Tomb Raiding: My Family's Last Clan Chief is Little Brother

Suddenly, a group of people dressed in identical black training uniforms and wearing different fox masks appeared in front of and behind the fat man.

They stood or sat, their eyes behind their masks all coldly fixed on the fat man.

"Wang Yueban?"

A slightly surprised voice came from behind.

When his name was suddenly called out, the fat man's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

Following the sound, his gaze passed over the crowd.

When he saw the bronze mask, which gleamed with an eerie, ghostly light in the firelight, his pupils contracted sharply, and a chill ran down his spine.

That was something he recognized very well... a bronze fox mask!
He had seen such strangely shaped masks more than once, on the face of the blue-eyed fox corpse in the Lu Palace, and on the fox mask belonging to Wang Chan in the hand of the wooden fish.

The identities of the group of people in front of us are obvious.

They are members of the Wang family.

"What do you call this? 'Searching high and low without finding it, then finding it effortlessly.'" The bronze fox-masked man at the head pushed his men aside and stepped forward, staring at the fat man as if he were looking at prey in a net, a smile of interest on his face.

A dozen or so silver fox-faced masks scattered like dandelions, then quickly returned a few minutes later, reporting in a low voice, "The person is not nearby."

The fat man overheard a few words and knew he was in trouble; these bastards were after his son, Tianzhen.

Fortunately, this place is quite far from the cave, and the cave entrance is hidden under a large vine, so it is not easy to find it in a short time.

But he couldn't guarantee that the Wang family would never find that place. He remembered Muyu saying that the Wang family had many tricks up their sleeves, especially skilled at training snakes. Using snakes to find people was twice as effective, and Tianzhen probably couldn't hide it.

The fat man felt increasingly uneasy. He had to find a way to stall for time, and ideally, lead these people somewhere else.

Seeing that his men's search yielded no results, Bronze Fox Mask didn't dwell on it. He waved his hand, signaling his men to leave, and turned to Fatty, asking directly, "Where is Wu Xie?"

The fat man let out a "yo" sound. Surrounded by such a group of skilled fighters, there was no way he could escape, so he simply laid his cards on the table, "Your fat grandpa is right here, standing here openly, what are you looking for, Wu Xie?"

"You've gone to great lengths to sneak in here, and all you're trying to figure out is this one thing. Someone come and loosen up my muscles and make me feel comfortable, and I'll mercifully tell you."

"How about it?" The fat man raised an eyebrow. "I'll think about it."

The bronze fox-faced man clearly understood the fat man's purpose in acting this way. He glanced at him with disdain, said no more, and waved two fingers of his right hand lightly, "Take him down!"

The fat man took off running.

Knowing that there is no way to escape and not resisting temporarily is different from completely surrendering.

Although it's of no use.

Several daggers, gleaming coldly, brushed past his body, and the fat man felt a chill behind his knees. His right leg went limp and he collapsed to his knees. He was then chased down from behind, kicked over, and had his neck and cheek pressed against the ground.

The whole process seemed long, but it was actually over in the blink of an eye. The fat man was knocked to the ground less than ten meters after running.

In the blink of an eye, two more people pounced on him, grabbed his arms, and casually plunged the dagger that hadn't yet flown out into the back of the fat man's hand.

The fat man shuddered, his hands convulsing uncontrollably as he was pressed down more and more roughly, his head pinned down by knees, his mouth and nose pressed against the ground, making it hard for him to breathe.

Unhurried footsteps approached and stopped beside the fat man's ear. The bronze fox-masked figure bent down and scrutinized the fat man's disheveled appearance, a pleased smile curving his lips beneath the mask. Just as he was about to speak, the fat man seized the opportunity and spat out a mouthful of dirt-filled saliva.

The smile on the bronze fox's face froze, and he stepped on the fat man's fingertips, grinding them down hard.

The fat man gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, but he stubbornly suppressed the pain in his throat, glaring fiercely at the bronze fox-faced man. "You sons of bitches, a bunch of hyenas who can't stand being seen, if you have the guts, kill me, or else... uh..."

The bronze fox-faced man subtly moved his ankle, unleashing a hidden force. The bones in his foot cracked with a snapping sound. "Otherwise? What can you do about it?"

"Once you fall into my hands, you won't have another chance."

"I hate people who don't know when to stop. It's okay if they're stubborn, I have plenty of ways to wear them down slowly."

After saying this, Bronze Fox straightened up, turned his neck, and ordered his subordinates, "Sever his hamstrings and drag him along. Follow the fork in the road he came from and release snakes to find him. Judging from the way this fatso has lost his armor, Wu Xie must be badly injured as well."

"Yes!" The fox-faced creatures, having received their mission, all sprang into action.

He grabbed one of the fat man's silver fox-faced masks, pulled out the dagger nailed to the ground, and made a cut on each side of the fat man's knee from behind his knee. Then he cut open the fat man's military boot, skillfully making a cut. Blood immediately spread out, soaking half of his trouser leg, but not much flowed out.

The fat man's eyes bulged in pain, his limbs twitched for a while, then quickly went limp, his gaze gradually becoming unfocused, and he mumbled something incoherently, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, but no one present paid any attention.

A golden fox-faced creature pulled a combination lock box from its equipment bag, opened it, and took out a red snake coiled up like a wrist.

The red snake remained motionless, but then the golden fox unbuttoned his sleeve, pulled out a knife, and sliced ​​it down like a banana peel. Deep red blood dripped onto the snake's head, and along the scales, the blood seemed to come alive.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that what was moving was not blood, but a red snake.

Like a living machine that has had its battery changed, the red snake suddenly sprang up and bit the golden fox's wrist.

The golden fox cried out in agony, its face visibly losing all color and turning pale, which quickly turned bluish-purple.

The surrounding fox-faced creatures were not surprised, but the only other golden fox-faced creature stepped forward and inserted a specially made needle into the jugular vein of the first golden fox-faced creature.

With a "thump," Number One Golden Fox Face finally collapsed to the ground.

Only then did the red snake release its grip, raising its upper body and flicking its tongue as if it were still not satisfied.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding silver foxes all took a step back in unison.

The second golden fox was somewhat moved, but not much.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, attracting the attention of the red snake. Then his finger bones clicked rhythmically, as if striking musical notes.

After being forcibly awakened from hibernation and enjoying a delicious meal, the red snake obligingly moved. It first swam around the fat man, flicking its tongue to gather enough information, before swimming deeper into the fork in the road.

The second golden fox mask spoke, and it was actually a woman's voice. She said, "The red snake has been discovered. We need to hurry and follow it."

After saying that, he took the lead and walked towards the fork in the road.

"Let's go." With a command from the bronze fox-faced man, all the members of the Wang family sprang into action.

With Fatty and the unconscious Golden Fox Mask in tow, the group entered the fork in the road in an orderly fashion. (End of Chapter)