“Let me do it," said Damian in a Low voice.

Boswell took a look at the leaf Damian was aiming at. The shape of it was similar to that of a lotus leaf, except it was not as big in size.

The leaf was about the same size as an adult's face and now it was filled with a lot of urine.

After tidying up his pants, Boswell turned around and glanced at the minibus. The two men who had been sitting inside the whole time also got out of the minibus. They stood by the door of the minibus, smoking and glancing at them from time to time.

Suddenly, an idea came to Boswell. He shouted at the gangster in front of him, "what's that behind you?"

The gangster looked back in confusion and found nothing.

When he looked back, however, his face was met with a splash of something Liquid that had a strange smell.

"Hahaha!" The boys burst into laughter, and the sound of their giggling voices seemed to be fading into the distance.

Before he could remove the leaf from his face, he heard another man shouting, "Barry, the twerps are running away! Hurry up!"

Barry Wolfson cursed and looked at the leaf on the ground with a long face. He finally understood what it was.

"Damn it! How dare you throw pee on my face! When I catch you two little rascals, you'll be sorry.

Thwack! Barry received a hard blow to the back of his head. The two men who were smoking beside the minibus rushed over, while Barry was still standing there, scratching his head.

“Fuck! You're an idiot, Barry! Hurry up!"

“Okay!" Barry followed the two men and ran into the forest.

Suffice it to say, the two brothers were very cunning. They knew that they should run along the trail in the forest so that the gangsters wouldn't be able to catch up to them by the minibus. They might have inherited this from Erica. They ran as fast as they could, scuttling through the forest quickly. They knew that as long as they kept off road, the kidnappers wouldn't be able to come after them in the minibus.

If they had taken the road, the gangsters would have caught up to them in no time.

Fortunately, they had Lived in Tow Village before, a place fortified by mountains in the south, west and north. This wasn't the first time they had found themselves inside the woods which was why they didn't feel frightened or Lost.

These gangsters, however, weren't as dumb as they seemed. They were professionals who knew how to track the two boys by following the trails they left behind.

After about ten minutes, they found themselves deep inside the forest.

At a fork in the path, Boswell grabbed Damian's hand, huffing and puffing to catch his breath.

"Damian, let's split up. Remember, when the coast is clear, get back on the road and wait for me there."

Gasping for air, Damian nodded to show that he knew what the plan was.

Boswell started to worry about his brother when he sensed a hesitation in Damian's expression.

“Damian, are you okay?"

Damian swallowed and answered, “Don't...worry. Just go... I can do this..."