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

Chapter 442 The Trap of Evil
In a remote place like Medog, any unfamiliar face attracts a lot of attention.

To carry out surveillance effectively, it is necessary to hire some locals so that their actions will not be too conspicuous, like those porters from earlier.

It was obvious that the porters were not a professional surveillance team, and they liked to smoke. Wu Xie deliberately pretended to have accidentally lost half a pack of cigarettes in the crack of the bed. Sure enough, the cigarettes were picked up by the porters who came into the room to search after he left.

They wouldn't refuse such an opportunity to get a small bargain for free.

The second trap has been set, and all that's left is to wait for the fish to take the bait. Next up is the third one.

After learning that these people were Muyu and Xiaoge's family, Wu Xie could no longer use many of his ruthless tricks and methods. After all, given that they were actively monitoring him, it was hard to say whether they were friends or foes.

After finishing the last few bites of rice, Wu Xie put away his lunchbox and walked outside the dining hall. To his surprise, he saw the Hong Kong people gathered together chatting in the small side hall.

But that's perfect, it saves him the trouble of looking for the person.

Wu Xie didn't stop walking. He walked over to the side, nodded as a greeting, and someone raised their hand to offer him a cigarette.

Wu Xie walked over naturally, took the cigarette and glanced at it. It wasn't a brand commonly seen in Motuo. He borrowed a light from the other person when he lit his cigarette, and then sat down next to him, listening to their conversation without making a sound.

However, when Cantonese is spoken quickly, it becomes a completely different language. Wu Xie's ears were ringing, and it was really difficult to distinguish. He had no choice but to give up and focus on observing the characteristics of these people.

He noticed that both of these people were wearing leather gloves, and he couldn't see if they had the Zhang family's signature long fingers underneath.

If all these people have fingers like that, does that mean they are all exceptionally skilled? Even if they are not at the level of Xiao Ge and Mu Yu, even if only one-tenth of them are skilled, all of them combined would be enough to give him a hard time.

Then what's the point of all this? Forget about any schemes or tricks, just kneel down and surrender and let them do whatever they want.

How could they possibly win? Wu Xie was in despair. He only had two young men by his side, and even including Chen Xuehan and Yueya, they couldn't even come close to a fraction of the opponent's strength.

If a real fight breaks out, is it possible that Old Man Deren will bring the lamas from the temple to lend him a hand? Thinking about it, it still seems unreliable. Putting aside whether the lamas would help him, there are more than just the Zhang family from overseas in this temple.

So worrying, so worrying, so annoying!
I wonder if, when I'm half-beaten to death, Muyu will suddenly jump out as the Zhang family patriarch's most favored junior and give these overseas Zhang family members a good thrashing.

But Muyu also had concerns; now was probably not the right time for them to recognize each other.

This method won't work. Wu Xie gritted his teeth, thinking hard. What should he do? Maybe he should stir up the water even more. The best way would be to let them fight like dogs!
Wu Xie snapped out of his daze after only a dozen seconds of thinking, and immediately sensed someone staring at him. Following his instincts, he looked back and found it was Miss Zhang.

He wasn't here just now; he appeared silently. Of course, it's also possible that he didn't notice him while he was thinking.

Miss Zhang was staring at him coldly with her arms crossed; her gaze was definitely not friendly.

Wu Xie noticed that she wasn't wearing leather gloves, and although the length of her left hand, which was draped over her right arm, was normal, there were some gray marks on the clothes where her fingertips had pressed against.

He wondered what this girl meant. In the end, the previous claims about the real and fake Zhang girls' identities were just guesses, and those two documents could not serve as substantial evidence. So, with a cigarette in his mouth, he tentatively smiled at her.

Miss Zhang scoffed dismissively. Wu Xie felt that her behavior probably meant she looked down on him. Why did she look down on him?
Wu Xie didn't think there was anything ungentlemanly or outrageous about his behavior from the moment he sat down until now that would disgust the lady, so where did this disdain come from?

Since the other party has been monitoring him for so long, they must know that he is Wu Xie... Wait, he suddenly realized a fatal problem that he had been ignoring all along: monitoring. Why are they monitoring him?

You only resort to surveillance, a method of constantly monitoring someone's movements, when you have doubts about them; similarly, it can be called observation.

Their real purpose in monitoring themselves is actually to observe!

Observing their own every move and behavior, coupled with their previous suspicions, all of this combined led to only one reason: they were not sure if they were Wu Xie.

Wu Xie suddenly felt like laughing, thinking that these people might have brought everyone with a "Wu Xie" face to this place. That would be quite amusing.

Whether it was because his indifferent attitude offended her, Miss Zhang suddenly stood up, snatched the cigarette from Wu Xie's mouth, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it twice.

Everyone stopped talking and watched the two of them silently.

This is a protest.

Wu Xie glanced at the mangled cigarette butt on the ground and figured that Miss Zhang probably wanted to stomp on him. He clicked his tongue and asked her modestly, "Beautiful lady, do you have a problem with me?"

Zhang Haixing scoffed coldly, a cigarette dangling from her mouth, and said rudely, "I get annoyed just looking at your face, so get the hell away from me!"

Wu Xie wasn't annoyed. He touched his nose and asked the man who had just given him the cigarette, "Has she always had such a bad temper?"

The man glanced at Zhang Haixing and said quietly, "It's hard to say. Maybe he only acted this way after seeing you, after all, your face..."

Wu Xie understood the implication in the man's unfinished words.

This was a show of force, and Wu Xie understood that they needed the real Wu Xie, which was why they were so ruthless towards the uncertain, possible imposter.

Wu Xie pretended to be intrigued by the other party's attitude. After all, this was a common trait in men—they liked to be beaten up. He then struck up a conversation, saying, "You think I'm annoying now because we're not familiar with each other yet. Let's be friends. My name is Wu Xie. What's your name, beautiful lady?"

Zhang Haixing's eyes immediately showed even more disgust. She spat out the cigarette in her mouth and turned to leave.

The cigarette butt landed at Wu Xie's feet. Wu Xie glanced at the onlookers around him, shrugged helplessly, and they burst into laughter, seemingly happy to see him thwarted.

He then asked the person next to him, "That girl has a lot of personality, what's her name?"

"I wouldn't dare tell you," the man said, and everyone burst into laughter again.

Wu Xie laughed along, then helped himself up from the ground, dusted himself off, put his hands in his pockets, and raised his chin. "Let's go, you guys keep chatting."

As he stepped out of the courtyard, the smile on his face vanished instantly. He thought expressionlessly, "Laugh all you want, but you won't be laughing in a moment."

Back in his room, Wu Xie first checked the windows and under the bed as usual, and everything was still untouched. He knew there were surveillance devices in the room that he couldn't see, and this little trick could at least stop them from entering the room, but the bed was a safe place.

Wu Xie used a lighter to burn the instant noodles into black ash, then crushed them into powder. He then added some water, stirred it well, turned on the light, and crawled into bed.

He took out half a cigarette from his pocket, then dipped a toothbrush in some black water, flicked the bristles aside with his thumb, and released it as he brought it close to the cigarette stem. The black water on the bristles splashed onto the cigarette stem, and his fingerprints quickly appeared.

The half-smoked cigarette was the one that Miss Zhang spat out and landed at his feet. He quickly slipped it into his sleeve with a magic trick while he squatted down to support himself.

The best way to make your opponent reveal any weaknesses is to unleash a multitude of moves at once.

Since those people want to observe Wu Xie, they must analyze all the details of his behavior. Therefore, what Wu Xie needs to do is to add more details and information, and make his behavior seem suspicious in their eyes. All of the previous things were like this.

All his actions were strange, and if they had all been monitored, they would definitely think he was plotting something, which was very agonizing.

The situation they faced was that Wu Xie seemed to know something, so they had to act very, very carefully, but they also had to investigate every single one of the strange things Wu Xie did.

What Wu Xie had to do was make them leave traces near the trap he had set.

After setting his watch to alarm for 5 a.m., Wu Xie quickly fell asleep.

When the alarm clock woke him up, it was still pitch black outside. This time of year in winter is a good time for people to sleep, and it is also the time when the surveillance is most likely to let their guard down.

Wu Xie splashed cold water on his face to wake himself up, then got dressed and went out.

The entire temple was so silent it seemed as if it were shrouded in the domain of death. Wu Xie lit a cigarette, took two shallow puffs, then stubbed it out and stuck it in the crack of the door before turning and walking into the darkness of the temple.

The first place he was going to was where four lighters were hidden, placed in a crack in a stone wall. The lighters were identical in appearance, except for the very subtle marks he had made beforehand to distinguish them.

After putting on gloves and taking them off one by one to check, I found that the order had indeed been changed, and the other party had not noticed this little trick.

Wu Xie thought that the person who came to check was most likely the hot-tempered Miss Zhang who had scolded him when they faced each other last night.

The girl was impatient; she probably looked at the item right after he put it down, but didn't understand its meaning, so it's no wonder she didn't give him a friendly look.

After putting the lighter into a pre-prepared resealable bag, Wu Xie quickly went to the second location, where another slingshot was placed on a roof beam above a pile of miscellaneous firewood.

It was pitch black at first glance. Back then, the slingshot was thrown up, but now even if he jumped, he couldn't reach it. To get things, he had to climb or use something to stand on tiptoe.

The pillars that could be climbed were now surrounded by piles of wood, and to get up, one had to step on dry firewood, the freshly broken marks of which were still quite obvious.

Wu Xie swept the area with the light but didn't see any such marks, so the other person must have stepped on a pile of miscellaneous items nearby.

He glanced over and immediately noticed that they were no longer in the order he had noted when he first came. This place was so remote that even the young lamas rarely came here to collect these discarded items.

There was originally an old water vat lying upside down on the ground, half of which was exposed under the clutter, but there were actually two there in total. You could only see the other one behind it after moving the clutter aside.

Originally, they were placed one in front of the other, but now the water vat in front has been moved out. Wu Xie saw two handprints on the left and right sides of the vat, and half a blurry shoe print on the bottom.

Clearly, the person didn't want to leave any obvious traces, so they wiped away all the marks with their hands.

The water tank was only half a meter high, but there were no other traces on the other miscellaneous items that could be stacked.

Wu Xie was somewhat surprised. He looked at the half-footprint at the bottom of the water vat. Even at his height of 1.81 meters, he couldn't reach the slingshot on the roof beam by standing on the water vat. Did that girl fly up there?

However, considering that she was a member of the Zhang family, it wasn't impossible for her to step on the water vat and use the momentum to fly up.

But Wu Xie soon noticed something was wrong; he discovered the trail of another person.

A lot of dust had been wiped off from another pillar not far from the woodpile, and there were many large, intermittent climbing marks on one side.

The lamp in Wu Xie's hand swayed onto the crossbeam, and someone climbed up the crossbeam from the pillar, approaching the location where the slingshot was hidden from above.

Which of the remaining two groups could this person be from? A German? Or a Tibetan?

This still needs to be discussed. Wu Xie moved the two water vats to a suitable position, stacked the vats on top of each other, stood on them, and took down the slingshot.

The slingshot was intact, and Wu Xie didn't plan to go to the other places; he needed to maintain a bit of mystery.

Insert the slingshot into your back belt and return the miscellaneous items to their original positions.

Wu Xie returned to the room and used the same method as before to collect fingerprints from the lighter.

Before the temple could recover, Wu Xie immediately took the items down the mountain, found a tavern where he could make a phone call, dialed up and sent the items to Xie Yuchen.

A reply was received quickly: a total of eleven clear fingerprints were collected from the lighter, belonging to two different people. This meant that these two people checked the items one after the other after Wu Xie put the items down while wearing gloves.

The fingerprints on the cigarette holder confirmed Wu Xie's guess: the Zhang family member who checked the lighter was indeed that Miss Zhang.

Xie Yuchen sent more detailed information, and Wu Xie learned that the girl's name was Zhang Haixing.

The fingerprints of another person also matched. He was a mercenary who had been on a foreign wanted list. His name was Nick Jones. However, five years ago, he was already on the missing or dead list during a raid and bombing. Now, he suddenly appeared here.

These must be the Germans' men, and the only group that hasn't given themselves away is the Tibetans.

The "Wu Xie" who led him to see the statue of Xiao Ge that day was wearing a Tibetan robe and had his hair braided into a complicated and beautiful braid, so there was also a "Wu Xie" in the Tibetan group.

The "Wu Xie" in the Zhang family team appeared ten years ago, so will there be a "Wu Xie" in the German team as well?
(End of this chapter)