Starting from Robinson Crusoe

Chapter 340 146: The Last One (Part 2)

Woof~

It indicated it was ready, lowering its proudly raised tail almost to the ground, lowering its head, slightly parting its mouth, circling the low trees to confirm the direction, and led Chen Zhou into the depths of the forest.

Anticipating a possible encounter, Chen Zhou tightly gripped the dagger in his hand, while his other hand held the revolver firmly.

Actually, he was reluctant to waste the precious bullets of the revolver, using it only as a last resort.

If he were really forced into a dangerous situation by the Indigenous, he would still shoot decisively.

...

It had been nearly five hours since the Indigenous fled into the forest, with trees and vegetation everywhere, a sea of green with various birds, beasts, and reptiles—a daunting task to find a single small human in this ocean of life.

Even if Lai Fu used 120% of his seriousness, he would still find the wrong direction.

The sky gradually darkened, and Chen Zhou estimated he had been walking in the forest for over an hour at least.

During this time, Lai Fu had found the wrong direction five times in total, but each time was noticed by him, and he brought them back to the original path.

On the way, they discovered new bloodstains and footprints, but soon, with the coagulation and scabbing of the wound's blood, these traces vanished.

"Seems like we most likely won't find him today, if not, we have to go back,"

Chen Zhou thought helplessly.

This forest is immense, and during the dry season, the ground is hard and leaves almost no footprints. If not for the indigenous being cut and having Lai Fu's help, he wouldn't have tracked this far.

Now close to another large mountain on the island, the trees have transformed from relatively thin and low species to towering, sturdy trees with extensive root systems.

The roots of these giant trees often have tree holes eroded by rainwater or insects.

If the indigenous warrior hid inside without making a sound, it would be impossible to find unless Lai Fu got very close.

It was already late, and returning would take some time.

Worried about the indigenous boy and the newly awakened prisoner not waiting at the original place or encountering other troubles, Chen Zhou decided to return with Lai Fu along the original route.

Just as the thought of heading back home arose, Lai Fu, walking ahead, suddenly barked loudly and plunged into a bush, giving chase regardless.

"Lai Fu!"

Fearing that Lai Fu might encounter danger due to the sudden pursuit, Chen Zhou hurriedly called to stop, while raising the revolver.

At this moment, he put aside the concern of saving bullets, focusing only on eliminating the danger in its infancy as rapidly as possible.

With Lai Fu's barks, a panicked shout came from behind the bushes ahead, followed by disordered footsteps.

...

The sound of leaves brushing against bodies, soles impacting the earth...

Noisy insects leaped away, forest frogs ceased singing, startled birds flapped their wings, and the previously somewhat peaceful forest turned into chaos.

Chen Zhou quickened his pace, brushing aside branches in front, swiftly pursuing towards the indigenous shouts.

Thanks to the physical training over the past few months.

Now even in such a complex terrain, his speed was not significantly affected, approaching the source of the sound at far beyond ordinary speed.

Lai Fu's barking grew louder, guiding Chen Zhou's direction.

The lush vegetation blocked the view; when Chen Zhou, covered in leaves, burst from the bushes, he suddenly heard Lai Fu let out a cry of pain.

His heart tightened, and he saw a shadow flash past behind a raised tree root in the distance, gripping the gun tightly as he charged straight forward.

"Lai Fu might be in danger."

This message churned his already uneasy mood into a tangled mess, desperately wanting to shoot that shadow directly yet afraid of accidentally hurting Lai Fu.

In that instant, he deeply regretted bringing Lai Fu away from the kiln and blamed himself for using Lai Fu to track the Indigenous, knowing that waiting on the beach was clearly a better option.

Fortunately, after Lai Fu's cry of pain ended, a mournful cry of the Indigenous warrior rose from behind the board-like roots—much more painful than Lai Fu's cry.

...

When Chen Zhou hurriedly climbed over the board-like roots and reached Lai Fu and the Indigenous warrior, he saw Lai Fu biting down hard on the Indigenous warrior's thigh, the warrior screaming and struggling, trying to pry open Lai Fu's mouth with his hands.

In this close-quarter fight, Lai Fu's large, robust physique held a considerable advantage.

It tackled the Indigenous warrior to the ground, using its strong forepaws to pin the warrior's legs, while its hind legs braced against the root, pressing most of its weight on the warrior's waist.

The young Indigenous warrior with his weight inferior to Lai Fu exercised all his strength yet couldn't budge Lai Fu.

In a flash of inspiration, he abandoned the attempt to push away Lai Fu's head, instead trying to gouge its eyes, hoping to blind it, forcing it to let go.

But it was too late.

Chen Zhou, already frustrated after searching all day, saw the warrior still being fierce when cornered, stepping over and directly kicking at the Indigenous warrior's front shoulder.

If Lai Fu's weight only slightly surpassed the Indigenous warrior, then Chen Zhou's advantage in physical strength was worlds apart.

Wearing sturdy boots with thick soles, this rage-driven kick accurately pinned the extending arm of the Indigenous warrior, landing on his right shoulder.

Angrily delivering the kick, Chen Zhou used all his strength.

As the boot landed, a crisp crack of breaking bone was heard, the Indigenous warrior's scrawny arm buckling downward into a strange angle.