Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 593 - 590 The Cause

Nightfall descended on the Kii Peninsula, and bright sparks flew from the high railway as the train passed by, with pedestrians hurrying by and neon lights shimmering diffusely through the rain.

But that was in the Kii Peninsula’s busiest metropolis, and in the more remote Taiji Town, there were no colorful signs and advertisements, just the undisturbed black sea.

After pouring rain for more than ten hours straight, all one could see under the round streetlights was a uniform grey expanse, with no clear distinctions.

No sooner had the door’s lock snapped shut than a window on the other side opened, and a man with a burlap hood leaped into the room.

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Richard and the others tensed at once, but relaxed their stiff postures once they made out who the newcomer was.

The hood soaked through to the hair beneath, giving off a strong scent of earth; the short-sleeved shirt was wrung out, releasing a stream of brown muddy water and then shaken clean.

"Phew, fell over on the way here, covered in mud. Where’s Bi Fang? Isn’t he here yet, or am I late? Oh, thanks."

Mugalen scratched his wet hair, the rainwater gathering along his thick, bushy eyebrows and dripping down his jawline to splatter on the floor.

He thanked Mond, took the dry towel that was handed to him, wiped off the mix of sweat and rainwater, then casually hung it on the rack, only for the rusty hanger to unexpectedly break off and crash to the ground.

The edge of the tube, corroded into a hollow pattern, shattered, spilling a pile of red-brown rust debris all over.

Mugalen lifted his hands, "Oh, sorry about that; I didn’t mean to."

"No worries, we’re used to it, just leave it there," smiled Richard, gesturing for Mugalen to take a seat.

Mugalen glanced around the narrow room, finding nowhere suitable for him to sit.

No wonder Japanese people have such stocky legs, kneeling all day long, doesn’t that get tiring?

The people beside him shuffled over, revealing once again the spot where Bi Fang had been sitting, and Mugalen took his seat: "So, where is he?"

Mugalen’s build was even larger than Bi Fang’s, and his arrival made the already cramped space feel even tighter, almost creating an illusion that breathing had become difficult.

Richard glanced toward the door not far away, "He’s already left."

"So, the counseling session is over, and there’s nothing else?"

Regret tinged Richard’s voice, "Yes, sorry about that, for making you come here for nothing."

Mugalen chuckled, "Well, that’s not entirely true. It’s actually convenient without him here. Otherwise, it would be a bit awkward; cough cough, I do have something I wanted to discuss with everyone."

Everyone leaned forward attentively, ready to listen.

Just as Mugalen was about to speak, he suddenly stood upright and sniffed, "Wait, what’s that smell?"

"Oh," Mond had an epiphany, "just a second."

He stood up and opened the bathroom door, and a more intense stench wafted out.

The city’s sewers, already in disrepair and gradually clogged, couldn’t withstand the downpour’s strain, often burbling with dark water, spread a faint toilet odor through the cramped housing.

Mond, adept at dealing with this, took out a few plastic bags, crumpled them up, and stuffed them into the drain to block the flow of black water.

The stench in the air dissipated significantly.

Mugalen looked around in surprise, "You guys are living here now?"

Keke managed a wry smile, "What can we do? It’s already good enough to have a place to stay. At least we don’t have to sleep in the park and avoid being chased away by the police."

Mugalen took a deep breath, finding his visit to Japan to be fraught with challenges.

People were filming everywhere; a single mistake could get you arrested and deported, and now there wasn’t even a place to stay, forcing them to rent abandoned houses from a lame old man, and even then, they faced intermittent extortion.

Sighs filled the room as everyone pondered their situation.

After a moment of silence, Mugalen spoke up, "Well, we can only make do for now. Let’s continue talking..."

In the cramped room, everyone listened intently, and as they did, their expressions grew increasingly animated, filled with astonishment as they looked at Mugalen.

"We started at the beginning of July, and now it’s mid-August. Almost a month has passed, and as time goes on, the risk of Bi Fang helping you all being exposed grows greater."

"The Japanese are very stubborn. We can’t even understand their thought processes, but one thing is clear—they are not fools. No matter how well we do, we must also consider the day Bi Fang is exposed. Ladies and gentlemen, have you thought about the aftermath when you asked Bi Fang for help?"

The air grew even more silent.

"Deportation back to his country?" Mond asked.

"I don’t know."

Mugalen shook his head, his gaze fixed firmly on everyone, his tone resolute, "But it’s precisely because we don’t know that we cannot take this risk!"

"What’s your plan?" Jerret spoke up.

Mugalen was here to discuss this matter; he surely had a well-thought-out solution.

Mugalen nodded, "Yes, I have an idea—that in a few days, I’ll turn myself in!"

The electrical expert was confused, "Turn yourself in? What do you mean?"

"In the next few days, I will intentionally expose some flaws. When they come looking for me, I will take full responsibility for all the consequences and duties. As long as someone admits to everything, it can significantly shift their focus."

"Even if they still sense something is off, we can at least buy another month. By then, Bi Fang will definitely no longer be in Japan, and if anything happens, the danger won’t be too great."

"But what about you? As you said, no one knows how the Japanese government will react in desperation. What if they insist that you’ve stolen secrets?"

"That’s even more reason for me to go in," Mugalen said calmly, "I’m just a small fry who likes to hunt in the mountains, with little influence. But Bi Fang is different; he’s a big shot. The people he knows, the influence he can wield, it’s all much greater than mine."

"If I go in, he has the capacity to get me out. But if he goes in, I don’t have the power to do the same for him. So, I’ll go."

A bolt of lightning split the sky in half, and in the room briefly illuminated by its flash, the listeners’ faces revealed a look of shock.

Mugalen’s participation was an unexpected development.

Who Bi Fang was and what he had done were well known to everyone present, and they had almost all seen his broadcasts.

But aside from Jerret and Mond, the others were quite unfamiliar with Mugalen.

If not for Bi Fang’s invitation, they wouldn’t be sitting in the same room at this moment.

"You..." Mandy tried to say something but hesitated for a long time, "Ah, alright then."

This was the optimal solution.

If someone had to be discovered, it was better that it wasn’t Bi Fang.

The most capable should not be confined to a small cage.

A wild tiger is truly a tiger only in the wild.

"That day, there was a torrential rain, and those were his exact words," Richard’s blue eyes stared intensely at Bi Fang, his tone sorrowful.

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"Bosen’s arrest was an accident, but it’s unlikely he’ll admit to having anything to do with Dolphin Bay, so Mugalen proceeded with the plan. He told us not to tell you beforehand because you would not agree."

The two were silent for several minutes.

A moment later.

"I’ll get him out."

Bi Fang said.