One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Instead, it gently exhaled a breath of pink mist, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, following the direction of the bone flute.

As if it had a life of its own, the mist silently seeped into the tiny cracks.

After doing all this, Chachai took half a step back and clasped his hands together.

He began to recite a passage of obscure Thai scripture quickly and in a low voice.

Less than three seconds.

"Click".

A crisp metallic click rang out as the door unlocked.

The driver's cab door was opened from the inside!

Song En and Nida exchanged a glance, both seeing a chill run down their spines in each other's eyes.

Chachai's methods are truly impossible to guard against!

Chachai chuckled as he pushed open the door and peeked inside.

Inside the cockpit, the pilot and co-pilot sat blankly in their seats.

Their eyes were wide open, but their pupils were completely out of focus, covered with a faint pink halo.

His hands rested stiffly on the control lever like a puppet.

"Thank you for your hard work, brothers."

Chachai walked over to the pilot and patted him on the shoulder in a very familiar manner.

He bent down and brought his face close to the pilot's ear.

The smile on his face remained bright and sunny, but the words he spoke carried an irresistible, eerie magic:

"The wind outside is too strong. I'm afraid of heights, and it would hurt a lot if I broke my bones."

Chachai reached out and gently drew a circle on the pilot's chest:

"So, could you two please work overtime and lower the plane just a little bit?"

"Just drive to that open space where there are no trees."

Is it okay?

The pilot's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he answered in a flat, monotone voice:

"Landing command received...confirmed..."

After saying that, the two immediately pushed down the control lever.

The transport helicopter, which had been hovering in mid-air, began to descend steadily as its nose dipped.

Chatchai clapped his hands in satisfaction, then turned and waved to Song En and Nida, who were staring in disbelief outside the door:

"It's all set. Boss, Nida, come in and sit down for a bit. It's windy outside, but we have air conditioning in here."

Song En walked into the driver's seat with a dark expression.

He looked at the two pilots whose minds had been completely controlled, and then at Chatchai, who was smiling innocently.

Even as the team leader, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

"Your skill with the Bewitching Gu is getting more and more refined," Song En said in a deep voice.

"Oh, it's just a trivial little trick."

Chachai leaned back in the passenger seat, watching the ground getting closer and closer outside the window, and said cheerfully:

"Everyone's here seeking wealth and fame; fighting and killing only damage relationships. Why be the fool who jumps out of the plane when you can land comfortably?"

Three minutes later.

Among the various national teams who, due to a lack of landing methods, crashed and ended up covered in dust, some even hanging from tree branches and cursing loudly.

The Thai team's helicopter landed smoothly on a flat area overgrown with weeds.

The hatch opened.

Chachai, wearing flip-flops, was the first to stroll down.

He even turned around and waved to the pilot in the cockpit:

"Thank you both for giving us a ride. Please be careful on your way back!"

This Thai-style hardcore emergency landing truly embodies the word "pragmatism" to the extreme.

As each team completed their landing on the island using various bizarre and brutal methods.

This is a crazy game ostensibly about communication, but in reality, it's a hunt.

Finally, on this paradise island with no way out, the bloody curtain was officially raised.

Chapter 337 Sister Bao'er: First, prepare a roast suckling pig for me!

The outskirts of Paradise Island.

A super-large, high-tech monitoring platform suspended on the sea surface.

The organizing committee named this place "Paradise Garden".

It is a safe zone specifically for team leaders, logistics personnel, and invited major sponsors from various countries to watch the games.

The interior design of the platform emphasizes a blend of luxury and technology.

A huge circular holographic projection floats in the center of the hall, displaying real-time monitoring footage of various areas on the island, so clear that even the fine hairs on the contestants' faces can be seen.

The hall was covered with a thick carpet, and the sofas were arranged in a fan shape.

The long dining tables around the perimeter were continuously served with top-quality cuisine and fine wines from around the world.

now.

The overseas representatives gathered here were holding wine glasses in twos and threes, glancing at each other on the screen.

"The way these young people landed is truly wild."

Jack, the team's director in charge at Behemoth, was sitting on the main sofa with the best view.

He slowly removed the cap of his cigar with a pure silver cigar cutter, holding the thick Cuban cigar between his fingers, a smile playing on his lips.

Jack is different from Ron.

If Ron is the kind of radical who likes to wear his ambition on his sleeve, then Jack is a venomous snake who likes to plot in the shadows.

Besides representing Behemoth to oversee their own team, he also had a crucial, clandestine mission during his visit—

A close look at that legendary nemesis of China.

“Mr. Jack, it seems that the Chinese team leader did not jump from the plane with his team.”

A French representative approached, carrying a glass of champagne, and lowered his voice:

"I heard he caused a scene at a banquet before. How could the organizing committee actually allow someone who completely disregards diplomatic etiquette to enter the spectator area?"

Jack lit his cigar, exhaled a puff of grayish-white smoke, and smiled noncommittally.

"Rules are always meant to restrict the weak."

"As long as he doesn't compromise the fairness of the competition, we certainly welcome team leaders from any country to come here... for a cup of coffee."

The voice just fell.

"Ding~~"

The two high-tech doors of the viewing hall smoothly opened to the sides.

The conversation in the hall paused briefly at that moment.

Dozens of pairs of eyes, each a different color, all turned to look at the doorway.

The first to come in was the clarinet pusher carrying the food cart.

His face was dark, and he was irritably loosening his tie as he pushed the cart.

"That old bastard Zhao Fangxu definitely did it on purpose. That bow tie is so tight I can barely breathe. I'm definitely going to file for work injury when I get back to China."

"Take a deep breath, Brother Guan."

Xiao Zizai, who was walking next to him, patted his shoulder. He was also wearing a suit, but it looked very well-fitting and refined on him.

Xiao Zizai said in a gentle tone, with a hint of teasing: "Who told you to have such a thick neck, hehe."

Behind them.

Feng Xingtong, carrying a briefcase, looked every bit the promising young master of a wealthy family, dutifully following Zhang Tianyi's side.

Zhang Tianyi himself had one hand in his pocket and the other holding a handheld game console with a Pikachu design, his thumb flying across the buttons.

He didn't even look up, just sauntered in wearing flip-flops.

Feng Baobao, walking at the very back, was holding a large, pure gold wine vessel in her arms.

The wine vessel was as big as a washbasin, and she held it to her chest like a beggar's broken bowl.

Two big eyes were scanning the buffet table in the lobby, their target clearly identified.

This group of five stood in this hall, which exuded an international elite vibe.

The scene was like a group of street diners suddenly walking into a Michelin-starred restaurant and ordering grilled lamb kidneys.

The strong sense of incongruity left the foreign representatives present exchanging bewildered glances.

"Fuck..."

Jack paused slightly in the way of his cigar.

Is this the monster that was highlighted in the top-secret internal report?

This looks like a young man addicted to handheld games and a disorganized tour group!

But Jack is a smart man.

He immediately put his cigar on the ashtray, stood up, forced a perfect, enthusiastic smile, and went to greet her.

"Oh! This must be Master Tian Shu!"