Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Noting his pursuer nursing his sprained ankle, Damian felt relieved and sat on a big stone to take a rest. He had run for a long time and his mouth was dry.

He took a rest for a while and followed the sound of water to find a stream, ignoring Barry's shouts.

Fortunately, the stream was clear. He couldn't wait around long. He drank two mouthfuls of water to moisten his throat, and then washed his face.

As soon as he washed his face, he heard faint footsteps behind him. He suddenly turned and spotted Barry.

Barry dragged his injured ankle behind him and chased Damian, and was closing fast. He was three meters away, and showed no signs of slowing down.

Startled, Damian stood up in a hurry, balanced on the pebbles in the stream and crossed to the other side.

Barry made his way down to the stream as well. He picked up a mouthful of water and took a couple sips. "You guys really must be part of the Huo family. I've never seen kids as resourceful as you two."

They were only three years old, but sometimes their intelligence seemed to dwarf that of a teenager. It was terrifying!

Damian blinked his eyes and answered proudly, "Of course we're smart. We're as smart as Dad!" To be honest, sometimes he felt that he took after his mother more, because he felt he was not quite as smart as his brothers.

Everyone knew who Matthew Huo was, and they knew that angering him was dangerous. However, Barry had no other choice but to kidnap these two kids. But as dangerous as Matthew was, his boss was the more immediate threat. He wouldn't disobey him. Not if he wanted to live, at any rate. He sighed, "You brat, if you keep running like this, we'll be trapped in this forest overnight. Ever think about that?"

In fact, Damian didn't care. "Yeah, I don't like it either. How about you let me go? You can't catch up with me anyway!" he said.

Damian was right. Not only was Damian smarter, the man had sprained his ankle. There was no way he could keep up with the cunning, energetic little boy.

But a light bulb came on in Barry's head. He was going to trick the boy. "Okay!" he agreed.

Damian didn't move and sat still. "You mean it? If you go back on your word, you'll be a cheating dog."

nodded without hesitation. Who cared what a little boy called him? If he couldn't

Damian didn't believe him. His father had told them not to trust anyone. The only ones he could safely rely on were his family members. Anyone else might want something from him. This man was not his family. Why should he believe

continued to run. Barry was a little confused. Didn't he just agree to let him go? Why would the boy scamper off like that? If he

he couldn't jump over the stream, so he had to walk through it, soaking his socks and

disappeared into the forest. Damian was nowhere to be seen. It looked like Damian had tricked him, rather than the other way around. Barry continued to search for the boy in the forest, looking this way and

the entrance of

the entrance to the forest. He asked his men to bust

him that the ropes were used to tie up the kids. They were probably brought here. He looked at the forest briefly, wondering

different directions. He figured if they carved up the forest, they'd eventually find the children. He contacted Sheffield and Joshua.

Wesley hopped out of the hum-vee. But by the time he got here, more than a

the chief said the children are inside.

face and asked, "Did you send

The

"Good!"

Fortunately, he was more nimble than they were. But their legs were longer, and they were organized. Before long, one of his pursuers popped out of the brush and stood in his way. He thought about doubling back, and

of them stood in a stalemate, out of breath. They were only a few

for a while, the man with tattooed arms threatened him. "Caught at last!" he said ferociously.

a green plant. He didn't bother to respond. He was hatching plans about how he might

the tattooed man walked towards him, an evil smile

stopped and reached into the tall grass. The man immediately stumbled backwards when an iridescent black serpent reared up. The tattooed man screamed. In response, it spread its hood and sank its fangs deep into the man's inked up arm.

could see a horseshoe shape on its hood as it

of the grass, made a face at them and ran down

He felt faint, and his limbs felt rubbery. He

know whether he should stay here and take care of

him, "Find him! If the child runs away, we're