, his expression sinking instantly, full of annoyance.

"What's going on with Little San? Could it be that just because I casually praised him, he dares to slack off and not cook?!"

"Humph! Who knows who he takes after!"

He set down his heavy smithing hammer with a clang and strode out of the smithing room.

The courtyard was empty, without a single person in sight.

"Little San, Little San! Little San!!"

Tang Hao raised his volume and shouted several times, but the surroundings only held the sound of the wind blowing, without the slightest response.

"Strange, where are people?"

Tang Hao's brow furrowed tightly, and an inexplicable sense of unease quietly welled up from the bottom of his heart—Tang San was neither in the courtyard nor in the house.

"Hm? What is this?"

He walked up to the door frame, reached out, and pulled out the half-broken blade embedded within it.

"Human traffickers?! Preposterous! How dare they target my son!!"

Rage surged straight to his crown.

Tang San was his hope for revenge!! Nothing must happen to him!

No matter who it was! He would make them pay the price!!

"Crack—"

The half-broken blade began to fracture in Tang Hao's hand.

Then with a "Bang!", it exploded into countless fragments.

At that moment he didn't have time to wonder why he hadn't heard any movement.

His body transformed into a blur of black shadow, rushing straight out of the blacksmith shop and sprinting rapidly toward the outskirts of the village, preparing to track Tang San's whereabouts by his aura.

Not long after, he found him in a small woods just outside the village.

Tang Hao's brow furrowed instantly.

He knew his son's strength well; no one in the entire village was his match.

Then how was he buried in the ground?

Sensing movement, Tang San slowly opened his eyes, his eyes lighting up when he saw the familiar figure.

"Dad! Save me quickly! It's so uncomfortable!"

"Humph! Look at what you look like right now, you good-for-nothing!"

Tang Hao dug him out with an expression of disgust.

Tang San was covered in dirt and grime, his head hung very low, his face full of frustration.

"Dad, I'm sorry... It was that stinky penguin that ambushed me! Otherwise I wouldn't have fallen for it! That stinky penguin, it..."

Tang San recounted the whole ins and outs of the matter.

Yet upon hearing the words "back mountain," Tang Hao abruptly raised a hand to interrupt him.

With a gloomy expression, he asked:

"Wait, you mean they insisted on going to the back mountain?!"

"Yeah! If I didn't say so they would have beaten me."

Tang San cringed his neck, looking like he had suffered a great grievance.

"Slap!!"