area51novel Chapter 218: 215: Spare Me, Hero (Vote for me monthly)
Chapter 218: 215: Spare Me, Hero (Vote for me monthly)
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
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!”