Chapter 928: Chapter 924 My Dentist Chapter 928: Chapter 924 My Dentist Palmer’s hands were tightly bound with hemp rope as thick as an index finger; his left palm had a small hole through which blood had dried to a black stain.

A breeze would occasionally blow through the woods, passing through the hole and causing his palm to tremble slightly.

“I can give you a lot of money, a whole lot of money, please, let me down.”

When Bi Fang approached Palmer, the latter seemed to sense something, slightly lifting his eyelids with breaths so faint they resembled murmuring to himself.

The rope stretched over the thick tree branches and wound around the trunk, half-suspending Palmer. He knelt on the ground, his hands pulled high, his heavy head resting in the crook of his arm.

Bi Fang, in reality, hadn’t hung Palmer very high, which would have suggested a “deliberate torture.”

It was just that the pain had caused Palmer to secrete a large amount of adrenaline in a short time to cope; now that the effects had worn off, Palmer had exhausted his body’s oxygen to the point where he didn’t even have the strength to stand, which is why he appeared as he did.

Bi Fang squatted down, peering through the gap between Palmer’s arms and into his eyes.

Palmer couldn’t help but squint, unsure whether it was the pain or the glaring sunlight causing his vision to fade.

He could see the fine fuzz on the other person’s face but couldn’t make out the specific features, discerning only the outline of an Asian through the contours of the eyebrows and eyes.

The other’s skin was too good, smooth and fair like a woman’s, even emitting a soft glow in the sunlight, not at all like someone who would be active in the wilderness.

With the setting sun at their side, the sunlight streamed through the trees, staining everything with broken gold.

Their shadows flowed onto the ground like ink, stretched very long, extending all the way into the bushes.

“I can give you money, a whole lot of money…”

Palmer still didn’t understand what all of this was about, who he had managed to offend.

Seeing Bi Fang’s posture, he assumed he was after money and, worried that Bi Fang might not have heard him clearly, repeated his words.

Bi Fang paid no attention to what he said.

“How many of you came?”

Palmer was startled by the question, his eyebrows flickering nearly imperceptibly, but he quickly regained his calm.

The life-or-death crisis caused Palmer’s brain to work rapidly, unlocking unprecedented potential.

Even during the SAT entrance exam, Palmer hadn’t thought as desperately about a problem as he did now, realizing a possible bold move, he even started counter-questioning, “Are you a ranger?”

“Yes, you must be a ranger.”

As if to bolster his confidence or to clarify for the other that he had seen through his identity, Palmer repeated the statement twice.

Seeing that Bi Fang did not respond, as if acknowledging by default, Palmer became more certain of his guess.

It was good if Bi Fang was a ranger.

It was the people of unknown origin whom he feared much more, as they carried a far greater danger; they weren’t afraid to kill for money.

If he ran into a few people with loose screws, money would not be of any use; it all depended on their whims.

Having hovered in gray areas for years, Palmer had seen much more than the average person. Compared to the aforementioned risks, dealing with public servants was much easier, at least they were bound by the law and restrained by their positions.

“Brother, believe me, I was just passing by with my friends.”

Even when caught red-handed, Palmer could still lie with his eyes wide open.

The audience erupted with enthusiasm in their comments upon hearing this.

[666, does he think Master Fang is a fool?]
[Master Fang, are you going to tolerate this?]
[Go up and smack him twice with full force, even the craftiest fox will become obedient.]
[That won’t do, we treat prisoners of war well nowadays; the chat is all Old Fang’s fans so it’s okay, but if it gets out, it will be enough for Old Fang to have a hard time coping.]
[Either he has a problem with his IQ, or he thinks I have a problem with mine, I think it’s the former]
[Is there a possibility it’s the latter (joking)]
[Impossible, absolutely impossible!]
Pelmer didn’t know that his words had drawn collective mockery. He even mustered some strength to spread his elbows and reveal that face with a grin meant to appease.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t quite presentable, streaked with tears that had flown due to the pain, and a rough, black and white stubble, emitting an unpleasant odor from his body.

Not everyone was “extraordinarily gifted” like Bi Fang, able to stay in the wilderness for ten days to half a month and still remain clean and dry.

Bi Fang tilted his head, unable to suppress his laughter, and turned to speak to the drone hidden among the branches, “It seems he really takes me for a fool.”

“Who, who are you talking to, is there someone there?”

Pelmer was perplexed by this gesture, suspecting that the other party may not be quite sane, especially since he had appeared dressed like a special forces soldier and was using a Short Spear, looking just like a primitive.

Who knows if he believes in some strange deities; those primitive people backward in civilization are all like that.

Of course, while he thought so, Palmer would never say it out loud.

Bi Fang waved his hand, and the drone automatically flew out — in fact, there were three of them.

Upon seeing this, a chill sank into Palmer’s heart.

Body cameras?

Are these folks in Africa playing with such advanced gadgets now?

Wait a minute…

Asian descent, drones, impressive skills.

In a flash, Palmer blurted out, “Are you that wilderness livestreamer?”

“Oh, so I’m that famous now? I can meet fans even out here?”

[Is Old Fang too unconfident about his own influence? (Dog’s head)]
[What’s with being called the world’s number one Adventurer?]
[The most famous and greatest Explorer in the world, bar none.]
[Who wouldn’t recognize the real-life version of Professor Jones? (Eating watermelon)]
Bi Fang placed a potsherd beneath his bottom to sit on like a little stool, then pulled over Palmer’s Quiver beside him, dumped out all of the Arrows, and picked one up.

He then took out another intact arrowhead and compared the two, finding no differences.

This Arrow had been recorded in the entire live broadcast, extracted from a Lion, and the bag of arrows had been emptied on air as well.

Irrefutable evidence.

Seeing this, Palmer’s face turned as unsightly as if he had swallowed a fly, whether from anger or pain, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably, “Damn it, you have no right to do this, let me down now while you still can. I won’t say anything before then, I’ll notify my lawyer.”

“Don’t be so tense, you should look on the bright side,” said Bi Fang cheerfully, “Though it might be hard to clear your criminal record, the good news is, I’m not some cold-blooded bandit. You’re safe for now.”

[Hahaha, so now he’s attacking his character too?]
[That face is hilarious, I’m taking a screenshot to use as an emoticon.]
[How did I never notice that Old Fang had such a mischievous side?]
[666]
“What’s your name?”

Silence.

“Where did the car you came in stop at?”

Still silent.

Perhaps Pelmer really did breathe a sigh of relief. As a public figure, Bi Fang couldn’t resort to vigilante justice on him. He clammed up, insisting on waiting for his lawyer and refusing to answer any questions.

This indeed posed a difficulty for Bi Fang, but not for his resourceful online followers.

Moreover, Bi Fang’s followers weren’t limited to within his own country; he also had many admirers overseas.

The theory of six degrees of separation was vividly demonstrated here.

[If I’m not mistaken, he looks like my dentist.]