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Jack's right. Whether we are looking for the lost Specimen or going to the opposite side of Dam, we will inevitably face Heimanluo. Now Heimanluo has expanded its patrol scope of the territory, and will even be held back by Piranha in Underground River for a while. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us. But "We can't go on our way for the time being. We can't go anywhere without filling our stomachs and drying our clothes. And our boat" I took a look at the Underground River, and it seemed that Fatty was lit up Flashlight , there was a light that flickered in and out. There was a boat there, but it quickly sank to the bottom after we got ashore. Shaking my head, I continued: "Without a boat, we can only walk to the end of the Underground River, and from there wade through the Flood Barrier to the lair of Heimanluo in the middle to retrieve the Specimen. The difficulty is much greater than expected. . Is it really important to retrieve Specimen? "The torch is very hot and you have to get very close to feel the warmth. In order not to waste heat, Jack and I baked our clothes on top of the torch, while the three of us huddled around the torch. ◆, the front of me is warm, but the back is still cold, and I am still shivering from the cold. But I wasn't the only one shivering. Jack shivered and nodded. "Yes, it's important. It has the potential to solve a mystery." I look at Tang Yumo. I found that she was not looking at me, and her eyelids were drooping, as if she was too sleepy to open her eyes. I patted her shoulder and handed her my toasted half-dried top. "Put on this one." I slapped him. Tang Yumo raised her head as if she had woken up from a dream, but her eyes were not focused. Although she was looking at me, her eyes were scattered. This is clearly a symptom of hypothermia.
I repeated what I had just said. Tang Yumo looked at me with some surprise, her gaze becoming a bit unfocused.
I pointed angrily at a stalactite in the distance. "Go change over there; continuing to wear those wet clothes will cost you your life."
Tang Yumo took my shirt and walked away. When she returned, she had a frown on her face again.
After Tang Yumo took my shirt, I quickly stripped off my pants to dry them by the fire. Jack put on the shirt and started drying his pants as well. If it weren't for Tang Yumo being here, we would have stripped completely; the cold, wet clothes could sap our body heat just as easily.
My shirt looked a bit like a robe on Tang Yumo. She sat down, wrapping her legs in it. Despite the fact that there were two half-naked men by the fire, Tang Yumo still mustered the courage to squeeze in with us. We had no choice in the matter.
We sat awkwardly for a while, each of us focused on drying our clothes and pants, the atmosphere feeling somewhat silent and oppressive.
"Come help!"
Suddenly, Fatty ’s voice called out from the edge of the Underground River.
I was the first to jump up. The atmosphere was too awkward; sitting by the fire without feeling warm was unbearable, especially since I was the only one without clothes on. It was better to move around a bit to warm up.
By the Underground River, Fatty was tugging on a rope in a tug-of-war with a large fish in the water. It seemed Fatty lacked experience; one end of the rope wasn't secured to the shore, and he was being pulled off balance by the fish, stumbling toward the riverbank.
I ran over and grabbed hold of the rope. Neither of us could overpower the fish; the rope shook violently in our hands. The opposing force came in waves, pulling both me and Fatty this way and that.
Jack ran over and wrapped the end of the rope around a stone pillar several times before finally freeing both me and Fatty.
"Damn it, what kind of fish is this? Almost dragged me into the river."
Jack shot a disdainful glance at Fatty. "With your IQ, I really can't tell if you're here to fish or just to feed the fish."
These two had never gotten along, but most of the time it was Fatty who stirred up trouble for no reason. This was the first time Jack had actively mocked Fatty. It seemed that his previous mistake had left him not only bearing the brunt of criticism but also simmering with anger.
"Are you looking for a fight, American Guy? I've knocked down more American Guys than I can count. I've been sick of you for a while now; today, I'll let you experience Brother Gang's methods."
Jack's eyes were also red. He tied a knot in the rope and spat out a curse. "I'll beat you up."
I almost laughed out loud at his words; it seemed his Chinese lessons from his teacher in Henan weren't very solid, and in such a short time, he had picked up Fatty's Beijing accent.
"Stop, stop, stop." I made a gesture to pause and stood between them.
"Qiangzi, step aside. Today I have to teach this American Guy a lesson; he's getting too cocky and needs to be put in his place."
"That's not fair," I shook my head.
"What’s unfair about it? It's a one-on-one fight. No need for your help."
"That’s still unfair. He has a gun, and what do you have?"
Jack was actually quite responsible. This time, when we fell into the water, we lost most of our things, but he hadn’t lost a single piece of his weaponry. I knew how heavy that backpack was; it was impressive he hadn’t let it sink. Just now, when I heard Fatty shout, Jack hadn’t brought his weapon backpack over, but that M16 rifle hadn’t left his side.
Fatty was taken aback. "What do you mean?"
"Here's the deal: to maintain fairness and justice, you two wait ten seconds before starting. I have a handgun by the torch; I'll get it for you. You both can duel a bit farther away. By the time you're done, there probably won't be much left of you anyway, so don't bother coming back. The bloodshed will be quite terrifying."
Upon hearing this, both of them stared at me wide-eyed. Fatty picked up the flashlight and turned it to the brightest setting, shining it in my face, clearly displeased.
Jack stared at me for a moment. "I'll let you go this time. If you make it out alive, we will definitely have a showdown."
What the hell? You should say that to Fatty. After Jack finished his sentence, he jumped into the water with his M16 rifle.
Tang Yumo didn't come over; she stayed by the torch, probably taking the opportunity to tidy up what we couldn't handle while we were here.
Once Jack was in the water, Fatty glared at me and asked, "What do you mean? Why can't I teach that guy a lesson? Don't tell me you two really have something going on."
"Damn." I didn't expect Fatty to bring that up again, so I spat in his face without holding back.
Wiping his face, Fatty muttered, "You're getting anxious. This isn't funny. You need to give me a reason why."
I glanced at Jack in the water and figured he wouldn't hear our conversation from this distance. Lowering my voice, I said, "That Long-Tailed Monster is pretty tough, right? The American Guy took one down barehanded. Do you think you're better than that thing?"
Fatty's eyes widened in disbelief. "Don't try to fool me; did he take down a cripple or someone who was already near death?"
"Do you really think I'd lie to you? Use your brain before talking to me."
Fatty actually thought about it for a moment.
"Am I about to unleash my ultimate move?"
A chill ran down my spine. It was cold, that was one thing, but I was practically bare-skinned. Then there was Fatty's ultimate move, which sent shivers through me. His big move was purely a reckless gamble that would leave both sides worse off, relying solely on his tough skin and resilience. He could beat others half to death, but he wouldn't come out unscathed either.
I thought for a moment. "Probably a draw."
Fatty chuckled. "Then there's still a chance to fight."
(To Be Continued...)
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