Seven or eight fierce-looking thugs with machetes charged into the tent, only to find no one inside.
They looked left and right, in disbelief.
There was a rustling noise, and they all turned to look at one of them.
The man said with an innocent face, "I've been keeping an eye on that guy. He didn't run out; he was right inside the tent. How could he... how could he just disappear? Did he dig a hole in the ground?"
Everyone hurriedly looked down everywhere for a hole but found none.
They only found a Coke bottle with the lid off.
That was indeed a hole!
But it didn't look like Li Hui could fit into it.
One of the thugs looked up and exclaimed in alarm, "Damn his ancestors! He didn't dig a hole in the ground; he made a hole in the sky!"
All of them looked up to see the large rip at the top of the tent, and they quickly ran out.
No matter how they searched, they couldn't find Li Hui's figure anymore.
At this time.
Li Hui was on a small hill seven or eight kilometers away.
