Laughing, the host always wants to escape

"So, we have to go to that place first to check it out. If they still don't make any movement, we can only go up by ourselves." Chu Lin shrugged and said to the few people.

"Yeah." Tang Cuo nodded and replied vaguely.

There were some black carbon stains on his mouth from eating grilled fish, making him look more like a little cat.

Tang Cuo turned around and looked at the handkerchief handed to him, feeling somewhat puzzled.

"Wipe your mouth, food is everywhere." Jian Rong's voice was calm, but his attitude was much better than before.

This made Tang Cuo feel flattered.

He took the handkerchief handed over by Jian Rong and smiled at him, "Thank you, Brother Rong."

"Ah."

"Who of us will go to scout the site this time?" Duan Nanxing pursed her lips, interrupted the conversation between the two, and glanced at several people.

"I..." Tang Cuo was about to say something.

"You can not."

"You can't." Two voices rejected him in unison. Tang Cuo looked left and right, and the expressions of the two people were surprisingly the same.

"Yeah, Tang Cuo, you shouldn't go. You were just scared yesterday. You should take a rest today. A few of us can go." Chu Lin also advised.

"Okay then, who among you will go?" Seeing that the others were determined, Tang Cuo didn't say anything else.

"I'll go, but I have a condition." Duan Nanxing said.

"Conditions? What conditions?"

"Is it okay for Brother Jian Rong to go with me?"

"Why?" Tang Cuo looked at him puzzled.

"Because he and you..." can't stay together.

Duan Nanxing swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth, and changed them into, "Because his fighting power is very high, it is safer to stay with him."

As he said that, he turned his gaze to Jian Rong who was standing aside as if nothing had happened, "What do you think? I think Brother Rong won't refuse, right?"

Jian Rong raised his eyes and glanced at him, a silent war flowed between their eyes.

Just when Tangcuo thought Jian Rong was going to fight him, Jian Rong stood up and simply nodded, "Okay."

Seeing that the war between the two had ended, Tang Cuo breathed a sigh of relief silently, then patted Jian Rong on the shoulder and advised in a low voice, "Brother Rong, don't be angry with him. He may be too young to understand."

"Are you familiar with him?" Jian Rong's tone became a little colder, and his eyes were fixed on his face.

"Ah? Not familiar with him." Tang Cuo was a little puzzled.

"If you are not familiar with him, then don't speak for him." Jian Rong turned around and walked to the side.

Hey, what's this?

Tangcuo suffered a setback for no reason and his mood immediately became bad. He then sat there sulking.

[Host, don't be angry. You can understand it this way. The Captor has begun to possess you and doesn't like you to talk to others or get too close to them. This is actually a good thing.]

Hearing him say this, Tang Cuo raised his eyes and glanced at Jian Rong quietly, his expression instantly improved a little, "Let's assume that you are right."

Duan Nanxing stood up and leaned towards Tang Cuo, "Acuo, I'm leaving soon, don't you care about me?"

"...Okay, okay, be careful. If you encounter danger, you must run away and don't try to be brave." Tang Cuo helplessly comforted him with a few words, and then turned his gaze to Jian Rong.

"Brother Rong, you too."

"What am I too?" Jian Rong felt inexplicably unhappy when he heard the simple words "You too" from Tang Cuo's mouth.

"Uh...you should also pay attention to safety. Don't be stubborn if something happens. Just run away and don't get hurt. I'll be waiting for you here."

"Yeah." Hearing his words, Jian Rong's expression eased a little. He nodded, then took the lead and walked into the woods.

Duan Nanxing shrugged, said hello to Tang Cuo, and followed him into the woods.

Seeing the two figures disappear, Tang Cuo sighed silently, and couldn't help complaining in his heart: How come these two people meet each other, like children... What a wonderful chemical reaction.

At the same time, in a villa in City A.

The man was dressed in black and sat on a chair, his legs unconsciously crossed, and he was playing with a small pistol in his palm. "What's their situation now?"

"Replying to Second Master, the young master went into the rain forest with them. What should we do?"

"Heh." Meng Zhuo snorted coldly, "I told Xiaocuo several times that he wouldn't listen. I told him to stay away from Jian Rong, but he went against me. Well, let's not worry about them for now. What about the others?"

"Most of Tang Hong's people are under our control, but it's harder to deal with the others. You see..." The subordinate replied in a low voice, fearing that if he said something wrong, he would meet the King of Hell directly.

"Find a way to get the eldest brother out. Just pretend it's a plane crash. Remember, no one should get into trouble. Just keep them under control. As for the others, control the fourth one, and the rest won't be a concern." Meng Zhuo raised his eyes slightly.

"Yes." The subordinate responded hurriedly, "However, there is still one thing I don't understand. The other shadow guard team is clearly under the control of the Third Master, so why is he keeping a close eye on the Fourth Master?"

"The third brother is brave but not wise. Although he is capable, he is easily led by others. The fourth brother is different. Although he does not have as many people as the third brother, he can fight against a hundred people alone. If we want to keep our plan from being discovered, we have to control him."

Meng Zhuo thought for a while, "But let's not move them for now. After all, we grew up together. If it weren't for the situation, I really don't want to become enemies with them."

"I understand." The subordinate in black saluted respectfully and turned to leave.

Meng Zhuo exhaled, then slowly stood up, walked to the table behind him, and gently picked up the photo on top. "Father, the great cause will be accomplished. I will use this to comfort your spirit in heaven."

After a few words, Meng Zhuo put down the photo in his hand, straightened his wrinkled collar, and then left the villa.

On the other side, Tang Hong sat on the big bed in the room, looking at the orchids in the vase, and smiled unconsciously.

"My old friends, the children have all grown up, especially Old Meng's son, who is becoming more and more promising. I am really happy for you.

But they seem to have taken a wrong path. I'm really sorry. I have to use you to teach them a lesson again. As for Jian Rong, I think he is a good kid. He is brave and resourceful. If I give him my position, he will be more than qualified for it.

Forget it, I won’t say any more. I still miss the time when we drank together, but you guys just walked away with your sleeves swung, leaving me to run around and toil. What do you think of you guys…”

Tang Hong sighed helplessly, then stood up and turned the mechanism of the secret room in front of the bed. A secret door immediately appeared in the closet. He dusted his hands and walked in.