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Chapter 693 Boss, he betrayed me.

The icy well water stimulated every nerve in Ona's body.

"No, I can't die here. It would be too humiliating to die in a place like this." A strong sense of unwillingness and the will to survive brought out Ona's full potential.

He suddenly held his breath and exerted force with his hands, which were behind his back.

His right hand precisely grasped the cold shackles that bound his left hand.

He had no tools, no help; his only reliance was his well-trained body and his extreme tolerance for pain.

"Snap." A dull, teeth-grinding sound echoed in my mind.

Ona's face was contorted with extreme pain, but with sheer brute force, he managed to dislocate and shatter his left wrist.

He endured the excruciating pain and slowly pulled his deformed, limp left hand out of the shackles.

With one arm freed, the flame of hope was ignited.

Next are the feet.

He wrapped his left foot around the shackles on his right foot, twisting his body into an incredible angle in the water, and once again unleashed astonishing power.

"Crack, crack, crack." The sound of bones breaking echoed in his mind again as Ona's right ankle snapped.

With sheer willpower, he endured the excruciating pain, gritted his teeth, and used the same method to free his right foot. Then, he did the same to free his left foot.

When his limbs were finally freed from their restraints, Ona felt as if his body had been crushed and reassembled.

With his powerful ability to hold his breath and his only remaining right hand, he clung to the rough cracks in the well's inner wall, slowly and laboriously climbing upwards.

Every inch of ascent was accompanied by excruciating pain from bone-on-bone friction and a rapid loss of strength.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally climbed out of the well and collapsed onto the muddy ground beside it like a lump of mud.

He lay there, panting heavily.

Beyond the exhaustion of surviving the ordeal, there was an overwhelming sense of humiliation and anger.

He, Ona, Thailand's number one assassin and a two-time Muay Thai champion, almost fell into a rural well and died at the hands of two low-level thugs.

This feeling of frustration was more painful for him than the injuries on his body.

Perhaps it was the stimulation of the cold well water, or perhaps it was the strong will to survive that unleashed his potential, but he felt that his vision, which had been blurred by the lime burns, was now clearer.

Although the view in the distance was still hazy, at least the outlines of people and objects within a few meters could be made.

This is undoubtedly a blessing in disguise.

He rested at the well for a while and happened to see a toad in a puddle next to the well.

He swiftly reached out with his right hand and accurately caught the toad that had come to watch the commotion.

With a blank expression, he quickly peeled off the skin and roughly covered the swollen, slimy toad skin with it on the broken parts of his feet and left hand, hoping to relieve some of the pain.

Then, he stuffed the skinned, still slightly twitching toad meat into his mouth, chewed it thoroughly, and swallowed it to replenish his almost depleted strength.

He leaned against the cold wall of the well house, forcing himself to calm down and think about his next step.

We must leave China as soon as possible!

He didn't want to stay in this godforsaken place for even a minute longer.

Just then, faint footsteps and voices could be heard in the distance.

"No, what are you worried about?"

"I always feel uneasy. After all, he's a professional killer. Can he really be that bad?"

"If you weren't comfortable with that, you could have just put him in a sack when you threw him down."

"Stop being so hindsight. I just came back to visit, so what?"

Judging from the voices, it sounds like those two people from before have returned.

Ona's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He silently grabbed a handy stone beside him, held his breath, and waited for his prey to enter his hunting range.

As the two blurry figures entered his remaining field of vision, Ona's arm muscles tensed sharply, and he hurled the stone in his hand at one of them.

With a muffled thud, the stone struck the skinny monkey precisely between the eyebrows. He didn't even have time to let out a scream before collapsing to the ground, motionless.

Having witnessed the skinny monkey get blown in the head by a rock, Ma Zi was already panicked. Then, seeing a wet, zombie-like creature quickly crawling over, he almost peed his pants in fright.

He fell to the ground, and as he tried to get up, Ona grabbed his ankle.

Ona suddenly dragged the pockmarked man in front of him, and with his only remaining right hand, he precisely locked his throat and twisted it forcefully.

Ma Zi's struggle stopped instantly, and his eyes became unfocused.

After dealing with the two men, Ona took their money and valuables and threw them into the well.

It was nearly dusk, and he crawled forward under the cover of darkness, quickly leaving the area.

He was completely unfamiliar with this place, and his only thought was that the earth was round.

He could only keep crawling forward.

Besides their cell phones, Ma Zi and Shou Hou also had more than 300 yuan on them.

Ona crawled forward, picking whatever was edible to fill his stomach.

Around 8 o'clock, he finally noticed a faint light ahead.

By this time, his clothes and feet were already covered in blood from being worn down.

Night fell completely. Ona had no idea how long he had been crawling. His clothes were worn out and stuck to the ground with blood and mud.

The wounds on his feet and left hand were even more gruesome to see after being rubbed against the rough ground.

Hunger, thirst, excruciating pain, and blood loss made his consciousness blur in waves, and he was only held on by a will to not die.

Finally, the hazy lights ahead became clearer and clearer, revealing the outline of a small town.

He crawled to the edge of town and hid in a dark corner piled with junk, observing carefully.

This is a typical small Chinese town, with narrow streets, dim streetlights, and occasional motorcycles passing by. Most of the shops on both sides are already closed.

He first crept around the town for a while, and after confirming the town's name, he took out the old-fashioned cell phone he had stolen and dialed a contact's backup number in China.

This number belongs to his direct contact in Thailand and serves as a bridge between him and his employer.

The phone rang for a long time before being answered. A wary voice came from the other end, asking, "Who is it?"

“It’s me… Ona.” Ona’s voice was hoarse and dry, with barely concealed weakness as he said, “My mission failed. I’m in Tianyue Town, Xiangyang County, Yueyang City, Hunan Province, China. My legs and left hand are broken, and my eyes are injured. I need to evacuate immediately. Please send someone to pick me up right away.”

He used almost all his strength to explain his miserable situation and his demands in a broken and fragmented manner.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, as if the person was shocked by the news. After a long while, they said, "Ona? How did you get into this state? Keep your phone on and track your location. We'll arrange things as soon as possible. Hang in there."

After hanging up the phone, Ona breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He needed to find a place to hide and get some supplies.

He found a small shop that was already closed and the lights were off, used a wire from the roadside to open the shop's roller shutter door, and struggled to climb inside. He found some bread and bottled water and wolfed them down.

After finishing his meal, he found a case of liquor and several rolls of bandages at the convenience store. Using his teeth and right hand, he managed to clean and bandage his wound.

He sent the address of the convenience store to the contact person again via text message. Then, he curled up behind a relatively hidden pile of cardboard boxes in a corner of the convenience store, listening alertly to the sounds outside while trying to regain his strength.

He dared not sleep, fearing that the devils from the brick kiln would come after him.

He thought he was a bad person, but after seeing that brick kiln, he realized what true evil was.

Unbeknownst to him, the contact person immediately reported his message to Chen Zhi upon receiving it.

Upon receiving the news, Chen Zhi was overjoyed and immediately dialed Cheng Yi's number, saying, "Boss, we have news about Ona. He's in a small town called Tianyue Town in Yueyang City, Hunan Province. We don't know what happened to him, but he's broken both his legs and left hand, and he's half-blind. He's barely alive."

Cheng Yi, who was on the other end of the phone, was also shocked upon hearing this.

He had imagined all sorts of scenarios of Ona's infiltration and assassination, but he never expected it to end like this.

"His arms and legs are broken? How did he do that?" Cheng Yi's tone was full of disbelief, and even a sense of absurdity.

"The specifics are still unclear, but they've definitely suffered a major setback," Chen Zhi remarked. "Our China is full of hidden talents, so it's not surprising that something like this happened."

"Okay, send me your location," Cheng Yi said in a deep voice.

Although Ona's current situation is miserable, his reputation as the number one assassin still makes him wary.

To be on the safe side, he decided to lead the team himself.

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Yi immediately instructed Zhang Gang to select two shifts of Black Panther security personnel, who set off overnight for Tianyue Town in Hunan Province.

Around 2 a.m., in a small shop in Tianyue Town, Ona's unease grew stronger.

His intuition, honed from years of walking the line between life and death, allowed him to sense a hint of danger.

The contact person responded promptly, but something still felt missing…

The shock and concern that should have been there for his serious injuries seemed far too mild.

and……

Just then, a series of rapid, hurried footsteps broke the tranquility of the street as they approached.

Judging from the voices, there were a large number of people, at least thirty or more, and their steps were heavy, indicating they were not ordinary people.

Ona's heart sank to the bottom, and his pupils contracted sharply.

No! This is absolutely wrong!

If the contact person is sending someone to pick him up, one or two people can come quietly at most; there's no need to make such a fuss.

A near-confirmed thought flashed through his mind.

His contact betrayed him.

This is not a rescue at all; it's more likely a cover-up.

A tremendous sense of crisis caused his adrenaline to surge. He braced himself with his right hand and recklessly smashed open the plastic partition of the back window of the convenience store. He rolled out like a slippery eel and crashed heavily onto the muddy ground behind the store.

"Over there, by the back window." Almost as soon as he landed, several Black Panther security guards who had arrived in front of the convenience store spotted him and immediately shouted as they surrounded him.

Ona lay on the ground, about to be surrounded.

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. He slammed his remaining right hand onto the ground, using the force to twist his body and unleash a deadly move from Muay Thai. His two seemingly crippled legs became like two hard iron rods, kicking the two men in front of him to the ground.

Taking advantage of the chaos created in that instant, Ona once again braced himself with one hand and instantly darted into the dense bushes and darkness behind the house. His figure flickered a few times before disappearing completely into the vast night.

"Chase him, he can't have gone far." Zhang Gang's calm voice rang out, and the Black Panther Security team members immediately spread out in a fan shape to begin the search.

But the darkness and the complex terrain provided Ona with the best cover.

Ona lay prone in the cold grass, holding his breath.

Outside, the footsteps of Black Panther security team members and the beams of their flashlights occasionally swept past, the closest they came to within five meters of his hiding place.

"Search carefully; he was seriously injured and couldn't have gone far."

"Holy crap, he's practically a superman."

"Do you think someone's reputation is earned through empty words?"

"Not here."

"Search of the eastern area complete, no findings found."

Ona's heart pounded in his chest, not from fear, but from the rage of utter betrayal.

He had roamed Southeast Asia for ten years and had never been so humiliated. He vowed to tear that contact to pieces when he returned.

But it's too early to think about these things now.

He had to take advantage of the brief chaos and the darkness to get as far away from the town as possible.

Tracking and counter-tracking are his instincts, even in such a severely injured state.

He listened carefully to the movements of the search team and determined their search direction.

He had to do the opposite.

The most dangerous place is the safest place.

Despite the excruciating pain in his limbs, he silently crawled towards the residential area on the other side of the town once again using his only intact right hand.

He avoided main roads and specifically chose narrow alleys or even drainage ditches as his routes.

He would stop after moving a certain distance, hide in the shadows, and carefully sense the movements around him.

After nearly two hours of arduous stealth, he successfully traversed most of the town and arrived at a dilapidated area of ​​bungalows slated for demolition on the other side of the town.

This place, with its crumbling walls, overgrown weeds, and almost no human presence, is an excellent hiding place.

He found a half-collapsed house and crawled inside, curling up in a relatively dry corner.

It's safe for now.

But Ona knew that this was only temporary.

Once it gets light, the search will definitely be more thorough.

He needed food, water, and medicine, but more importantly, he needed a safe way to leave China.

He took out his old-fashioned cell phone, hesitated for a moment, and dialed the number of the big boss. Now, the only person he could trust in the organization was the big boss.

"Who is this?" came the voice of the big boss from the other end of the phone.

Ona quickly recounted what had happened to him and how he had been betrayed by his contact.

The big boss was silent for a few seconds, then asked in a calm tone, "Oh, where are you now?"

(End of this chapter)