Chapter 328: In the Future, I’ll Spare You Three!

The three of them ran off.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wang Yun, Brother Hu, and Xiao Gang fled without hesitation.

Above them, the three Captains aboard the helicopter stared in disbelief at the scene, but there was nothing they could do. Meanwhile, Zhao Youcheng and his group, the closest pursuers on the ground, were still three kilometers away.

Running wasn’t an option to catch up with Wang Yun; even on an electric bike, they’d likely still fall behind.

“He… he just escaped like that?”

“No way, just like that?”

“This guy has nerves of steel! Who runs off immediately after being rescued?”

The crowd couldn’t believe their eyes.

The earthquake was still ongoing, and Wang Yun had been through a series of life-threatening situations. After narrowly escaping death, anyone else would have been grateful to have survived and stayed put.

But Wang Yun? He leaped off a helicopter and bolted as soon as he landed.

This kind of audacity wasn’t just shocking. It left everyone in awe.

While many people at the scene were left flabbergasted, the livestream audience erupted in cheers, full of admiration for Wang Yun.

“This guy is a total pro! He’s fully immersed in his role!”

“Even real fugitives wouldn’t have this kind of courage! First, staying in the earthquake’s epicenter, and then jumping out of a helicopter!”

“Raw, bold, fearless! Wang Yun is the real deal. I wonder if any actual criminals are taking notes watching this live.”

“He’s practically giving a masterclass in evasion tactics!”

The chat was flooded with comments praising Wang Yun’s tenacity and courage. For the audience, this was peak excitement, the kind of spectacle that left them on the edge of their seats.

As Wang Yun sprinted ahead, Brother Hu and Xiao Gang trailed behind, too winded to even speak.

It was as if they were running against time itself.

Above them, the helicopter still hovered noisily, though its pilot was struggling to control its direction. Thankfully, for now, it didn’t seem capable of turning back to pursue them.

“Boss, where are we even going?” Brother Hu shouted through labored breaths.

Since entering the mountains five days ago, their lives had been pure chaos—poor food, little sleep, and constant danger. He thought the forested area would be safe, but the earthquake had shattered that illusion.

Then, just when he thought death was imminent, the program inspectors had pulled off a dramatic rescue.

For a brief moment, he’d believed the game would pause and give them a chance to catch their breath.

But Wang Yun had other plans.

With a simple hand signal, Wang Yun had urged them to flee.

It was a hand signal he’d once jokingly explained to them: “If we’re ever in deep trouble and can’t communicate verbally, use this hand signal to indicate escape. Flip the standard distress signal to mean the opposite.”

What was a casual remark at the time had now become their lifeline.

“Up ahead is a seaside amusement park,” Wang Yun shouted back while running. “If we make it through the park, there’s a highway leading straight to the city. The road cuts through the mountains. If we get to the mountains, their chances of catching us drop dramatically. But for now, we’ll hide in the amusement park. The earthquake isn’t over, and it’s the safest place to lay low for a while.”

Brother Hu and Xiao Gang nodded, pushing themselves to keep up.

The amusement park was massive, complete with infinity pools connected to the sea. Searching for someone inside would be like finding a needle in a haystack.

Plus, due to the earthquake, the area had been evacuated, leaving it deserted—a perfect hiding spot.

“How much longer until the earthquake ends, Boss?” Xiao Gang asked, nearly stumbling as the ground shook again.

Wang Yun glanced at the distant sea. The waves were still fierce, though they seemed to have lessened slightly.

“Probably another seven or eight hours,” he estimated, looking up at the stormy sky.

The helicopter’s noise overhead was fading—it had landed safely at the port.

“Thanks for the help,” Wang Yun muttered under his breath.

“If we cross paths again, I’ll spare the three of you.”

The three he referred to were Wu Yaoming, Hardy, and Werner.

As he spoke, his words were captured clearly on the livestream.

Arrogance.

Defiance.

An unapologetic declaration. The statement carried the weight of an emperor granting mercy to rebellious ministers.

“To spare them a life.”

A fugitive granting clemency to law enforcement it was laughable. For anyone else, such words would invite ridicule. But because it was Wang Yun who said them, the audience’s reaction was different.

They envied the three Captains. Wang Yun’s words felt like a royal pardon, a rare gift.

To the audience, Wang Yun’s words carried an undeniable authority, a sense of unshakable confidence.

Meanwhile, back at the helicopter, the three team leaders stumbled out, drenched and disheveled.

“Old Zhao, what’s the situation now?” Wu Yaoming asked into his radio, wiping his rain-soaked face.