“Our chief has arranged it. The helicopter will be here soon!"

"Good!"

On the other side, Boswell was chased by two adults at the same time.

He didn't dare stop, because he didn't want to be caught. Fortunately, he was more nimble than they were. But their Legs were Longer, and they were organized. Before long, one of his pursuers popped out of the brush and stood in his way. He thought about doubling back, and saw the other behind him.

The three of them stood in a stalemate, out of breath. They were only a few meters away from each other

After resting for a while, the man with tattooed arms threatened him.

“Caught at last!" he said ferociously.

"I'm so tired. I'll kick your ass for this!"

Absent-mindedly, Boswell plucked a Leaf from a green plant. He didn't bother to respond. He was hatching plans about how he might escape from these two men.

Two minutes later, the tattooed man walked towards him, an evil smile on his face.

Suddenly, Boswell leapt into the grass nearby. The tattooed man immediately followed him. Rather than climb the hill, he stopped and reached into the tall grass. The man immediately stumbled backwards when an iridescent black serpent reared up. The tattooed man screamed.

In response, it spread its hood and sank its fangs deep into the man's inked up arm.

Then the thing who had bitten the man slithered past him. He could see a horseshoe shape on its hood as it made its escape. He wanted to kill it, but it had already slithered away.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Boswell rushed out of the grass, made a face at them and ran down another path.

The tattooed man wanted to catch up, but the venom was starting to do its work. He felt faint, and his limbs felt rubbery. He was having difficulty standing, much less running.

When his partner saw what was going on, he didn't know whether he should stay here and take care of his buddy or continue his pursuit.

However, the tattooed man scolded him, “Find him! If the child runs away, we're both dead!"

The man nodded and left in a hurry.

The man with tattoos knelt on the ground. Their phones had already been lost because of the chase. At this moment, he could do nothing but let his body fall into the dirt.

Boswell could only run as fast as he could. He didn't know how long he had run before he came to the edge of a cliff.

He looked down, and saw a deep chasm. He stood beside it and shivered.

There was another cliffside near him, though, with roots he could hang on to and he could climb it.

There was no way back, so he had to bite the bullet and climb up the side of the other cliff.

Before the enemy caught up with him, he hid his little body behind a large stone. The man stood at the foot of the cliff and Looked up, but didn't see a thing.

Then he walked to the edge of chasm and looked down, wondering if the boy had fallen.