"Don’t... don’t kill me, Boss, I am your most loyal follower," you can’t just abandon me after crossing the bridge... " In the depths of the mountain, a young man with blond hair kneeled in front of a tall and sturdy teenager, accusing him through tears and snot. Not far behind him stood a slim and short teenager, who glanced at Yellow Hair with contempt, "Pathetic..." Turning his gaze back to the teenager, his eyes showed admiration mixed with a complexity he wasn’t even aware of. The teenager, dressed in camouflage with a cape of leaves on his back, stood tall and straight, clean to an incredible degree compared to others covered in dirt and grime—like he hadn’t been romping through the mountains for a month but had just come out of a bath, not a speck of filth to be seen. Seeing his face only made one marvel at the wonder and injustice of creation, those brows and nose crafted as if by the careful hand of Heaven itself, with sharp, piercing eyes and a thin, tightly pursed mouth, his cold and stern demeanor sent chills down one’s spine. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ ɴovelfire.net The gun in the teenager’s hand was aimed at the other’s head, chambering a round slowly, his gaze icy. "Do I do it, or will you do it yourself?" there was clearly no room for negotiation. Yellow Hair’s face fell, and just as he was about to clutch at the other’s thigh, he was kicked by the teenager’s long leg, rolling on the spot. The competition was drawing to a close; out of over a hundred participants, only three remained alive, the others all eliminated. The trio teamed up to fight the BOSS, each with their own duties, however, this was not a team competition, in the end, they would face a harsh reality. Yellow Hair couldn’t accept it. It was the end, and defeating him meant victory. Giving up now was for cowards. How could he know the outcome if he didn’t fight for it? Grinding his teeth secretly, he suddenly kicked out, the force of his foot fierce, filled with murderous intent. He struck unawares, aiming to catch his opponent off guard—that was his only chance at winning. Who could have known that the teenager would react so quickly, trapping the oncoming leg with his long leg. "Ah..." He screamed in agony, his mouth wide enough to fit an egg. As the teenager pressed down with his leg, Yellow Hair’s hamstrings were nearly snapping as he shrieked, "I give up, I give up..." The teenager slowly withdrew his leg, and Yellow Hair collapsed to the ground, "Convinced in heart and speech." He pulled out his pistol from his waist, aimed it at his own head, and looked up at the teenager standing opposite, "Before I die, could you grant me one request? " The teenager raised an eyebrow. "After the competition ends, take me on as your underling. I’ll handle all tasks like serving tea and pouring water." The teenager snorted coldly, his gaze disdainful. "Me too, me too," Xiao He shouted as he ran to Yellow Hair’s side, looking pitifully at the teenager, "I beg for your protection." Xiao He had a delicate appearance, easily mistaken for a girl at first glance. His pitiful expression was quite captivating, but despite his feminine looks, he was decisive in action, his willpower stronger than most boys’. Otherwise, even with the protection of two people, he would never have made it this far. Yellow Hair put his arm around Xiao He’s shoulder, Xiao He glanced at the rough hand on his shoulder, a flicker in his eyes. "We’ve been through life and death together. Can you deny us such a simple request? Do you want us to die with our eyes open?" Yellow Hair said with a mournful face. Xiao He nodded eagerly, his gaze filled with hope. The teenager lifted his pistol, aimed it at Yellow Hair’s head, tilted his chin upward, and his eyes were full of arrogance, like a sovereign. "I don’t have the patience to play with you. Reincarnate into a better life next time." "Bang!" Two gunshots rang out in quick succession, and both men were hit, colorful smoke rising from their bodies as they exchanged a look of despair. Suddenly, the sound of roaring engines came from the sky, growing louder and faster as it approached. All three looked up to see a helicopter flying in their direction. The helicopter hovered above them, its cabin door wide open, and a ladder dropped down. A fully armed soldier appeared at the door and gestured to the three men. Yan Song glanced at the two men. Yellow Hair grunted, scrambled to his feet, and climbed up in no time. Xiao He looked at the teenager once more, pursed his lips, and climbed up the ladder using hands and feet. The helicopter hovered a few meters above the ground, its body swaying, causing the ladder to swing. Xiao He failed to hold on tight and was about to fall off. The teenager was the closest to her—surely he wouldn’t stand by and watch her die... In that instant, a flicker of hope suddenly rose in her heart.