Chapter 200: Chapter 197: Bizarre Situation

Third Brother clutched at his left hand, from which blood wouldn’t stop flowing, wincing in agony. He had just rushed over to provide support when a lead bullet grazed his arm, almost piercing his bone!

“WHAT?”

Sap was wracked with excruciating pain, his mind incapable of much thought; whom had he just shot? Third Brother?

But how had the other side managed to do it?

By the time Legoff finally made it to the scene, Third Brother, enduring the pain, stood up to keep watch, while Legoff crouched down to inspect Sap’s wound, only to discover it had been caused by an arrow!

“Damn it, is this guy Indian or what?”

Legoff didn’t dare to pull out the arrow, fearing it might cause a secondary injury. He picked up the shotgun from Sap’s hands, scanning the surroundings. Facing an unseen opponent, the shotgun, with its wider range of damage, was clearly a better choice, while the viewers’ tension peaked because Bi Fang was only a dozen meters away!

Without mentioning the range, it was a distance he could reach with almost a sprint!

As he fired that one arrow, Bi Fang had never intended to follow up with a second one. Almost simultaneously with the release of the arrow, he switched from stillness to motion, a dive and roll to evade the shotgun’s line of fire and Sap’s line of sight, then hid motionless behind a tree.

And Sap’s shot had just happened to hit Third Brother who was coming to help!

[Hit my own teammate!]

[Damn, Master Fang’s mental strength is just too powerful!]

[So creepy, it’s only a dozen meters, right? Not even twenty meters!]

[Damn, damn, damn, what do we do now? Isn’t this a dead end if we’re discovered?]

Bi Fang’s expression was solemn; it wasn’t that he didn’t want to move, but that he couldn’t move.

Tonight was overcast, and the canopy of trees added to the gloom; the forest was frighteningly dark. Taking advantage of the tree shadows and the darkness, his stillness could keep him hidden, but any movement would make him excessively conspicuous.

If the others saw him vanish, they should have been very frightened, yet except for the screaming Sap, the other two couldn’t make a sound. They were like a pack of wolves poised to ambush a tiger, patiently hidden in the darkness.

This was no ordinary poaching team, but one that had undergone some training. If they were just regular poachers, they would have panicked by now, not remaining as calm as they were.

Neither side dared to use a light source; in this environment, whoever turned on a light first would be the target.

At such a close distance, Bi Fang also didn’t dare to shoot an arrow; with the three of them gathered together, his position would be firmly locked the second he made a shot.

With neither side daring to move, the situation eerily settled into a deadlock.

Eventually, Legoff seemed to lose his patience, “You should have figured out who we are, no problem, it’s so dark that you couldn’t have seen our faces. So, let’s make a deal, Huaxia People, we just want the Goose. We’ll let you leave unharmed, what do you say?”

Legoff continued to persuade, “I know you might not believe me, but think about it carefully. We’re just after the money, why should we be burdened with two human lives? That would be stupid. Once we get the money, we’re gone. My word is my bond.”

The agonized Sap couldn’t help shouting, “Legoff, find that bastard and slaughter him!”

“They all listen to me, and if I say I’ll let you go, I definitely will!”

“Legoff, you always said you wouldn’t let go of anyone who hurt our brothers!” Sap’s temples were throbbing with exposed veins, showing his adamant stance.

“Damn it, can’t you shut up for just two seconds?” Legoff snapped in annoyance hearing that. Was Fourth Brother out of his mind?

The audience in the live stream grew impatient.

[I think we should just give them the Goose, right? This is too dangerous; I feel like what they’re saying makes sense, they’re after the money, not our lives…]

[Yeah, Master Fang, that’s enough already, just hand it over if it comes to it]

Some viewers were still young, not as experienced with the viciousness of society, and they started to believe much of what Legoff said upon hearing his words. But there were others who understood Legoff’s true intent.

[Are you stupid upstairs? They’re clearly trying to trick Master Fang into making a sound—are you seriously believing this crap? Would you entrust your life to a stranger? Even betting on your life, you wouldn’t dare gamble like you suggest!]

[! Wow, I didn’t see that coming, isn’t that too cunning?]

[Holding the dagger, the intent to kill arises on its own, don’t trust foreigners!]

If the viewers could understand this, Bi Fang was of course even more aware. Moreover, in their minds, his live streaming device had already been smashed; Johnny would undoubtedly wish for his death, hoping his secret would be buried with him forever.

In the darkness, aside from Sap’s agonized screams, there was silence.

Damn it!

Legoff cursed under his breath upon hearing the scream, his annoyance mounting.

Without uttering a word, Bi Fang took off his robe, balled it up, and hurled it out forcefully.

This type of blinding tactic was not new, but it was highly effective, especially in dimly lit conditions. The enemy was definitely observing their surroundings, and would have only a fraction of a second to think upon seeing a dark silhouette appear.

The enemy had guns, and in such situations, 99% of people would shoot. Firing a gun in an extreme state of tension was not an action of thought but a nervous reflex.

As expected, both Legoff and Third Brother caught a glimpse of the dark shadow in their peripheral vision and immediately raised their guns to shoot. But the moment the bullets were fired, another dark figure darted out from the other side of the tree!

Damn, it’s a distraction!

The instant another figure appeared, Legoff realized he had been fooled. He immediately dove forward to dodge the attack, but Third Brother reacted a beat too slow—he didn’t notice Bi Fang’s approach and continued to fire at the robe.

Bi Fang rolled a few times after he lunged, not having time to get up, and knelt on both legs with his body half-bent, drawing his bow to shoot!

Third Brother, who had just been shooting at the robe, couldn’t react in time, and a sharp sliver of bone, transforming into a streak of black light, pierced straight into his abdomen!

Awesome!

So freaking awesome!

Simply a master of modern combat!

Just like a special forces warrior!

The audience wanted to cry out in astonishment.

Dealing with humans was completely different from dealing with animals. The disparity in strength that both sides could demonstrate was more evident, whether it was psychological quality or tactical competition. This moment showcased Bi Fang’s formidable prowess entirely!

“Ah!”

Third Brother cried out in agony, falling backward, but Bi Fang didn’t continue to dodge at this moment—he charged straight towards the injured Third Brother!

What is Master Fang doing!

The audience’s eyes widened, utterly baffled by Bi Fang’s insane action. Why wasn’t he continuing to hide after gaining the upper hand? Charging at someone with a gun, wasn’t that suicide?

A distance of a dozen meters, a world champion sprinter would take less than two seconds, and Bi Fang only needed three!

“Bang!”

“Pfft!”

“Crack!”

A jet of blood grazed his cheek, splattering on the dark ground, sending a chill down Sap lying on the ground.

The Hunting Knife, gleaming with a dark sheen, stabbed lightning-fast into the neck of Third Brother as he fell backward, and Bi Fang’s long and powerful left arm wrapped around Third Brother’s neck, pulling back swiftly!

The dropped rifle clattered to the ground, and yellow, blood-stained bullets tumbled across the dusty, muddy ground.

The shotgun-hit robe flew six or seven meters away, and landed gracefully like a descending black hawk.

In the blink of an eye, Legoff was almost in a daze. What kind of person were they up against?

Until a loud roar!

“Nobody move!”

Legoff instinctively drew his pistol and pointed it forward.

“I said, don’t move!!”

Bi Fang tightened his left hand a bit more, the tremendous force causing Third Brother’s eyes to roll back as blood gushed out from the handle of the Hunting Knife, his face turning pale rapidly, and he teetered on the verge of shock.

“I said don’t move, damn it, or this man is as good as dead!”

Looking at the middle-aged man pointing his gun, Bi Fang bellowed, and with one kick landed on Sap’s face, Sap’s neck nearly separating from his body.