Everyone seemed to understand, but not very clearly. Charlotte's expression held a hint of admiration, "Little Wu's words seem very reasonable."

"See, I told you so," Little Wu snapped her fingers, her face oozing with confidence as if everything were under control.

"But, but what's the use of all this?" Charlotte asked.

Hey, Charlotte's words really did hit the nail on the head for Little Wu. Yeah, what was the use of babbling on about all this? Maybe she was just venting for the sake of venting. After all, Little Wu was from a species that couldn't be happy without complaining. But even complaints should be timed and placed appropriately, and clearly, this was not the time or place for that.

She glanced awkwardly at Hans, "Mr. Hans, is the signal we sent out reliable?"

"It, it should be reliable, right?"

Seeing Hans's uncertain tone, everyone was stunned for a moment. Damn it! What do you mean 'should'? This wasn't the time to be anything less than absolutely sure. In that instant, the people inside the vehicle collectively focused a lethal glare on Hans. Even the two beautiful female fans in the live stream got angry. This damn Hans—if something went wrong with the rescue signal, not even Revenge Shadow Rider could save him.

Hans's face was filled with grievance. Who was he supposed to ask? It had worked fine when he bought it, but who knew if it might have broken while in use. Electronics are unpredictable that way, nothing is absolute. After Hans finished his explanation, everyone finally regained some sense and withdrew their murderous glares.

"Little Wu, do you think these people will let us go?" The technician, adjusting his glasses with one hand, once again turned to Little Wu with the question. She had looked through some local information before arriving and clearly had the most authority to speak on the subject.

Little Wu's countenance turned heavy upon hearing this. She bit her lip softly, shook her head silently... "It's hard to say. Stranded in the middle of nowhere, we lack any means to defend ourselves. Just like Mr. Hans said, we can only leave it to fate."

"It seems that the only things we have control over are time and money, the longer we drag this out, the better for us. The ideal outcome is to wait for the rescue team to arrive."

Charlotte said nothing, her face etched with worry, ceaselessly fidgeting with her fingers, her heart anxious and restless...

"However, we still have one..."

As the technician was speaking, the car door suddenly was struck with a loud bang, someone had kicked it violently. The hearts of the people inside skipped a beat. Even the usually unflappable Hans clutched the steering wheel with one hand, his nerves stretched to breaking point, cold sweat involuntarily beading on his forehead.

Hans was now incredibly vexed. Bloody hell, could his luck be any worse? He hadn't checked the almanac before heading out and had run into this mess. He had indeed contemplated the possibility of accidents, which was why he had prepared rescue tools just in case, but he never expected it to actually happen to him.

Life or death didn't seem that frightening to Hans; it was fate and fortune, just parts of life's journey. If one could live, who would choose to die? Hans had been through more despairing situations than this, and death seemed trivial in comparison. It was Revenge Shadow Rider who had given his family a hope to live.

But there are some things in the world one cannot let go of. More than his own life, he regretted not being able to see his loved ones one last time, not being able to witness Revenge Shadow Rider in battle, even if just once. And yet, he had dragged two innocent girls who had not even started their own families into this mess in Mardis; the guilt in Hans's heart was endless...

But upon hearing the noise, he still obediently opened the window, nodding with an apologetic smile, hoping that a smiling face could avoid a slapping hand.

To his dismay, he found a burly man with a bad complexion standing outside the window. The man was about 30 years old, stocky and around 190 cm tall. Under the moonlight, he was holding an AK47 automatic rifle, disproportionate to his size. This weapon, having seen centuries, was not only cheap to produce and simple in design but also remarkably accurate within 100 meters, making it standard equipment for brazen criminals. Despite its powerful recoil and difficult handling, the destructive power and accuracy of its 7.62 caliber compensated for these flaws. The minds of everyone present buzzed at the sight.

"You guys have got quite the nerve, driving an off-road vehicle all the way out here," the burly man's coarse voice sounded curiously polite, and his polite tone made everyone's hearts, held in suspense, drop a little... but in the next second, the butt of the wood stock rifle crashed onto the edge of the door with a clang, nearly denting it in.

The man changed his expression faster than flipping a page in a book and barked, "Am I supposed to ask you to get out of the car?"

"I'm getting out, just don't get excited," Hans said, trying to sound as sincere as possible in order not to provoke the man. He needed to give the others time to escape. That was Hans's plan.

A few of them got out of the off-road vehicle lightly, leaving the Light Screen phone that was still live streaming inside, still recording... Apart from the man standing in front of them, they saw at least ten dirt bikes and a gang of desperate thugs armed to the teeth sitting on the motorcycles. The thugs wore assorted attire, not as exaggerated as in the movies, but the air of violence was undeniable and a ruthless look was evident in their eyes, signifying they were the kind of desperados who had long since reckoned with life and death.

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