Chu Ge lay on his back in a corner of the forest, watching the first light tear through the darkness. He licked his lips, a faint upward curve at the corners of his mouth, revealing his signature smile.
Straightening his back, Chu Ge flexed his arms, then shifted slightly to lean against the trunk of a large tree, and began eating the leftover braised beef from yesterday.
If anyone saw Chu Ge at this moment, they wouldn't believe he was being hunted by top assassins from around the world. He looked completely relaxed, as if on a leisurely tour.
Soon, the braised beef was eaten clean, leaving him with only one last item.
It wasn't the M4 carbine he had taken from a Black man, but a tattered pair of underwear.
When he left Zhan Wushuang's cruise ship the night before last, Chu Ge didn't take the gun. Many thought he was too tense and forgot about it, but in truth, he just didn't think it was necessary.
