Chapter 271: Chapter 268 An unexpected incident


    Bonuo casually threw a hundred-Ugly Money bill on the counter and picked up a duckbill cap, intending to leave, but was unexpectedly stopped by the clerk’s outstretched hand.


    “Sir…”


    “No need for change.”


    Bonuo waved his hand, as he had more important matters to attend to, and the extra could be considered a tip.


    However, just as Bonuo took a step forward, he was stopped again by the clerk, and irritation red within him. What an insolent clerk, was he implying the tip wasn’t enough?


    But the clerk’s next words pierced through him like a sharp spike, deting his bloated balloon of anger.


    “Sir, this isn’t enough.”


    Bonuo’s defenses copsed instantly, as he took off his cap in shock and anger. What kind of rip-off hat cost more than a hundred Ugly Yuan?


    A hundred denomination was a quiterge bill. If you withdrew a hundred from an ATM in Ugly Country, it would spit out five twenties, a testament to its value. And now you’re telling me it’s not enough?


    As if reading Bonuo’s thoughts, the clerk pointed to a shelf nearby with a clearly marked price, fair to both young and old alike.<div>


    Two hundred and thirty-seven Ugly Yuan.


    Bullshit!


    Bonuo mmed the cap onto the counter and grabbed his money before storming off.


    This time he had not brought that much money with him.


    Upon leaving the shop, Bonuo raised his cor and scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes. As a Rover Cavalry, his reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance skills were beyond doubt.


    With less than two days before the official broadcast of the show, he knew capture attempts would certainly ur soon, so Bonuo decided to take the initiative instead of waiting passively. He asionally left his room and wandered the streets, hoping to lure them out. To onlookers, it seemed like a casual stroll, but in reality, he never rxed his vignce, always on the lookout for anything amiss.


    Therefore, the moment the quartet appeared, he realized the capture had begun. Immediately, he entered a clothing store, flipped his clothes inside out as a disguise, and had intended to grab a duckbill cap—but he didn’t have enough money.


    Thinking about this irritated Bonuo further, so he straightened his cor and walked into the crowd in the opposite direction of the quartet. The bustling street crowds perfectly concealed his figure, and after a few quick moves, not even the cameras could catch a glimpse of Bonuo.


    Just like a droplet joining the sea.


    Truly the strongest infantryman, adept at breaking out and infiltrating, shaking off a few people was as simple as eating and drinking.


    ording to the rules, as long as he shook off the quartet, it counted as evading capture, so he had no intention of a head-on confrontation, and instead, he left stealthily.


    The drone simply changed direction and didn’t follow, in order not to clue in the quartet, who might deduce something was amiss and track the target through the drone.


    The game was fair to both sides.


    The quartet, losing their target, were now turning around like headless flies. The two split groups reassembled, and finally they all received a message from Bi Fang.


    “Come back, the target has gotten away, your mission failed.”


    Quartet: “…”


    That was too fast, wasn’t it? There hadn’t been any direct confrontation, and the target had escaped right under their noses?


    It’s over, there goes a thousand Ugly Gold.


    Yesterday, the quartet made four thousand Ugly Gold, plus bonuses, totaling over a thousand each. Where else could you find such a great job? But unfortunately, they were off to a bad start, allowing their target to escape. Damn it!<div>


    “It seems that our first escapee has appeared, and this is the first sessful escape to date. Does anyone have any thoughts?”


    Bi Fang sat in his chair, not at all surprised, as it was just as he had predicted.


    However, the audience was somewhat dissatisfied because they felt like they had watched, yet somehow seen nothing.


    The two sides had merely assessed each other like high-level martial artists, and the victor was decided without any special effects or fight—quite dull indeed.<div>


    [Somewhatme, didn’t find it very interesting]


    [What do you mean ‘not very interesting’?]


    [That’s what I mean]


    [Feels like it’s supposed to be very badass, but I didn’t catch it.]


    [In a sh of masters, the essence lies in the unseen]


    Seeing the audience’s dissatisfaction, Bi Fang couldn’t help butugh and cry. Not everyone was like him, having the opportunity to escape directly but choosing toe back and look for a chance to fight back.


    After all, fighting back was risky. If Bi Fang hadn’t guessed that the other party might be from the show’s crew, he too might have just walked away.


    “Bonuo’s approach is quite correct. No one can be a hundred percent sure they can handle another person without any idents happening. The best method is to shake them off and walk away. After all, reality isn’t a TV drama; it’s not about always chasing after spectacr scenes and coolness.”


    Briefly exining, he saw that the audience was still dissatisfied and quickly changed the subject.


    “However, don’t worry. There are still quite a few contestants left. Maybe some of them like to sh head-on; everyone just wait and watch.”


    The previously somewhat disappointed audience was once again excited by Bi Fang’s words, continuing to wait for the next lucky person to be captured.


    Indeed, the next two contestants were evidently stronger than yesterday’s. Not only did they hold their own against the group of four for a while, but the third contestant almost managed to escape. Unfortunately, the relentless pursuit by the group left nearly everyone unable to run at the end, and they were caught.


    The audience sighed in pity. Although the first match wasn’t very exciting, Bonuo was still the first one to sessfully escape, fulfilling some of the audience’s expectations. The next two matches were of higher quality and more exciting than yesterday’s.<div>


    [So close, they almost seeded!]


    [The group of four is still strong.]


    [Indeed, fair is fair.]


    [I only lost to stamina.]


    [But it’s still a matter of strength, right? If he was as good at disguising himself as that Rover Cavalry, he wouldn’t need to run like parkour. He could have just ducked into the crowd.]


    [Ah, if you put it that way, that Rover Cavalry guy really is strong!]


    [Sure is the strongest soldier type. But as I watch, I can’t help but feel like all these people are just setting the stage for Old Fang. Did Old Fang secretly bribe someone?]


    “Why would I bribe anyone?”


    Bi Fang couldn’t understand the audience’s train of thought. That he was strong was an objective fact; it wasn’t because he had used any tricks to seed.


    Since the third capture took a toll on the foursome’s energy, they had to rest for a while before continuing their action.


    Now having nothing to do, Bi Fang chatted with the audience about customs from different ces. In his past life, he had “Wandered Around” and seen many strange things, which left the audience eximing in surprise and appearing to learn quite a bit.


    Soon evening came, the four had rested up and began the fourth round of capture. But unexpectedly, an ident urred right at the start.


    A contestant was directly eliminated.<div>


    “How did it turn out like this?”


    Bi Fang and the show’s crew hurried to the scene, where they saw the contestant crying in pain.


    In an attempt to evade capture, he had jumped from the third floor but failed to master “Fall Protection,” breaking his leg. The bone in his lower leg was unnaturally twisted.


    This was the first serious injury during the capture operation.


    Some staff members wanted to help, but Bi Fang immediately stopped them: “Do you know ‘First Aid’?”


    The staff shook their heads.


    “Then don’t touch him, leave it to me!”


    Bi Fang took off his coat, folded it well, and moved to the contestant’s side, cing the coat under the lower leg for support, to make it somewhat bearable.


    Next, he ced his fingers under the contestant’s knee to feel the still powerful pulse and nodded.


    “There’s still a pulse, which means the situation isn’t too bad.”


    “For a patient with a fracture, we should avoid directly touching the fractured site, and unless it’s extremely urgent, we must never move the victim, nor should we use makeshift splints rashly. Medical staff will bring more professional medical equipment.”


    As he spoke, Bi Fang looked back at the staff: “Have you called?”


    “They’re on their way.”<div>


    Bi Fang nodded, “Fortunately, it’s a closed fracture, meaning the skin around the fracture site hasn’t broken and the bone hasn’t pierced through the skin. There’s just swelling and no heavy bleeding, otherwise, we’d have to worry about bacterial infection. But at least a few months of recuperation won’t be avoidable. Rest assured, the show will cover all medical expenses, you don’t have to worry about that.”


    The contestant smiled bitterly and nodded; at this point, there was nothing he could say, only that he had overestimated his abilities andcked proper training.


    Soon, an ambnce arrived, and with the help of Bi Fang and others, the contestant was lifted onto the ambnce, which departed with a burst of sirens.