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."

Scram!" Barry nodded without hesitation. Who cared what a little boy called him? If he couldn't bring this

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

to run. Barry was a little confused. Didn't he just agree to let him go? Why

of his feet was injured, he couldn't jump over the stream,

tricked him, rather than the other way around. Barry continued to search for the boy in the forest, looking this way and that, moving branches

the entrance

the kids when he came upon the minibus stopped at the entrance to the forest. He asked his men to bust the window of the minibus, and there were ropes strewn on a couple of the

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

directions. He

was disturbed by a vehicle making its way up he road. Various nocturnal creatures found quieter places to be. Wesley hopped out of the hum-vee. But by the time he got here, more than a dozen search and rescue teams had

children are inside. They have already entered the target area and

with a sullen face and asked, "Did you send

it. The

"Good!"

other side, Boswell was chased by two adults at the same time. He didn't dare stop, because he didn't want to be caught. Fortunately, he was more nimble than they were. But their legs were longer, and they were organized. Before long, one

of breath. They were only

the man with tattooed arms threatened him. "Caught at last!" he said ferociously. "I'm so tired. I'll kick your ass

Boswell plucked a leaf from a green plant. He didn't bother to respond. He

the tattooed man walked towards him, an evil smile on his face.

tall grass. The man immediately stumbled backwards when an iridescent black serpent

thing who had bitten the man slithered past him. He could see a horseshoe shape on its hood as it made its escape. He wanted to kill it, but it

of the grass, made a face

catch up, but the venom was starting to do its work. He felt faint, and his limbs

what was going on, he didn't know whether he should stay here and take care of

tattooed man scolded him, "Find him! If the child runs away, we're both