Before Barry came over, the boy jumped to the other side of the hole and bent down, pressing his hands on his knees. As he gasped for air, he waited for Barry to get close.

Barry had sweat running down his forehead once he noticed the boy had stopped. He took the opportunity to lean against a tree and regain his breath as well.

"Son of a bitch, I finally caught up with you..."

Damian took a few steps back and pretended to reason with him.

"Stop chasing me. Please let me go. My father is rich. I'll tell him to give you money. How about that?"

“No. If I let you go now, I'll be killed when I head back. The money will be of no use to me if I'm dead." Barry took a few steps forward, his legs visibly weak.

Suddenly, Damian turned around and ran away. Barry reacted immediately and picked up his pace to go after the boy.

But to his surprise, after a step or two, he stumbled and fell into the hole.

"Ahhhh!" He screamed in pain. He had almost broken his leg with the fall.

When Damian heard Barry's cry, he knew that he had fallen into his trap. Looking back, he laughed at him and provoked, "Come and catch me!"

Barry struggled to pull his right leg out of the hole, but before he could stand up, a sharp pain came over his ankle.

It was sprained.

Noting his pursuer nursing his sprained ankle, Damian felt relieved and sat on a big stone to take a rest. He had run for a long time and his mouth was dry.

He took a rest for a while and followed the sound of water to find a stream, ignoring Barry's shouts.

Fortunately, the stream was clear. He couldn't wait around long. He drank two mouthfuls of water to moisten his throat, and then washed his face.

As soon as he washed his face, he heard faint footsteps behind him. He suddenly turned and spotted Barry.

Barry dragged his injured ankle behind him and chased Damian, and was closing fast. He was three meters away, and showed no signs of slowing down.

Startled, Damian stood up in a hurry, balanced on the pebbles in the stream and crossed to the other side.

Barry made his way down to the stream as well. He picked up a mouthful of water and took a couple sips.

“You guys really must be part of the

Hilton family. I've never seen kids as resourceful as you two.”

They were only three years old, but sometimes their intelligence seemed to dwarf that of a teenager. It was terrifying!

Damian blinked his eyes and answered proudly, "Of course we're smart.

We're as smart as Dad!" To be honest, sometimes he felt that he took after his mother more, because he felt he was not quite as smart as his brothers.

Everyone knew who Matthew was, and they knew that angering him was dangerous. However, Barry had no other choice but to kidnap these two kids. But as dangerous as Matthew was, his boss was the more immediate threat. He wouldn't disobey him. Not if he wanted to live, at any rate.