Chapter 112: Just What Kind of People Are You All?!

Chapter 112: Just What Kind of People Are You All?!

Lu Yuanhang was still dazed as he listened to the broadcast content.

The points were being added so quickly that he couldn’t figure it out in time, and Team China had already firmly secured first place.

"What the heck?! We're champions already, and by a huge point gap over the German team?"

"Is there some foul play? Did they pay off the production team? Otherwise, why are so many people rushing to hand over points?!"

He muttered to himself as he untied the ropes.

After turning off the camera, he began to carefully climb down the tree.

*Who cares who wins? It’s none of my business.*

*Once I finish this job, I can quit the entertainment industry and retire in peace!*

As for the **Vendetta Squad**?

Let them keep wallowing in the mud.

The little they earn from gigs can’t compare to real capital!

Lu Yuanhang smirked proudly, looking down at the rope by his feet with disdain.

"Not that great, really. With a little effort, I was able to break free."

He took out his phone, confirmed his location, and ran towards his destination.

But after a few steps, Lu Yuanhang paused and eyed the surrounding vegetation.

"Maybe I should disguise myself?"

No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than he began to act.

To be honest, these past two days as a hostage weren't in vain.

At least he had learned one or two survival skills.

And so, ten minutes later,

With green foliage on his head, Lu Yuanhang sprinted deeper into the jungle.

The further he went, the denser the thorns became.

......

After much effort, as he finally neared the meeting point, Lu Yuanhang cautiously peeked out and saw a group of fierce-looking foreigners gathered in windbreakers.

They were highly vigilant. Upon hearing his footsteps, they immediately turned around, ready to fight. But upon seeing Lu Yuanhang, they narrowed their eyes and scrutinized him.

"Lu... Yuan... Hang?"

The accented Mandarin reached his ears, and Lu Yuanhang stepped closer.

"That's right, it’s me."

"Is the exchange happening here?" he asked, puzzled.

A leader-like figure stepped forward from the group. "Are you sure no one followed you here?"

"No," Lu Yuanhang replied, his expression unusually serious. "I was very careful when I came."

They probably haven't finished fighting a guerrilla battle yet!

They're blinded by rage from killing; how would they have time to notice me?!

The leader nodded. "We'll send you a verification code. Once you enter and confirm the code, the funds will be transferred all at once to an overseas account."

Lu Yuanhang chuckled. "What about my portion of the reward? If everything is transferred, I have no guarantee."

"Don't worry about that," the leader said. "Your fee will be deducted from the total amount."

"Don't you even have this much trust?"

"Alright, let's get started. The deathmatch show will likely end soon."

"But speaking of which, your Chinese Team is quite impressive. They still had the energy when cornered?"

As the leader spoke, he gestured to his subordinate to quickly start the computer program.

Lu Yuanhang also took out his phone, ready to receive the verification code.

The location they were in was the only spot on the island with the strongest signal. It was also the only place, akin to international waters, a lawless zone. Once the transfer was successful, the funds would be impossible to recover...

"How much longer?!" the leader urged.

The team member's fingers rapidly tapped the keyboard. "Just a moment, right away..."

"Alright,"

"The verification code has been sent."

The leader immediately turned to Lu Yuanhang. "Quick, check if you've received it!"

Lu Yuanhang's hands trembled slightly as his eyes were glued to the screen. When he saw the notification, he excitedly shouted, "I got it!"

Before he could finish, a shadow appeared beside him. "Give it here!"

"Huh?!"

The familiar voice made Lu Yuanhang turn around in panic, causing him to lose his grip on his phone. He then saw the members of the Revenge Squad descending from above.

Luo Wudi swung a flexible whip, slowly advancing, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Didn't I tell you not to wander in the jungle, little friend?"

"Yet you didn't listen."

"You really made us work to find you!"

Lu Yuanhang backed away in fear. "Sister Hong, listen to me—"

"What's the point of explaining? Grab the phone!"

The leader shouted and charged forward, trying to snatch the phone from Jian Li's hand. But with a smile, Jian Li threw the phone in a parabolic arc.

"Jian Li Ge, catch it."

Jian Li did a forward roll, stretched out his arm, and caught the phone steadily.

Seeing this, the leader rushed toward Jian Li. Just as he was about to get close, Jian Li threw the phone again, shouting, "Huo Xiao Ge, catch it."

"Damn it!"

The leader was furious and turned to shout, "What are you all standing there for? The verification code is only valid for five minutes!"

"Take out your weapons and kill them!"

Hearing this, the other team members pulled out their guns and aimed at the Qiu Sha Squad.

Lu Yuanhang suddenly shouted, "Hand over the phone, or you're all dead!"

"They’re desperadoes!"

"Hurry!"

He looked nervous, as if he was genuinely afraid that the Qiu Sha Squad would lose their lives. After all, everyone has emotions, especially after working together for so long...

Jian Li smirked and said to Huo Xiao, "It seems they don’t care about the verification code. Let’s directly smash the screen."

Huo Xiao nodded. But just as he was about to act, the leader shouted, "Do you think you're faster than a gun?"

"This is ridiculous—"

As the leader was about to pull the trigger, a flexible whip swung and wrapped around his wrist.

"Ah—"

In pain, he threw away the gun and, in a panic, tried to pick it up again, but suddenly his vision went dark.

Immediately after, several gunshots rang out from the jungle, startling a large number of birds and insects.

The live stream screen completely blacked out, and viewers gasped in the live comments.

"Is this not scripted? How does it feel so real? Did the Qiu Sha Squad really run into bandits?"

"I want to know what role Lu Yuanhang is playing. Why are the bandits so desperate for his phone?! If they don't get it, they'll kill him?!"

"Wait, let me think this through. Am I the only one who thinks this is a huge cover-up? Could it be that the bandits were the Qiu Sha Squad’s target from the start?!"

"Is the Qiu Sha Squad okay? Why did the live stream stop? There are no other camera feeds either. Does that mean...?"

Even as the plane landed and a team of uniformed officers came out and handcuffed him, Lu Yuanhang still wore a look of confusion.

Staring at the Qiu Sha Squad, he finally asked, "Who exactly are you guys?"

Jian Li grinned, "Aren’t we your good teammates?"

"Who also doubled as your personal blood bank."

Lu Yuanhang went wild, "What about them?!"

"They've always been plotting against me!"

"They've been trying to get me locked up, haven't they?!"

"And my agent,"

"That guy is definitely hiding something—"

His voice faded as he stepped onto the plane, mixing with the announcements over the PA system,

"Congratulations to Huà Team for accumulating 86 points, securing the top position, and being crowned champions of this session's Deathmatch Reality show."