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Yingzi glanced at the somewhat dazed Fei Hu and said, "You should leave! You were invited to help, but it seems this task is too big for you. It would be better to leave under the moonlight; it will be even harder to escape when dawn breaks."
Fei Hu shook his head, thinking to himself, what does Yingzi take me for? Once I promise to help someone, I will see it through to the end. Although this situation is a bit perilous, I am a man, a proper man. What he didn't expect was that Ye Xiaofei had arrived, which made it even more impossible for him to leave. He couldn't bear the thought of his goddess being killed in the Deep Mountains and Old Forests; how could he still call himself Fei Hu after that?
The flames in the cave slowly dimmed as no one added more fuel. Everyone felt a burden in their hearts, wondering what kind of fierce battle awaited them tomorrow. Fei Hu stood up, stretched his muscles, and then said to everyone, "Actually, I believe we are safest here in this Great Forest. They can't do anything to us. I have experience living in the forest, so we can just wait them out until they retreat. Only then can we leave safely."
Ye Cheng listened and nodded, saying, "In this case, it's a bit unfair to involve you, an outsider, in our family matters. It's truly regrettable; how did we end up owing favors again at our age?" Ye Cheng sighed and lowered his head with a hint of sadness.
"Grandpa, when you were young, you always helped others and made them owe you favors. Now that you're older, isn't it just coming full circle? There's no need to sigh about it," Ye Xiaofei walked over and patted her grandfather's shoulder, showing the deep bond between them.
Yingzi leaned closer to Fei Hu and whispered, "You need to think carefully; this is not an ordinary situation. If things go wrong, it could cost lives. If you leave now, you might still make it in time; if you wait too long, it may be too late. If something happens to you, it seems you'll only be able to repay this favor in your next life." The seriousness of her words indicated that the situation was indeed grave, but Fei Hu remained silent about why these people were pursuing them.
Without hesitation, Fei Hu smiled and said, "You're underestimating me. I actually have my ways of surviving in this Great Forest. As long as you all listen to me, those people are no match for us. Didn't I tell you? I grew up in the Great Forest." Fei Hu spoke with great confidence; Yingzi had no way to counter him. However, women are often sensitive; Yingzi sensed an elusive connection between Fei Hu and Ye Xiaofei.
Seeing that Ye Cheng looked a bit tired, Fei Hu said, "Let's stoke the fire and get some sleep!" After saying this, he glanced at his watch; the hour hand had just reached twelve o'clock.
Yingzi got up and added some fuel to the fire, which immediately blazed back to life. She then approached Ye Xiaofei and adjusted her clothing before turning to Fei Hu and saying, "You should sleep too! You're exhausted today; we'll need you tomorrow."
Fei Hu leaned closer to Yingzi and said softly, "You keep an eye on things here while I go check out these people's background so we can deal with them better tomorrow."
"No way! That's too dangerous. How about I go with you?" Yingzi instinctively grabbed Fei Hu's arm as if afraid he would run off.
Fei Hu smiled and said, "No need, in the forest, especially at night, you won't be able to move an inch. I have this specialty; I'll be back in no time. Those people in the forest are just rookies."
As soon as Fei Hu finished speaking, he darted out. Yingzi watched him disappear into the woods and shook her head helplessly.
In the late autumn forest, the vegetation was lush. The path Fei Hu took had almost no weeds, but it was filled with difficult terrain—either rocks or sandy patches where grass couldn't grow. Walking on such a path required a certain level of skill; most people would fall after just a few steps, but Fei Hu moved as if he were walking on flat ground.
Before long, Fei Hu reached the mountain peak. Using the moonlight, he gazed into the distance at the endless green mountains that seemed to stretch on without end. All he could hear was the distant sound of a small river. Following the ridge, Fei Hu quietly made his way down the mountain. Whenever he encountered a path that was hard to see, he would leap gracefully from tree to tree, resembling a flying hero.
Soon, he arrived at the foot of the mountain and followed a bumpy dirt road down. Suddenly, a scream pierced the air—a man's voice cursed, "You useless bunch! You couldn't even catch a single bird and ended up hurting yourselves. It's just a minor scrape; what's there to scream about?"
Only then did Fei Hu notice in the moonlight that five Jeeps were parked by the roadside, along with two tents set up nearby. It seemed this group had come in numbers. Looking around, Fei Hu realized he had almost made a grave mistake; there were hidden sentries not far from him, and he nearly walked right into them.
Fei Hu crouched down, contemplating how to approach these tents and see how many people were inside. After observing for a while without getting a clear idea, he decided to take a risk: climb up the nearby large tree and peek inside from the branches extending toward the road. With that thought in mind, while two sentries were resting, Fei Hu leaped up and grabbed onto a branch. With a swift motion of his waist, he swung himself up nimbly without making a sound.
Once in the tree, Fei Hu moved like a monkey along the branches and peered down into one of the large tents lit by candles. Inside lay fourteen men in black clothing. Now that they had removed their masks, Fei Hu could see their faces clearly; most appeared to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old—about his age. Could they be the so-called assassins?
In another tent nearby sat three men on the ground. The one at the top was a burly man in his thirties named Curly, wearing an open shirt with a thick chain around his neck. By candlelight, Fei Hu could see clearly that on Curly's left sat Fat Wang—the chubby man who had led a group of yellow-haired attackers against them earlier that afternoon—his head lowered with an expression of grievance. On Curly's right was a young man with shifty eyes and a thin frame wearing a hat.
They seemed to be arguing about something. Fei Hu perked up his ears to listen as Curly shouted angrily, "Fat Wang, you idiot! What kind of trash did you bring? Calling yourselves the Three Musketeers? Now they're all lying in hospitals—who's wielding swords now?"
"Not my fault, big brother! That guy and girl were just too strong! You saw how they handled Jeans and his crew—they fell right into the river! Luckily it was shallow; otherwise, someone could have died! I did my best; do what you want!" Fat Wang lowered his head and stopped talking.
"Fine, fine! You all did your best; it's only me who didn't do enough! This time Boss gave us a death mission; if those people walk out of here alive, we can forget about surviving in A City! We won't see our share of money for half a year! Mao Liu, do you think I’m wrong about Fat Wang? If he had captured or killed those few people this afternoon, wouldn’t this mission have been completed? We could be counting our money right now! Look at us now—those injured are injured; what's worse is that there's not an ounce of fighting spirit left!" Curly complained helplessly to the guy wearing the hat beside him.
The guy called Mao Liu by Curly chuckled and said, "I say, big brother, don't get worked up. What's the deal here? These stupid pigs are digging their own graves. Once they enter this forest, behind them is the primeval forest where the financial wolves and Bear Monster often roam. We won't even need to lift a finger; in a few days, they'll either run out on their own or get eaten by those creatures. Either way, they won't survive. By tomorrow, when our reinforcements arrive and seal off the entrances outside the mountain, they won't have any way to escape."
Fei Hu in the tree couldn't help but gasp. There were already so many people here, and more would come tomorrow. How could they handle that?
"Alright, Fat Wang, don't be mad at big brother. I'm just looking out for everyone," Curly said, patting Fat Wang on the shoulder. "Tomorrow, you go down the mountain and bring back a few carts of food. We'll hold a prolonged battle here; I don't believe we can't deal with them."
Mao Liu nodded and suddenly said to Curly, "Big brother, the fat guy keeps saying this group is tough. How about this: tomorrow morning, you and I go up the mountain ourselves to capture them. If we can't catch them, we'll drive them deeper into the mountains until they starve."
Mao Liu said this with a proud smile, while Fei Hu in the tree felt like giving him a punch.
"Then how many people do we have left who can fight besides the injured? How about we each take a team and surround them from both sides? We can catch them like fish in a barrel," Curly suggested, proudly punching Fat Wang's shoulder.
Fat Wang replied somewhat displeased, "There are still quite a few who can move. With this tent and those lying in the vehicle, plus six lookout positions, there are probably no less than thirty people. But brother, let me remind you to be cautious. Ye Cheng is not someone to underestimate; you should know better than us what kind of person he is. Do you think his subordinates are weak?"
"Hahaha, Ye Cheng! That's in the past. The strongest now is Ye Wu; he's actually our Boss," Curly laughed heartily. Fei Hu in the tree felt a bit confused; who exactly was Ye Cheng? It felt like he was right beside them.
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