The rain, which had lasted for several days, finally stopped on Wednesday.
Zhang Ze went up the mountain to look for the token as usual, but now he was using crutches, which made things difficult, as the half-wet road was very slippery.
Zhang Ze was wearing a studded shoe on one foot, but the mountain path was still difficult to traverse, and he fell several times. Fortunately, the cast was covered with a layer of plastic film, so no matter how many times Zhang Ze fell, the cast didn't get dirty.
The bodyguards were heartbroken but dared not say anything, and ultimately insisted on close protection.
Zhang Ze couldn't persuade him anymore, so he stopped. Another day of fruitless searching.
1 a. m.
While sleeping in a medium-sized, spacious RV, Zhang Ze suddenly heard someone outside smashing the window with what sounded like an axe or a hammer. His heart skipped a beat, and he woke up instantly.
Bang bang bang!
The car's alarm system kept beeping loudly.
He got up, threw off the blanket, bent over with difficulty, and pulled out a box from under the bed with one hand, which contained self-defense tools.
With a constant sense of crisis, he calmly opened the box, only to regret that the use of firearms is illegal in this country.
He pulled out a retractable stun gun and a can of long-range pepper spray.
It seems someone is impatient to take his life. Let him guess who it is? Fan Yuan? The reason I don't suspect it's Song Ziming is because Song Ziming doesn't have the guts.
Several bodyguards, not knowing what was going on.
He can't die now...
I glanced at the car window and saw spiderweb-like cracks already appearing. One crack, two cracks, three cracks—the window finally gave way and shattered.
Even under the dim headlights, the car alarm continued to blare.
At the critical moment, Zhang Ze dodged the axe that was thrown in from outside by tilting his head; the axe landed on the soft quilt.
The man outside, wearing a black facekini, spoke in a rough, thuggish voice, "Kid, come out here, I'll give you a quick death."
Zhang Ze remained silent, his eyes cold. He picked up the pepper spray and sprayed it at the car window. The person outside quickly dodged, but unfortunately, one of their eyes was hit.
"Ouch, that hurts so much! Damn it, why does this kid still have chili water?! Hiss..." the man groaned.
"Come out! Don't think you'll survive if you don't speak!"
Zhang Ze stared at them intently, his eyes gradually turning red. He saw the other person still trying to open the car door, but unfortunately, only the main control system could unlock the doors. Unless the system determined that there had been a car accident, the doors would not open easily, and starting the vehicle and driving out required both a key and a password.
Even so, it wouldn't be difficult for people outside to squeeze in through the large car windows.
Zhang Ze got up, took a dagger from the box, and stuck it into his plaster cast.
He limped to the front of the car, extended two fingers to press the sunroof button on the main control system, and didn't remove the key because he would need it to close the sunroof.
Back under the not-so-large skylight, with the stun gun in his mouth, he leaped, gripping the windowsill tightly with both hands. His body dangled in the air, and with a twist of his waist and abdomen, he curled up and flipped himself up, his cast-covered foot throbbing slightly from the exertion.
He had barely stepped onto the roof when he pressed the manual button and slammed it back down, blood flowing from the web between his thumb and forefinger.
By the time the group had climbed into the taller RV, the sunroof was already closed.
After a while, a voice inside the car shouted, "Damn it, all the buttons are in English! Which one opens the sunroof?!"
I'll give it a try.
"Isn't there a manual one?"
"Damn it, that kid smashed the manual one!"
Once on the roof of the car, Zhang Ze looked around at the pitch-black surroundings. His bodyguards lay on the ground, presumably drugged.
He took out his phone and glanced at it; there was still no signal deep in the mountains.
It's so late, no villagers will show up.
The three tried to open the sunroof in the car but to no avail, because they didn't know that opening the sunroof required operating two buttons simultaneously.
The assailant's patience had clearly run out, and he decided to climb up with his bare hands.
When he was the first to go up, he saw the boy on the roof of the car smile slightly at him. At that moment, the assailant was almost knocked unconscious, but he quickly regained his senses and thought, what's there to be afraid of in a lame boy who's unarmed?
His brothers carried him up, and he climbed up with his bare hands. But just as he was about to reach the top, the boy looked down at him, slowly bent down, reached behind his back, and suddenly pulled out a dagger, stabbing it viciously into the back of his hand.
"Ouch!! My hand, it hurts... Ugh, it hurts so much!"
The dagger pierced through his entire palm. Zhang Ze's lips curled into a smile as he quickly pulled the dagger out, splattering blood onto his face.
Under the dark blue twilight.
Wearing a loose white long-sleeved shirt and black pants, Zhang Ze watched them with amusement, his eccentric charm perfectly displayed.
Ignoring the thug's painful screams, Zhang Ze stretched out his hand, beckoned with his finger, indicating: continue.
There were three of them, and they knew the consequences of rushing up rashly.
The eldest of the three men then pulled out a pistol that he hadn't originally intended to use.
This was within Zhang Ze's expectations, but unfortunately, due to his loss of voice, he had lost the ability to negotiate.
The thug roared, "You brat! How dare you hurt my brother! I'll make you wish you were dead!"
Zhang Ze, who had been squatting, lay flat before the gunman pulled the trigger. Now, the assailant, who was less than 1.8 meters tall, had lost his target once again.
Beneath the black masks were their faces, which were already ashen with rage.
"Get down! We promise you'll die a quick and painless death."
Zhang Ze, of course, paid no attention. He placed the dagger against his chest, looked at the twinkling stars in the sky, which were beautiful. He took out his phone from his pocket and snapped a picture of the scene.
Xiao Feng grew up in the city, a city plagued by light pollution, where it was rare to see stars. He wanted to give Xiao Feng a gift, but then he remembered that his phone only had Xiao Feng's phone number that he had secretly found out. His phone had no signal, and he didn't have Xiao Feng's WeChat.
But he still sent the photo full of stars via MMS, but there was no signal and it kept showing as "sending".
He slowly put his phone away, unsure if he would live to see tomorrow. Would this photo be his last gift to Xiao Feng? He smiled bitterly and put the phone back in his pocket.
As the assailant tried to climb the tree to aim at him again, he tucked the stun gun under his arm, leaped, and used a dagger in one hand to scrape his body off the car's surface, making himself disappear from the gun's sight.
The screeching sound of the metal scraping against the dagger made the thug lying on the ground, clutching his hand and groaning in pain, even worse. He cursed at Zhang Ze, "You troublesome bastard, you're going to die sooner or later anyway! You might as well just die now!"
He paused, then realized that Zhang Ze had been silent the entire time, not uttering a single word. Enduring the excruciating pain of his torn skin, he sneered, "Could he be mute? Hahahaha... No wonder he didn't scream for help."
There was another thug under the car, who wasn't armed but was carrying a knife. He waited on the other side until he noticed Zhang Ze had already gotten out.
However, to his surprise, the guy also had a stun gun! Before he could even draw his knife, Zhang Ze had already pressed the switch, and the stun gun was thrust directly into the assailant's stomach with deadly force. "Ugh!" The current quickly spread throughout the assailant's body.
The assailant, who was electrocuted and no longer made a sound, passed out and fell face-up into the mud.
The thug lying on the ground, covered in mud and with blood gushing from his palms, panicked completely.
He swallowed hard, his lips trembling beneath his black facekini, and cried out, "Don't come any closer! Big brother, save me!"
Zhang Ze limped up to him, smiled, and took out his phone to type. "Try to cover the blood well, it wouldn't be good if you died. I don't want to go to jail again."
The thugs were completely dumbfounded.
None of the three of them have ever been to jail! Who is this kid? He's even more ruthless than them!