Obsessive Tycoon and His Swan Girl
Chapter 478 - 437 How did I interfere?

Chapter 478: Chapter 437 How did I interfere?

Every direction showed traces of someone having passed by not long ago, walking towards different directions.

Fang Jun bowed her head to carefully distinguish the footprints and discovered they were all Fatty’s—she remembered clearly from before.

Now, Fang Jun had no way to determine which fork in the road ahead was the direction taken by Jiang Zhe’s team based on the footprints.

"Looking at this, could it be that the group ahead also got lost here?" a team member asked.

The junior sister knew full well that the group ahead was Jiang Zhe’s team; she replied indifferently, "Of course. It shows they tried every direction."

"That being the case, the group in front isn’t anything special after all, just relying on such crude methods to find their way," the team member, who had no understanding of Jiang Zhe and was unaware of what Jiang Zhe had done, confidently assessed.

Hearing his words, Fang Jun also felt there was some truth in them, thinking she had been too strict with herself, always believing that Jiang Zhe would handle such situations with ease.

Looking at the paths taken, even Jiang Zhe and his team had their moments of being no better than the rest.

Her expression instantly relaxed.

"Sister Fang, which path do we take then? How do we determine the direction? Surely, we’re not going to use the same crude method as the group before us?" another team member questioned.

Fang Jun was troubled; it was time for her to make a choice.

The assistant director wished he could send Fang Jun the information, telling her which was the correct path, but could only watch helplessly as she chose the wrong one.

He held the communication device in his hand, turning it on and off, then off and on again.

Indecisive.

The chief director took a leisurely sip of tea and said, "Fair, just, and open."

The assistant director gave him a glare, but eventually shut down the communication device firmly.

The chief director hummed a little tune.

The assistant director asked, "Don’t you feel even a little sense of pride as a resident of Beicheng Continent?"

"Pride is something they earn for themselves; I can’t give that to them," the chief director said slowly.

The assistant director pinched the bridge of his nose, deciding not to bother anymore. After all, he could only do what he was capable of, and these unexpected situations were out of his control.

The chief director remarked, "Actually, when you talk about the other groups’ speed and capabilities, they look quite good. From what I know, compared to the military trainees from past years, they’re not inferior. But who could have expected..."

Who could have expected the existence of someone as extraordinary as Jiang Zhe.

Then there’s Beifeng, who, although plain looking and seemingly unremarkable, managed to work with Jiang Zhe so seamlessly, enhancing Jiang Zhe like the wings of a tiger.

These two individuals, placed in different teams, would certainly create two especially outstanding teams.

Yet, as luck would have it, these two were in the same team; their luck was truly against the odds.

Meanwhile, Assistant Xu called the assistant director.

"Check if Jiang Zhe can contact the outside world. Block all her signals," Assistant Xu instructed.

The assistant director asked, "Do you suspect Jiang Zhe has outside help?"

Without saying much, Assistant Xu replied, "Just check it quickly."

What actually raised suspicions on Zhuo Jinman’s part wasn’t anything else but the issue with Jiang Yaowang.

That Jiang Zhe could find out about this matter so promptly caused a surge of doubt and unease in Zhuo Jinman’s mind.

The assistant director complied and went to check personally.

The chief director commented, "Saying that Jiang Zhe has outside help? I mean, who could instantly solve those questions? And what about the choices of paths, tell me, without the studio’s run sheet, who could know? Or are you saying someone directed her in the shooting incident? Or that she had assistance when she performed surgery on the lone wolf?"

The assistant director ignored him, checking for himself and found that although Jiang Zhe had a mobile phone, it was indeed without any signal.

It wasn’t that he needed such firm confirmation; rather, because the Secret Realm island had been uninhabited for many years, there were no communication companies setting up signal towers there.

The program group’s broadcasting this time also relied solely on a separately purchased satellite transmission method.

"Yes, satellite transmission," the assistant director reported back to Assistant Xu.

Assistant Xu immediately had someone check the satellite transmission method, but after the inspection, no suspicious or extra signals were found.

Zhuo Jinman listened to his report, her eyebrows deeply furrowed.

"How then did she receive messages from the outside world? Regarding Jiang Yaowang, she couldn’t possibly know if she couldn’t contact the outside."

Assistant Xu didn’t dare to speak.

Zhuo Jinman reflected deeply but came up with nothing.

She looked up at the screen; Jiang Zhe seemed to be making eye contact with her. After a moment, Jiang Zhe shifted her gaze and continued on her way.

...

In the jungle, a heavy rain suddenly began to fall.

Fortunately, Jiang Zhe was well prepared and had Xiaobao and Fatty gather many branches to build a temporary tent.

The branches seemed like tarred fabric, and as water fell on them, it automatically gathered and slid off, providing excellent waterproofing.

Sam Gault, tall and strong, followed them around, directed by Fatty without any complaints—the pop star icon worked without a word of grievance.

Once the tent was set up, a fire was lit.

The rain only began to fall at that moment.

Jiang Zhe sat inside the tent leisurely watching the rain curtain outside.

Beifeng heated some water in an enamel cup, infusing it with a kind of leaf, and soon a fragrance similar to tea began to spread.

"It smells so good," Fatty sniffed.

Beifeng didn’t look at him, and instead, set the boiling water aside to let it cool to the right temperature before handing it to Jiang Zhe.

Jiang Zhe took a sip and nodded, "Tasty."

Only then did Xiaobao and Fatty grab their cups to heat water.

"Once the weather clears up, Fatty, you can go out and press some footprints, get some exercise," Jiang Zhe said.

"Sure thing. You know, with all this exercise, I feel like my muscles are starting to show," Fatty flexed his biceps.

The assistant director couldn’t stand it any longer and opened the communication device.

"Jiang Zhe, I need to speak with you."

"Go ahead," Jiang Zhe replied, sipping her tea with a comfortable and contented expression.

"Could you please not interfere with the following team’s progress?" the assistant director asked.

Jiang Zhe turned her head, puzzled, "How have I interfered?"

Assistant director: "..."

He certainly couldn’t announce publicly that Jiang Zhe not leaving footprints for them was a violation of the rules.

"You see, we all came out for military training together, and helping each other out is what it’s all about..."

"If we’re supposed to help each other, why are we divided into teams and competing?" Jiang Zhe asked.

She continued, "Isn’t it said that the later a group arrives at the destination, the more points are deducted? So, if I wait for them and we all go together, how will the points be calculated then?"

The assistant director, due to the global broadcast, had to be circumspect in how he spoke.

He said, "Hand the radio to Beifeng."

Jiang Zhe passed the walkie-talkie to Beifeng.

The assistant director said to him, "While it’s a competition, we can’t have students from other groups getting injured or killed..."

"I am only responsible for my group; for the rest, please speak to the instructors of the other groups."