Chapter 296: The Summoning Whistle—Time to Bring Your Brothers to Me!

Hardy lay on the ground, glaring up at Wang Yun with pure humiliation in his eyes. And there was Wang Yun, just squatting in front of him, watching as he blew on the whistle.

“Louder! Come on, put some effort into it!” Wang Yun taunted like he was cheering on a little pet.

Hardy’s face was turning bright red as he put everything he had into blowing that whistle. Hard to say if he was more angry or just venting his frustration.

Around them, the others exchanged helpless, awkward glances. Bound as they were, they couldn’t do anything. And Wang Yun wasn’t about to cut them loose.

“Uh, I need to…go,” said one of Werner’s men, his voice coming from somewhere deep in the fog. 

He’d blended in so well that without speaking up, no one would have noticed he was even there.

“Just go right there. No one can see you,” Wang Yun said, completely unconcerned.

Right as he said that, the sound of someone relieving himself filled the air. Werner, standing nearby, turned his head away, staring down at his now-splashed shoes with a look of pure, bitter shame. This was humiliation on another level.

“Ugh, I feel dizzy. I can’t keep this up,” Hardy gasped. 

He’d blown the whistle so much he’d started inhaling traces of the toxic fog. Sweat was now breaking out on his forehead.

“Then let someone else do it,” Wang Yun said. 

He then stood up and strolled over to Werner. He was making them—the captains themselves—sound the whistle for help. After all, his brothers, his own people, were in this mess because of them.

“You’re up.”

Wang Yun handed the whistle to Werner, looking as relaxed as ever. Werner’s face went pale with rage.

“Wang Yun, I warn you, have some respect. You can kill me, but you can’t humiliate me,” Werner gritted his teeth, his usual gentlemanly demeanor pushed to the edge by Wang Yun’s taunts.

Wang Yun raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So you can set traps, but I can’t? When you brought that girl into your scheme, I didn’t see any of these so-called principles.”

He tossed the whistle at Werner. “Blow it. Call them here, and maybe you’ll survive. Don’t blow it, and you all die.” 

With that, he fired a shot at a nearby program inspector, and a beeping rang out. The inspector was out.

“Wang Yun, you—!” Werner roared in fury.

“Well? Gonna blow it?” Wang Yun asked, eyes narrowed.

The eliminated inspector slumped to the ground, looking defeated. To make things worse, he’d just finished taking care of business. Now he had to fall over somewhere nearby, looking thoroughly embarrassed.

Viewers in Wang Yun’s livestream were losing it, laughing nonstop at the ridiculousness. Wang Yun was truly in his element.

“Still not blowing?” Wang Yun raised his arm, aiming again. 

Werner panicked, shouting, “Fine. I’ll blow it.”

With a scowl, he pursed his lips, and Wang Yun shoved the whistle into his mouth. The sound echoed through the forest, way louder and more forceful than Hardy’s attempt.

“When you get tired of blowing, pass it to the next person. Everyone can take turns,” Wang Yun said with a smirk.

He then casually walked over to the tree where Captain Marley was tied up. He plopped down right next to him.

Alfa was sitting nearby, looking too terrified to move. He wore glasses and was in his forties. He was not someone Wang Yun saw as a threat, so he didn’t bother him. 

Time slipped by.

Without a clock or phone, they would’ve had no idea how much time had passed. The thick fog still hung heavily around them, with no hint of clearing up. The trees were completely still, making the place feel like a sealed-off pocket in the forest.

Two hours later, Wang Yun finally stood up, stretching and yawning. He’d actually fallen asleep, right there, with all of them watching. He had slept well too, completely unbothered by the eyes on him. In fact, with so many people around, he could relax more, knowing someone would alert him if anything happened.

“Still blowing that thing? Alright, take a break,” he said, glancing over at Alfa, who was looking a little pale. 

Alfa, relieved, lowered the whistle and took a few deep breaths.

The group looked weary and grim, fully aware of Wang Yun’s real plan. He was trying to lure in the others scattered around the mountain. They kept blowing the whistle for two reasons. Partly because they were forced to, and partly because if their team heard it, they’d likely arrive with reinforcements. With enough people, maybe they’d finally have a shot at capturing Wang Yun.

“Relax, you’ll all be free soon,” Wang Yun said, glancing toward the west. 

The west side was still shrouded in thick fog, but it was like he could see right through it.

He’d woken up the moment he heard the faint sound of Wu Yaoming’s group. Two hundred people, just two kilometers away now—probably about twenty minutes.

“Not bad, they’re faster than I thought,” Wang Yun muttered, almost to himself, which made everyone around him look shocked. 

They followed his gaze but saw nothing. 

Was this guy serious? Did he have X-ray vision or something?

Werner couldn’t help but wonder, then quickly dismissed it. No way. Normal people didn’t have that kind of ability. Then why had he said they’d be free soon?

Just as everyone was puzzling over this, Marley was the first to speak up.

“You into racing or something?” he asked.

Wang Yun didn’t turn around, just kept his hands in his pockets and answered lazily, “Nah, I’m just an average guy. How could an average guy know fancy stuff like that?”

“Then how’d you outdrive my coach? Some of those moves of yours… even pro drivers can’t pull them off,” Marley pressed, refusing to let it go. He’d come here for one reason–to get revenge for his coach.