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Moyao was carrying Mo Xiaobai, Wushuang was so furious that he was in a daze. Currently, they were in the tropical rainforest and couldn’t do anything. Fengyun found a place to sit down; nobody spoke as everyone sat there. Mo Xiaobai seemed cold and kept shivering; Moyao took off his coat and draped it over him. Yun went to find water nearby and brought some back for Mo Xiaobai to drink. Wushuang cleaned the wounds and redressed them.

"Boss, I fear that the wound on your thigh has become infected," Wushuang said solemnly. Moyao lowered his head and looked at it; it was horrifyingly bad—definitely infected. Moyao had brought a lot of medicine with him. Wushuang and Yun dealt with the wound briefly. Wushuang dug out the rotten flesh from Mo Xiaobai’s thigh. Moyao had anticipated that some wounds would become infected after being tortured for half a month, so he had brought plenty of anti-inflammatory drugs. However, even if they gave him an injection, Wushuang thought it might not have much effect.

Their only option was to leave as soon as possible; otherwise, the infection would worsen and Mo Xiaobai wouldn’t be able to retain his leg. If that happened, he would need to get a leg amputation. Mo Xiaobai woke up from the pain and bit Moyao’s shoulder. Wushuang had given him anesthetic, but it didn’t seem to have much of an effect. Nobody was trained in wilderness first aid, so they were reluctant to use too much medicine.

Seeing how distressed he looked, Moyao said solemnly, "How about giving him two doses of morphine"

"Two doses of what"

"Morphine!" Moyao said. Wushuang glanced at Moyao; Yun said, "Boss is right. Give him some morphine. He already has a drug addiction anyway, so an extra dose won’t make much difference. At least it will take away his pain."

Wushuang didn’t hesitate and gave Mo Xiaobai two doses of morphine. After disinfecting the wound again and redressing it, he said, "We need to leave as soon as possible."

Mo Xiaobai fell unconscious again; it seemed that he had fallen asleep. Wushuang injected him with nutrients, but he didn’t wake up at all. Moyao picked him up, and the group headed deeper into the forest.

Half an hour later, they heard fighter jets flying above them. The sound was very close—it seemed to be right over their heads. They all lay behind a rock motionless as several fighter jets flew past the trees overhead.

Wushuang checked the navigation system; Yun joked, "Can we even get signal in this place"

They had received messages while on the helicopter and when they landed at first. However, the signal gradually disappeared as they walked further into the rainforest.

"We can’t!"

"Then why are you checking it

"Look at you being shortsighted. Back when I trained here, I drew a map that is still saved somewhere. As long as there's electricity, we'll be fine." Wushuang opened his tablet computer; the signal was gone, and no matter how advanced the satellites were, they couldn't cover this area. Their communication had been cut off, so Mocheng could only track their location through the chips implanted in them.

After walking for more than two hours, they reached a place that Wushuang felt was very safe. Yun opened up sleeping bags; they must rest overnight or else they would be done for tomorrow...

This accursed place demanded that one conserve energy.

There were only two sleeping bags, so if it were any other day the three men would share one and the two women would share the other. Now, however, Yun and Wind shared a bag while Moyao and Little White shared another.

Wushuang’s mouth was as dry as ever; after an hour of sleep, he asked Yun if she wanted to eat some wild game, and Yun agreed readily. The two women left Wind behind and went hunting together. Moyao wanted to remind them to be careful but thought it unnecessary.

Wushuang’s familiarity with the terrain was even better than his, so reminding them would just be superfluous.

In the sleeping bag, there was no light.

Wushuang and Yun washed Moyao and Little White up quickly; he looked much cleaner. With night-vision goggles, Moyao also saw how emaciated Little White had become—drugs and torture had altered him entirely. When Little White was angry, his favorite expression was to pout, but now he looked malnourished and pitiful. Seeing this made Moyao heartbroken.

"Hold on for two days; in just two days we'll be home." Moyao whispered softly into Little White’s ear. Sleeping Little White seemed very well-behaved, lying quietly there. Moyao kissed him gently on his lips, tenderly.

Once certain matters were resolved, it was as if a person long confined had suddenly found release from their mental shackles; now he just wanted to hold Little White close and kiss and embrace him, shielding him forevermore from the storms outside.

He knew that Little White wasn’t so fragile—Little White was very strong. Still, he couldn't help but want to protect him.

All along this journey, he had worried about his injuries and thought much on many things; now he had figured out a lot. Moyao and Little White were inseparable, even if Little White didn’t believe it himself, Moyao was stubborn in his belief. He would just continue to protect his treasure for the rest of his life.

Even if he married or started a family or had children, as long as Little White could be happy, he would be willing to watch over him forevermore.

Vaguely aware that after this incident, Xiaobai would be different, Moyao still yearned for him to return to his former self. If he insisted on getting married, Moyao would personally escort Ji Bing to marry him...

If it was within his power and desire, he would do anything.

Wu Shuang and Yun returned after an hour; they were used to living off the land and could find joy in hardship. Wu Shuang and Yun caught two rabbits, a chicken, and three large snakes. With water nearby, everyone quickly cleaned the game and started a fire.

Tropical rainforests in this area prohibited open flames due to their dryness and flammability. The dense vegetation made it crucial for them to be cautious, so they kept the fire small. Soon enough, the water boiled, and they roasted snake meat with some mushrooms on stones, while the rabbit and chicken were skewered over the fire. Moyao stuck his head out of the sleeping bag, and Yun asked, "Boss, are you craving something"

They hadn't eaten in a day, so Moyao said, "Find something to make a soup for Xiaobai."

"Where would we get a pot" Yun was somewhat troubled but the wilderness couldn’t deter them. Soon after, Wu Shuang and Yun actually found a small pot from the forest; occasionally hunters visited this area, so finding such items wasn't too difficult.

Wu Shuang believed that snake soup was nutritious, so she skillfully cut up an entire snake, discarding its head to boil. Yun said, "Uh... do you think Xiaobai will drink it"

"What's there to fear He’s not eating the meat," Wu Shuang replied, "It's just drinking soup."

Yun swallowed nervously; Moyan Bai would rather eat human flesh than snake meat. If pushed to his limits and with no other food available, he’d even cut off a piece of his leg rather than touch snake meat.

This was his nightmare.

Moyan Bai woke up at the right moment; Wu Shuang handed the soup to Moyao, asking him to feed it to Xiaobai. Feng said, "Too cruel, he bet he knows what that is."

"Xiaobai would be lucky recognizing Boss, let alone knowing what he’s eating," Wu Shuang firmly stated. Xiaobai woke up in a daze; Moyao held him out and let him rest against his chest while he spooned the snake soup into his mouth one by one. With eyes barely open, Xiaobai unconsciously drank it. After two sips, he turned away from the bowl. Moyao frowned, if Xiaobai disliked it, they'd stop.

Xiaobai slightly opened his eyes; during this period, his eyes often widened to their limit as he practically buried his head in the soup. Moyao said, "Chicken soup."

Moxiao looked up at Moyo for a moment, then leaned back again. Moyo resumed feeding him, and Wushuang was speechless—boss, the snake soup and chicken soup must taste quite different, right Even though Xiaobai was on his deathbed, he could still tell the difference in taste. This is unexpected. But after boss mentioned chicken soup, Xiaobai obediently drank it again. Really... so well-behaved.

Moxiao finished drinking the soup with his eyes closed. His cold body gradually warmed up. Wushuang brought another bowl over, and Moyo started feeding him again. As she ate roasted chicken, Wushuang watched her computer. Fēngyún thought that she was looking at a map and came closer to take a look. But Wushuang fiddled with her computer and told them rather dejectedly that sometimes there was signal and sometimes not—it wasn’t fully covered in signal or completely devoid of it either, which was very peculiar.

"This cell phone is from the first terrorist organization’s product line, right"

"Yeah, I tricked them into giving me one when I went to London," said Wushuang. "Is there a difference"

“I heard that they updated something which might be related, mine is completely without signal,” Yun said. “Wind’s isn’t picking up any signal either—only Wushuang has it sometimes and doesn’t other times. Anyway, as long as Mochen can locate us.”

Wushuang copied the map to give them so they could study it. She had something else to attend to; considering Moxiao’s condition, she needed to examine the environment in this tropical rainforest and combine Fēngyún’s map to analyze a route that was both safest and fastest—otherwise Xiaobai couldn’t keep up.

Moxiao drank two bowls of soup before Moyo carried him off to sleep. He behaved like a doll, being pampered as he ate and slept, with no need to worry about anything else. Moyo asked, “Has Mochen found out what that thing is”

“If they can’t figure it out, they won’t be able to send us the info either—the deeper we go into the forest, the less signal there will be. There was a moment of signal just now, but even if information could have been transmitted, it wouldn’t have come through,” said Wushuang as she brought over that box. “In any case, whatever’s in this isn’t good—Xiaobai’s reaction clearly indicates it is drugs.”

“Nerve-type drugs,” Wind added. “This type of drug is the most terrifying because you don’t know what problems they could cause.”

Moyo, on the other hand, was worried that it wasn’t just drugs.

It would be fine if it were just drugs; but he hoped that there wouldn’t be anything more frightening. If it were only drugs, then getting Xiaobai off them should solve the problem—his body is strong enough to do so once he recovers, but seeing his current state, it didn’t seem like a simple drug addiction.

Wushuang said, “Worrying won’t help. We’ll keep this box safe just in case Xiaobai goes into a frenzy—this will at least calm him down. With such high purity and having been injected for so many days now, he’s probably already addicted; it doesn’t matter whether we wait two more days.”

Moyo nodded and took a few syringes with them just in case—their boss always planned ahead.e flashbulbs kept flashing non-stop; every award ceremony was like a special beauty pageant. Wenran felt that being an actress was quite demanding, as Tang Shuweng had been wearing a fur coat in the c...