Chapter 218: Chapter 215: Spare Me, Hero (Vote for me monthly)

But following in the direction of Bi Fang’s escape, the three of them searched for quite some time without finding anyone, and even the crew couldn’t switch to Bi Fang’s footage at this moment.

If it weren’t for the last shot capturing where Bi Fang went, the audience would’ve really believed that Old Fang had already left the building.

Inside the live broadcasting room, the audience erupted in astonishment.

[Damn, can you really crawl through air ducts?]

[I always thought it was fake in movies]

[Pretty badass!]

Indeed, Bi Fang had crawled into an air duct!

The trio gathered together, covering all directions, and their movements were extraordinarily cautious; they even tested the waters when turning a corner, which really didn’t give him many opportunities to attack. No matter from which side he would launch a surprise attack, he would be quickly discovered, and then the other two would initiate their attack.

If he wanted to approach silently, he would have to choose the blind spots in their vision, from above or below.

He couldn’t tunnel underground, but he could opt to strike from above!

Bi Fang had carefully observed the floor plan; the air ducts spread in all directions, and as long as he could seize the opportunity, along with a little bit of luck, his plan could succeed.

As soon as he entered the duct, Bi Fang felt very uncomfortable, with water stains everywhere, and all of it was cold water.

The difference between movies and reality was quite significant. In reality, few air ducts can accommodate the size of an adult. Such places are mostly air shafts.

Even large hotels wouldn’t be equipped with such exaggerated air ducts, but there are a few exceptions, such as banquet halls over 200 square meters or certain areas that require large-scale dehumidifying, like hot spring resorts.

Coincidentally, the location where Bi Fang was met both of these conditions.

But as soon as Bi Fang entered, he realized something was wrong—the steel plate was too thin!

The air ducts were made of galvanized steel with a thickness of about 3mm, and Bi Fang’s physique, weighing over 78kg, questioned whether it could bear his weight. Even the sound he made while crawling was quite loud.

Fortunately, because the air ducts often got wet, there wasn’t much dust inside, only some mold at the corners, and possibly some small insects.

“Damn it, movies are such a damn lie.”

With no other choice, Bi Fang could only inch along cautiously, sliding through the duct while trying to spread out his body as much as possible to avoid putting too much pressure on the duct. When he reached the first vent, he didn’t dare to move, realizing that the steel beneath him was slightly deformed.

He couldn’t crawl any further, as Bi Fang worried that he might fall through before reaching the position he desired.

So he decided to unscrew the vent, opened it up, and waited quietly for the trio to arrive.

The wait lasted over ten minutes. The deformation of the steel plate beneath Bi Fang grew more severe, and he thought about retreating. However, to his fortune, the trio actually came.

Looking down through the grate, Bi Fang watched as the trio slowly approached. He glanced at their direction of movement, which was a bit off. Even at their closest point, there was still a gap of over a meter.

It all depended on who reacted faster.

[Damn, why does this feel like watching a horror movie? Something jumps out and scares you suddenly]

[Why hasn’t Old Fang come out yet? How can he hide?]

[I seriously suspect that Old Fang has already left]

Not just the audience, even the trio began to doubt that their target might have snuck away, but since the director hadn’t informed them, they had no choice but to bravely keep searching.

The trio had no idea that not far from them, a vent was quietly being moved.

“Let’s go, let’s check over there,” Boss indicated a direction, and just as the three took a few steps, a sudden sound of metal echoed from above!

Boss was stunned, his scalp tingling as if a million tiny insects were crawling over it.

He shivered and instinctively looked up towards the air vent—no air vent was there, just a face!

Bi Fang descended from above!

Second Brother and Fourth Brother quickly raised their guns, but it was already too late. Those two steps Boss took had directly positioned Bi Fang to land amidst the trio!

Fuck!

The audience was all shocked; they hadn’t expected Bi Fang to break the deadlock in such a manner!

Instantly, the four men became entangled in a scramble. Amidst the chaos, as Second Brother’s gun muzzle was raised in the air, Bi Fang was already chest-to-chest with him, grabbing Second Brother’s right hand, and with a reverse shot hit Fourth Brother, who was just about to get up, and then, with his arm around Second Brother’s neck, he shielded himself from Second Brother’s anesthetic darts using Fourth Brother.

“F**k!”

Shot Fourth Brother couldn’t believe it, but soon found himself twirling around as if weightless, only to be violently flung away at the last moment. The rotational force projected Fourth Brother out, and then Bi Fang pounced on Second Brother, who was starting to feel woozy.

In the blink of an eye, Bi Fang had dealt with two men, leaving only the last, Boss.

The audience didn’t see much of a surprise or it was as they expected. If it had been three special forces operatives, perhaps not the most elite but still capable, they might have been able to wrestle with Bi Fang. But there was still a sense of unwillingness as the result unfolded.

The situation developed too quickly. Just as Boss was taking aim, Bi Fang had taken Second Brother hostage for cover, making it difficult for him to get a clear shot. By the time he found an opportunity,

Bi Fang had already charged over!

The distance was too close, and since Boss was using a rifle, Bi Fang closed the gap in one leap, grabbing the barrel with his bare hands and lifting it upwards.

At that moment, darkness fell before Boss’s eyes.

It’s over, there goes the paycheck.

He didn’t even bother to struggle; he just raised his hands to show he posed no threat: “I surrender, please treat the prisoner well!”

Just as Bi Fang was about to take action, he froze. What was happening?

He raised an eyebrow: “Not going to put up a fight?”

“No need, I can’t beat you.”

Bi Fang was dumbfounded, scratching his eyebrow. Why did it feel like there was no sense of achievement after winning? Who was capturing whom?

Yet, he didn’t release his grip but continued to hold Boss hostage: “Are you arranged by the show’s crew?”

“Yes.”

“And your objective?”

“To kidnap you, then air-drop you into the sea.”

“What to do in the current situation?”

“To tell you the truth and then hope you’ll cooperate with our kidnapping.”

Bi Fang, completely baffled, was this how laid-back it was supposed to be?

Seeing that Bi Fang was flustered, Boss spoke softly, “Can we discuss something?”

“Speak!”

“Pretend that we’ve captured you, then we split the money with you. That way, we can still earn a bit, maybe even 1.5 times our usual pay!”

“Is that even possible?”

“I think it is. What do you say?”

Bi Fang really didn’t know what to say, but just as he was about to refuse the offer, he felt a numbness in his waist; something had struck him.

An anesthetic dart was embedded in his waist; Bi Fang pulled out the dart and then looked back at Second Brother.

Second Brother chuckled, then fell into complete unconsciousness, the dart gun dropping beside him.

“Haha, you’ve been fooled.”

Boss laughed triumphantly, this was their Plan B!

The anesthetic didn’t take effect immediately. Before passing out, they still possessed some ability to act, and this window was enough time for them to reload. The only downside was that the target had to be close, otherwise, the drug would greatly affect stability—any farther, and the accuracy would suffer.

If they couldn’t win head-on, then they’d feign weakness to the enemy. When the enemy thought he was sure to win, the remaining two would launch a surprise strike.

No matter how formidable Bi Fang was, he was still human and bound to have emotional fluctuations.

As Sun Zi said, this is known as creating a diversion!

Boss tried to pry Bi Fang’s grip loose but couldn’t budge it and resolved to wait for the drug to take its course: “I didn’t realize you could hold out so well, but this fast-acting agent will have you feeling numbness over your entire body in mere seconds. Then you’ll release your grip on your own… see, there it is.”

As he prised Bi Fang’s hand open, Boss turned to look at him but found that he was standing tall and straight:

“Don’t act tough now, you’re…”

Boss froze.

Bi Fang lifted his shirt to reveal a thickly wrapped scarf. He had wrapped several layers of towels around his torso beforehand to muffle any noise while crawling through ventilation ducts—three layers inside and out.

“You were saying… what about now?”

Boss collapsed to his knees with a thud, covering his head and crying out.

“Mercy, noble sir, have mercy!”