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Chapter 362: Chapter 360: Can’t Grasp

The audience found it somewhat unbelievable to see the elderly man with white hair and a full beard on screen. Was this Bandit Gang really that indiscriminate in who they abducted?

Children, young people, middle-aged folk, men, and women all had their uses, but what was the deal with capturing an old man? Was he just there to mooch off free meals?

[I get it.]

[You get it again?]

[What do you get?]

[All I can say is those who get it, get it, and those who don’t, I can’t explain too much. I’ve seen this kind of thing a lot. I just want to say, those who understand, understand; those who don’t, I won’t explain further. After all, it’s enough if you know for yourself. Savor the nuances.]

[Could it be someone in the Bandit Gangs has a particularly peculiar taste? (Dog’s head)]

[Your logic is compelling and convincing.]

[Man, are they really so undiscerning in their hunger?]

It must be said, netizens really are a group that can crack jokes at any time.

Bi Fang was obviously not concerned with these comments. By just observing that only Old Fang questioned him, he understood that this guy was no ordinary man. After Old Fang spoke, no one else asked any more questions, which at least showed that Bi Fang could command their respect.

This was a good sign. There was already a leader in place. If he could just deal with the leader, everything else would be much easier to resolve. This approach was far simpler than if Bi Fang had appeared out of nowhere and then tried to organize everyone to follow him.

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Realizing this, Bi Fang approached Old Fang, reached out to grab the bars of the cage, and began to look for a way to open it, while explaining, “I’m here to rescue you.”

“Really?”

“Are you here to save us?”

“Has our country finally remembered us?”

“Wuwuwu, this is great, we’re finally being saved.”

“Finally, finally… hahaha.”

When they heard Bi Fang’s answer, all the people held captive there were moved to tears. Their tear ducts, which had dried up from excessive weeping, seemed to regain life, and tears fell one by one onto the dusty ground, rolling into beads.

They didn’t know how long they had been confined here. Often, men or women were dragged out, only to be brought back half-dead. Or perhaps this unending darkness only took a few days to drive someone to nervous exhaustion. Now, learning that they were finally going to be rescued, everyone was tearfully howling with excitement.

However, as soon as this man saw someone howling, he immediately shouted for silence, his voice distorted with a hoarse cry.

“Quiet, everyone quiet! Do you want to die?”

Even Old Fang realized something was wrong and quickly signaled everybody to be silent. But it was not easy to calm the surging emotions all at once, and for a while, the warehouse was filled with crying and laughter.

Seeing this, Bi Fang cursed quietly to himself, scanned the surroundings, and quickly found a dark corner to hide in. Moments later, the warehouse door busted open with a bang.

The already agitated guard cursed loudly without even looking and fired a shot diagonally upwards: “What’s all the noise? The first one to make noise will be the first to go!”

The sound of the gunshot was more than ten times more effective than any command to stop. Almost instantly, the shouting in the warehouse ceased.

The beam of the flashlight swept around the warehouse. Bi Fang, nestled between gaps of two cages, minimized his exposure by shrinking his body. Fortunately, Old Fang, and the others inside the cage were not fools. They pulled several people closer, moving their bodies to block Bi Fang from view. When the beam swept over, it found nothing out of the ordinary.

The guard, confirming that nothing was amiss, grunted coldly. These people had cried and made a fuss when they were first brought in, but in less than a day, they had almost all quieted down.

Now, fearing that they knew they were being sent away the next morning, they had started crying again. The recent explosion might have also sparked forbidden thoughts in them. After one more warning shot, the guard closed the large door again.

The warehouse plunged into darkness, and from the silence, sporadic low sobs could be heard. Soon, the faint LED lights flickered on once more.

“Whew.”

Bi Fang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He was so close to being discovered just now, if not for his quick reaction, he would have been spotted for sure, trapped in the middle of the warehouse with no way to fly away.

Looking at the several people quietly weeping, he offered a few helpless words of comfort.

Seeing this, the old man in the cage asked, “Are you really here to rescue us?”

“Why would I lie to you?”

Bi Fang examined the iron cage in front of him, finding it not too difficult to open, and wondered where the Bandit Gangs had gotten so many cages from—a breeding farm, perhaps?

The old man perked up immediately upon confirmation: “How many of you are there? The explosion just now was your doing, wasn’t it? Did the military come? No, no, that can’t be right, if it were the military, they (the Bandit Gangs) would have fled by now. Not many people? Is it a small team? There are at least a dozen guards outside, and the entire Bandit Gang has around fifty members. Isn’t a small team a bit risky? You might have plenty of gunpowder, but it won’t stand up to their numbers. I suggest that you first…”

The old man rambled on, clearly an experienced man, doling out analysis after analysis, even offering advice, but before he could finish, the man in front of him waved his hand to interrupt him as he pulled wire cutters from the bag and said.

“What small team, there’s just two of us.”

“Then just take them and… uh, uh-uh.” The old man, caught up in his excitement, suddenly choked up, almost unable to believe his ears, and after clearing them out, he whispered incredulously, “Two of you?”

“Two.”

Seeing that the other party seemed somewhat unreliable, Bi Fang added, “To be exact, there’s actually only one of us who can move, the other one, aside from providing information, is pretty much like you guys, and might already be keeping you company right now.”

[Matthew’s reputation has taken a hit]

[Matthew: That’s right, I’m just a giveaway with the phone bill]

[The one leading the way is none other than my cameraman, Matthew!]

[How can you say that? Matthew is Old Fang’s biggest fan, chasing stars all the way to the battlefield. Without him, how could we capture Master Fang’s valiant image? He’s the soul of the team.]

[A fan with a camera is not a good journalist.]

The old man seemed reluctant to believe: “The explosion just now?”

“You could think of it as us blowing up a septic tank, but it was actually an explosion of gases like methane and hydrogen sulfide. I was just responsible for lighting a fire.”

With the wire cut, Bi Fang put on gloves, grabbed the wire mesh, and tore it fiercely to make a large hole.

The audience was puzzled, if it could be torn open so easily, how were these people confined in the first place?

“Wire mesh can only be torn this way if there’s already a hole. It’s like the snack packages we eat, which always have a small notch or serrated pattern to make it easy to tear open. Otherwise, it’s very difficult to tear. And it’s not just these cages that kept them confined, the people outside are the key.”

While explaining, Bi Fang had already torn a hole in the cage large enough for an adult to pass through.

Although it was odd that Bi Fang specifically took the time to explain this, the old man didn’t care about it at the moment, what he cared about more was whether the other party could truly get them out?

If they failed halfway, their fate could end up worse than before.

Thinking this, the old man grabbed Bi Fang’s wrist and asked seriously, “What exactly is your plan for rescuing us?”

Bi Fang was momentarily taken aback, then looked around and saw that many didn’t dare meet his gaze, and suddenly understood.

Human nature is unpredictable, and if he can’t articulate a rescue plan now, these people might betray him before he could even begin the rescue.

Strictly speaking, this isn’t malice, all living beings have the instinct to preserve themselves.

If Bi Fang’s appearance was like a hero descending from the heavens, filling all the captives with immense relief, when they learned that there were only two rescuers, that relief turned back into despair.

If they failed to escape or didn’t get away successfully, their fate would be worse than if they had never attempted to escape.