Emily was startled. When she had fallen into the water earlier, both the flashlight and the pistol had been dropped. She hurried over with James Parker to search, and fortunately, the pistol was found quickly. She switched off the safety, and only then dared to approach the source of the groaning with James Parker.

Under the beam of the flashlight, they saw the scar-faced man lying on his side beneath a large tree. His right hand was wounded by a gunshot, his left arm had a deep cut down to the bone, and there was another wound on his calf. James Parker's dagger was stuck in the man's buttock, buried to the hilt.

After hacking wildly a few times... Emily looked in shock and suspicion at James Parker, who was equally dumbfounded, then glanced at the scar-faced man, who was bleeding profusely and looked utterly miserable... This kid is too much—could he be the reincarnation of the legendary God of Destruction? Their side was truly lucky...

With such serious injuries, the scar-faced man seemed to have lost all ability to resist. The two of them dragged him up the grassy slope, tied him up, and then took some bandages from their backpack to roughly stop his bleeding, so he wouldn't die.

The tent they had previously taken down was set up again, and the barely alive scar-faced man was placed inside. As for the less seriously injured man with the triangular eyes, he was simply tied to a tree and left to be rained on. After finishing all this, both James Parker and Emily were soaked to the skin. It was still only the middle of the night. James Parker took off his shirt and pants. After hesitating for a moment, Emily also took off her shirt and pants after turning off the flashlight, and hung them inside the tent. The three of them huddled together, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

When they woke up in the morning, it was still raining. Emily looked toward the light and saw that the tent flap had been opened a bit. The boy named James Parker was already dressed, sitting there eating and watching the rain. Looking back at herself, she realized she was only wearing a bra, underwear, and hiking boots, and her face flushed red. That little boy must have seen everything when he woke up... Emily quickly put on her half-dry clothes, finally feeling a bit more at ease...

After eating some biscuits, Emily took the pistol to check on the two bandits. The man with triangular eyes looked listless, drenched in the rain all night. Even if he didn't die, he was probably half-dead. But she didn't dare put both bandits in the tent—if even a child could untie the knots, she really couldn't be sure she had tied them tightly enough.

As for the scar-faced man in the tent, he was covered in wounds and probably couldn't run even if untied. However, seeing all these injuries, a trace of doubt suddenly arose in her heart: Wasn't all this a bit too coincidental...?

When the two children were tied up, she had seen that their hands and feet were bound tightly—there was no way she could have broken free. But how did that boy manage it?

When she failed to steal the dagger, he was the first to grab the gun...

When the scar-faced man was startled, the boy's gun accidentally fired, hitting the man's right hand...

When the man with triangular eyes tried to pounce, he strangely slipped, and the dagger ended up stabbing right into his thigh...

When the scar-faced man tried to launch a sneak attack at the end, the boy pushed her aside; when she fell into the water, it seemed she heard... besides the sound of rain, only the scar-faced man's screams. Was it an illusion? But those three wounds were just too coincidental...

If all of this was the boy's doing... how could that be? He was just a child...

Squatting in front of the trembling, groaning scar-faced man, Emily's expression was full of doubt and uncertainty. After a long while, she could only shake her head helplessly. Maybe she was just overthinking it.

Back in the tent, looking at the two children whispering together, she pondered for a while before finally voicing some of her displeasure: "James Cooper, why did you tell them about my family yesterday? Do you know, do you know..."

"Uh." James Parker was taken aback, then quickly said, "I—I didn't know... I just said it without thinking... I'm sorry..." Lily, who was beside him, also said, "Yeah, James Parker didn't mean it. Sister Emily, don't blame him."

Emily nodded. She had originally wanted to say, "I was almost humiliated because of what you said." But before the words left her mouth, she suddenly froze: Wasn't it precisely because of that sentence that they let her go? This child, could he have foreseen...

After a moment, she finally shook her head again. But then she saw the boy's expression stiffen, and he looked up. A moment later, some strange sounds mixed with the rain. Emily rushed out of the tent and looked up to see a helicopter flying through the rain. On the helicopter, someone was faintly waving at her.

Section Eleven: The End of Elementary School

The matter with the bandits thus came to an end. The helicopter was a search team sent by the Zhang family. What surprised James Parker was that there were actually two people on the helicopter holding sniper rifles, clearly professional-level special forces or mercenaries, which made him marvel at the Zhang family's strength.

The search team arrived just in time; the two bandits were not dead yet, but seemed to be barely hanging on. After listening to Emily's account of what had happened and checking the scar-faced man's wounds, the two special forces soldiers gave James Parker a few extra glances, but ultimately did not take any suspicious action.