u wish... Your Majesty."His eyes darkened, and his attitude towards me was very displeased.Let them be dissatisfied, I'm just a tool now. There's no way he can kill meBefore that, he had gone to so mu...The words of this hulking man revealed too much information. These people hiding in the shadows and engaging in nefarious activities were utterly brazen. They seemed to lack any sense of justice, likely wanting to hand me over to that "official" as a plaything in exchange for the fastest clearance.

What can I do

The car door is locked now, and I can't jump out of the car to escape.

If those scoundrels sexually harass me, I will definitely fight back with my life. I will resist to the end, no matter if I can escape or not!

I am flustered here, the young man beside me who has been pretending to be dead all this time turns his face from the shadows and glances at me with slightly narrowed eyes.

It was the darkest hour before dawn, his face and eyes hidden in deep shadow, but in that one look I felt it.

Is he communicating with me

I couldn't help but turn my head to look at him. He was sprawled across the other half of the backseat window, his chains and the car door rattling with every bump.

This sound was rather eerie in the desolate silence of the wilderness.

The used pickup truck only had its headlights on, and occasionally a road sign would reflect in the dim light, the reflection flashing past his eyes.

He was looking at me.

Maybe he saw this as a chance to escape.

The black triad boss who was driving had a gun, we definitely can't run around recklessly. It seems like our chance to escape will be when we pass the border checkpoint.

I waited anxiously for that moment to arrive. Before dawn, I saw a very rudimentary border crossing.

Although rudimentary, trenches were built on both sides using sandbags, and…and they were even holding guns

No wonder this triad boss and burly men dared not barge in. If they came forcefully, their car might get riddled with bullets.

A burly man got out of the car, holding his hands up and speaking in the local dialect as he walked over. The gangster at the wheel turned to me with a sinister smile and said, "Little girl, for your own safety, be smart about this, you hear You wouldn't want to die, right These people all carry guns, you know. Resisting them could cost you your life…"

Bah, if I don't resist you expect me to cooperate!

I was extremely nervous. The burly man said a few words to the thin, shifty-eyed man and pointed at the car. The small man grinned wickedly and nodded, indicating that we should pull over.

This checkpoint is very rudimentary, next to a grassy slope wasteland. The big burly man walked back and said to the black triad boss in the driver's seat: "Let's get out of the car and give the officer some space, it'll be over in ten or twenty minutes! Leave this little girl in the car!"

What!

I almost jumped up, but my cellmate, the oddball, jabbed me in the back with his elbow.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at me, as if giving me a chance—me In this situation where I'm barely holding on myself, how could I possibly seize an opportunity!

Soon, he was carried out of the car by the mob boss and burly men. I was left alone in the car.

The headlights went out, and a piercing mountain wind whistled through the car windows. Everything around was desolate; weeds grew as tall as people, leaving me with nothing but the distant glow of a few lights from the border checkpoint on the road.

Whispers and shuffling footsteps surrounded me. A thin, dark man suddenly opened the back car door, causing me to cry out in surprise.

He grinned and babbled a few unintelligible words, so I kicked him in the face.

This man was prepared. He ducked my attack, grabbed my ankle and pulled hard. I ended up sprawled across the back seat, legs spread open, feeling incredibly awkward.

He barked at me a few times, as if telling me to shut up.

I cried out of desperation, what can I do

His claws shot straight towards my chest—

"Ahhh...#$%&@#!” He suddenly flinched his hand back like lightning and snarled at me ferociously.

What's wrong with me

I clutched at the ripped collar of my shirt, shaken. I watched as his expression twisted from anger to something... else.

What's wrong This is…

I was stunned for a long time, his voice grew increasingly hoarse, and finally came to an abrupt halt.

A jet of black blood suddenly spurted from his mouth, splashing onto my trousers. He gaped at me with a fish-like expression, spitting out bloody froth.

What the heck...

I pressed my back against the car door, watching him scramble onto the back seat. Before he could reach me, he started foaming at the mouth, convulsing like someone having a seizure.

This car shouldn't have any poisonous gas, right All four windows were open halfway the whole way, and the moving air would have long since diluted the poison in the strange man's breath. Plus, that strange man said my blood could cure poison, and he felt much better after drinking it.

Did this corrupt official get sick himself I saw that the car door behind him hadn't even been closed yet. I kicked him hard in the face, and he collapsed backward, falling out of the car.

I clutched my collar and slammed the car door shut, not daring to look back.

"Whew..." The surroundings were eerily silent. There were no lights, no people, only the cold mountain wind blowing into the car, making me shiver all over.

I curled up on the back seat, hugging my knees to my chest, tears welling in my eyes.

If I dodged this one, what would happen when he suddenly jumped up How could I dodge then

Let's get out of here before anyone notices, shall we

I took a deep breath and pushed open the car door on my side.

As soon as he landed, two sounds of "biu, biu!" came from a distance. The sound wasn't loud or soft, and was scattered in the night by the mountain wind.

I stood frozen in place—was that a gunshot Wasn't that the sound of a silencer-equipped gun in a cop movie

That weirdo wanted to run away, and got shot by the mob boss!

When that thought popped into my head, I felt a chill run down my spine — a complete sense of despair and helplessness that's impossible to describe.

Dangerious places, dangerous people, the underworld, shootings, weirdos...

I really don't know how to live and escape back home.

The weeds, almost as tall as a person, in front of me suddenly moved. I was so scared that I pressed against the car and ran to the other side. The lewd officer who had suddenly vomited blood, convulsed, and fainted was still lying outside the car, crushing a pile of weeds and burying most of his body.

After passing the racks behind the cars, I cautiously peered into the bushes where the sound was coming from.

The grass still rustled slightly, as if something was approaching the car. A sudden chill wind blew against my back, sending shivers down my spine!

Looking back, the official with a chin covered in black blood suddenly stood up straight!

He gaped with his mouth wide open, his eyes rolled back in his head, his whole face contorted with a vacant expression. I was so terrified that I fell flat on my butt.

"Hee hee...hee hee..."

What kind of strange noise is that

I turned my head and looked around. From the gaps in the tire, I saw a dilapidated, rotting human leg...

"——！！Sobbing……!" I was about to shout, suddenly a pair of bloody hands reached out from behind me unknown and unseen.

One hand covered my mouth, and the other, holding a gun, pressed against my cheek.

The smell of blood is all too familiar to me...

He's that young freak! He still has his chains on, how did he escape!

His hushed voice rang in my ear: “... Tell me, little girl, what’s your story Depending on your answer, I decide whether to kill you or take you with me.”ies, with the air of a melancholic artist. He spoke slowly: "How can one live without getting drunk and dreaming of death How can I face this —"Before he could finish his words, he saw "Little Three"...