Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 211-1 David paused just three steps away from the spot where Aran had been pulled underground by the creature. He took an apple from his pocket, cracked it in half with a sharp "crunch," and tossed one half about 15 feet ahead of him. Then, he stood still, eyes fixed on the spot.

The bodyguards, trailing behind, suddenly understood the reason their boss had wanted food. He was a genius.

Less than two minutes passed when a slimy tentacle snaked up from the ground and wrapped itself around the apple, dragging it back underground. The team watched in awe. From David’s position to where the apple had landed was clearly a dangerous area.

Without missing a beat, David threw the other half of the apple, this time 30 feet farther.

Predictably, the tentacle grabbed it and pulled it underground.

David then pulled a pear from his pocket and cracked it with the same sharp "crunch." He tossed half of it 60 feet away. A full minute passed—nothing. Two minutes—still nothing. He then threw the other half of the pear to 45 feet, but once again, no tentacle emerged.

The group exhaled in relief. They’d figured it out. The creatures were active within a 30-foot radius, so as long as they could cross that distance, they could avoid them. But just as they were about to relax, David’s voice broke the silence.

more apples? Bring me

opening his pack and offering three large, red apples

and threw it exactly

before the tentacle emerged and snatched the

the bodyguards, watching in disbelief, gaped, "Boss... it’s picky! It

apples, testing the creature’s limits. When he threw one 160 feet, the

up to 160 feet," Nathan

clean and responded, "We’ll

the

glance, discarded the

geckos. Even those with injured arms gritted their teeth and