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Mu Qianqian was too weak and her breasts were basically in the hole Rong Heting dug previously. She couldn't do something like Rong Heting digging out the hole with one hand while holding on to the ground.
No one helped her, which made it very difficult for her to arch it. Rong Heting looked at the little woman who was pulling the branches of the bushes outside the pit and poking her butt out of the hole.
"Use your strength in your hands and kick the walls of the pit!" Push, yes! "With the other hand, I'll use a bit more force!"
Mu Qianqian's excitement was extinguished by the cruel reality that she was too weak to climb out of the pit. After trying a few times but to no avail, Mu Qianqian fell into the pit, exposing her little head and curled her lips at Rong Heting.
Seeing Rong Heting's gloomy face, Number 3 looked at War God, who was almost holding his forehead and sighing, from the corner of his eyes even though his head was stabbed by a knife.
Without a doubt, they were all sighing with emotion, as expected, the heavens were treating everyone fairly!
The War God had to find a trash woman like that little thing in the bushes. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to balance their hearts!
Eleven and three don't say anything, and the little piece of trash in the bushes next to us starts to cry.
"Rong Heting, why did you dig so deep, I can't even climb out!"
Rong Heting wanted to pull her out of the pit even more than Mu Qianqian did, but he couldn't do anything as he still had two subordinates beside him who were watching him make fun of him.
The tip of the blade in Rong Heting's hand moved slightly as he looked at the man in front of him and shook his head. Rong Heting was extremely angry as he said, "I won't kill you. Consider yourself captured."
After Rong Heting said that, he withdrew his grip on Number 3, turned around and walked towards the bush that he jumped out of. Under the dumbstruck gazes of Number 11 and Number 3, he personally carried a little girl out of the pit.
"Little trash, I think your sports will never be able to reach that level. You can't even jump into such a small pit!"
Mu Qianqian had finally been fished out of the pit by the man with much difficulty. Hearing such reprimand made her extremely resentful. She was about to cry while holding onto her delicate throat.
"Rong Heting, my palm was just pricked by a tree branch. It hurts."
"What?" Rong Heting's face immediately turned anxious from Mu Qianqian's words. "Where did it break?" Hurry and stick it out for me to see! "
"Hey, it's here. Don't move, don't move! "It hurts!"
Number 3 and Number 11 were both wondering if they should go up and save their god from a waste woman, when Rong Heting's sharp gaze shot towards them.
"Did you bring the medicinal wine?"
At this moment, Eleven finally recovers from the sadness of being relegated and immediately goes to greet Rong Heting and Mu Qianqian.
"Yes, I did. It's in my backpack. Young Master Rong, wait a moment!"
By the time Number Eleven and Number Three stared at Rong Heting in shock while the little woman wiped her hands with the liquor and then wrapped them in gauze, about fifteen minutes had passed.
Mu Qianqian looked at her hands that were wrapped in gauze and sniffed. She stood up from the ground and looked at the two men who were watching them.
Rong Heting's worried expression relaxed a little. However, he didn't know whether to be glad that the wound on Mu Qianqian's palm was soft or to say that Lil Thing was too delicate.
He merely pulled on a tree branch, and only a few small wounds were left on his palm from the small bits of wood shavings. He had even dug a hole for himself to crawl into in order to hide himself.
Qianqian was so delicate and weak that he started to worry if she had made the right choice to stay by his side. There were too many dangers around him. Would Qianqian be able to endure it when the time came?
Seeing Mu Qianqian staring at Eleven, Rong Heting became annoyed with her woman for looking at another man. At the same time, he noticed that Number Eleven and Number Three were also staring right behind him.
Rong Heting leaned to the side, using his body to block Number Eleven and Number Three from paying too much attention to his little woman. His cold gaze carried a warning.
"It's not enough to just die once?"
Eleven snapped back to reality. Under Rong Heting's gaze, he tensed up and didn't dare to look around anymore. He looked at the man in front of him and worshipped him.
Number 3's expression also slightly changed. In the end, he couldn't hold back the question in his heart, "Young Master Rong, why don't you let me out as well?"
The biggest difference between drills and actual combat was that they didn't actually kill people. The bullets in the guns were also empty. However, as long as they lost to the opponent, they would be relegated.
Eleven was kicked out because Rong Heting's dagger slashed across his neck, which meant that his throat had been cut.
Although # 3 stayed in Rong Heting's hands for a few moves longer than # 11, but when the tip of the knife was pointed at Rong Heting's forehead, he had already lost his "life".
But Number Three was surprised by Rong Heting's last words. He was captured, wasn't he out of the game?
"Young Master Rong, didn't I die already?"
"You lost at my hands, but choosing to kill you or not killing you is within my power. Do you really think that you won't have the option to be captured when you leave this mission in the future?"
Number 3 was stunned by Rong Heting's words. When he thought about his own future, he realized that as long as he lost, even death would be in the hands of others.
"Yes, I'm a prisoner of war for Young Master Rong!" Number Three looked at the man in front of him with shame and anger. In his heart, it was better to die than to be a prisoner of war.
Rong Heting took in the entirety of Number 3's expression, but his cold face turned even darker.
"Unconvinced? "Or do you think that what I, Rong Heting, need is a retard who would rather kill himself than think about how to reverse the situation?"
"…"
"If you didn't see the situation clearly and knew that even if the enemy on the battlefield was your friend, you still wouldn't have shown mercy, I might not have let you off."
Rong Heting's rhetorical question made Number Three feel enlightened again. The anger and regret in his eyes burned brighter.
Being captured was not a humiliation, Young Master Rong just gave him a chance! As long as he could escape the enemy's grasp, or use the perfect place for him to hide and kill the enemy, perhaps he could turn his fate around!
"Young Master Rong, I understand!"
"Stop thinking about assassinating me! I don't have the time to look at you. Just do something for me and you can leave. "
"Yes sir!"
Number 3 understood that Rong Heting did not want to look at him, nor did he want to challenge him to assassinate Rong Heting. However, he still had to grasp the opportunity.
"Wah!" You don't have a single wound on your neck. Were you scared silly? Rong Heting's speed was too fast! "I can't believe I didn't hurt you. Eleven, you're lucky!"
Suddenly, a sound came from the other side. Rong Heting's expression turned even darker, while the corner of Number Three's mouth twitched.