Chased to be A Husband

Chapter 2 102nd Escape

    Chase and Donna went to the downtown of Goldhale with their cousin. Chase was thrilled to leave Weiner Village because he had more chances to escape.

    Rennie Davis ran a hotel in Goldhale, a very large hotel. Chase was assigned to be a security guard, and the two village girls who came together served as waiters. As for Donna, because her looks were really "horrifying," she was arranged to help in the kitchen. Ronnie knew people well and could make good use of their traits. Donna looked like a disaster, but she cooked well. The whole village said she made the best food, and the kitchen was suitable for her.

    When they arrived in Goldhale, there were indeed more opportunities to escape, but Chase had two more troubles: This place was farther away from his home. If he wanted to go home, it was no longer a matter of climbing over a mountain. First of all, he had to figure out where it was, and then, he had to have money.

    Chase became more eager to learn, and he would read after work. However, a careful person would find that he was looking at local cuss and maps. That's right, he was looking at the map, and he had to be familiar with the way home.

    He also saved money, but he was desperate. Every month, Donna gave him only 300,000 NS$ of pocket money, equivalent to 100 NE$, that was, one pocket of ZIG-ZAG in the New South Kingdom. Yes, he only got one pocket of ZIG-ZAG for one mouth.

    Chase worked as a security guard at Rennie's Red Lotus Hotel for three months. With his pancake face and his silent meditating expression, he looked as hollow as an i***t and successfully upgraded his nickname "Dorky", which Donna had privately called him, as a well-known nickname to the public.

   Dorky was as stupid as an i***t, and he was as diligent as a machine. He soon found a way to make money: to help others get off work after work or on rest days. Each shift ranged from 200,000 NS$ to 500,000 NS$. Although the shift was not available every day, this was fast money, private money. With every shift, he felt that the day of returning home was one step closer.

    Finally, after others regarded his silence as an i***t and hard-work as a machine, he saved a sum of money, five million NS$, which was more than a thousand ZIG-ZAGs.

    He had long been inquiring about it: It's easy to reach the border of Goldhale Town. He needed to going out and turn to the bus station, take the east-bound long-distance bus, and then, transfer to the port after arriving at the border city. This took a total of two pockets of ZIG-ZAG. When crossing the border, he had to spend money to find a snakehead. This was a method used by many New Southerners who wanted to make fortunes in New East. It cost 10 ZIG-ZAGS to go from New South to New East, but only 2 ZIG-ZAFs from New East to New South.

    Money was available, and the route was planned. He had also scheduled what car to take, and how to find a snakehead. Chase's 102nd escape had everything in place. Now, he only lacked the opportunity to avoid Donna's informers and leave the Red Lotus. Besides asking her cousin and sisters to keep an eye on him, the fat woman Donna also bought three security guards and three waiters to watch Chase.

    To leave the hotel without being spotted before the coach leaves the city, he must find a perfect time.

    The opportunity finally came. Rennie was absent this day. Donna and her cousinswent shopping on the streets. Among the waiters and security guards, some went to the streets, and some of them were drunk and couldn't get up last night.

    "Great. God opens a door for me." Chase estimated that people who went to the street would not come back until dinner in the evening at the earliest, and he had observed it several times. As for those who were drunk and sick, as long as they didn't look for him between four and six in the afternoon, it would be fine.

    Half an hour from the Red Lotus to the station, there was a long-distance bus to the East side at 5 o'clock, and he could leave before 4:30.

    At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the KTV was closed, the food market was not yet open, and few people were checking in. The whole hotel was actually quiet. Chase patrolled around in pretense. Those who were working were immersed in their work, and those who were not working were drowsy. Chase turned into the toilet, changed into the security uniform, and left the hotel through the back door.

    He didn't run, and tried his best to control his drumming heartbeat, and turned around the corner as if he was shopping.

    "Hehe, no one notices me. The first step is successful." Chase beckoned to call a tricycle for carrying passengers. He couldn't take the bus, because it's too slow. There were few taxis here, and the streets were full of tricycles soliciting customers.

    "Go... to the station, the long-distance bus station..." Chase was very excited, and he stammered a bit.

    "Okay, take your seat, boss." The driver started the gear and refueled. The tricycle engine screamed strangely and started off with the car body jumping when entering the gear.

    Although the engine of the tricycle was loud, it started very slowly. Chase felt that his heartbeat was like an engine, beating wildly.

"Why the hell he starts so slowly? Can it be faster?"

    The tricycle finally ran up a little speed, and the driver turned to the second gear. Chase breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at the street scene that was slowly retreating, grinning.

"Woohoo, f**k you Weiners, f**k you Red Lotus, fuck...you big fatass Donna Weiner. I'm leaving! See you next life!"

    Chase was looking at the Red Lotus hotel with a smirk in an agitated mood, and suddenly he heard a scream of killing.

    "Stop, don't run..."

    "I'll kill you if you keep running."

    "Motherfucker, don't run..."

    "Guys, seize that son of b***h! I will reward you."

    "..."

    "Uh, is there a fight? Are those men stupid? How can they ask people not to run when they want to hit them? Do they think they are pigs?"

    Soon, Chase saw the fighting man, a man with short hair covered in blood, running out of the side street, chased by a gang holding iron bars and machetes.

    "Damn it! Are they making a movie? It's daytime, and on the street, there are actually so many people chasing and killing someone with their swords and sticks!"

    Ethan Blanc had been chased down several streets, and if he couldn't get rid of these bastards, he would die today. He had been praying for help, and suddenly saw a tricycle passing by at the street corner. He couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

"Is this the car sent by GOD? Thank you, GOD."

    Whoosh! ! BANG！

    Suddenly, Chase felt dizzy, and his eyes became blurred. The man with short hair covered in blood jumped onto the tricycle.

    "Go to the Three Alley at your fastest speed! Otherwise, I will kill you with one shot." There were too many enemies chasing behind, so Blanc didn't want to talk nonsense, and he used the stick in his hand like a gun to reach the back of the driver's head and shouted through the canvas.

    "Okay, okay, the fastest..." The driver shivered with fright, and the tricycle screamed and speeded up with black smoke.

    "Hey, what are you doing?  I called this tricycle! I'm going to the station. Man, go to the station..." Chase shouted.  Damn, whether you are making a movie or in a gang fight, don't delay my escape!

    "Shut your fat mouth up! I will kill you if you talk nonsense." Blanc grabbed his backhand behind his back and actually took out a pistol.

    "Uh, there is a real gun, but...

    Damn it, what's the matter with a gun? I called the car! It's okay to let you take a ride. But how can you change the route forcibly? What about my plan?" Chase was outraged, and a fit of nameless anger was burning in his brain. But looking at the black hole in front of the muzzle, he hoped that he could kill the opponent with his eyes.

    The two men stared at each other in the carriage, and the tricycle was spouting black smoke, swaying from side to side and going up and down, speeding at a breakneck speed. Seeing that he was getting farther and farther from the station, Chase almost cried out.

"Damn, my 102nd escape failed again."

    Da da! ! Buzzing! ! Various engines were screaming.

    The two were still facing each other, and suddenly a  string of tricycles, motorcycles, and cars from behind caught up with them.

"Oh my God, they are coming! Why come so fast?!"

    The tricycle itself was not good, but the driver who drove it was very skilled. He probably was terrified of being killed, so he tried his best to sway from left to right. He actually approached a motorcycle into a frenzy.  And he even forced two motorcycles into the pavement and knocked out a car that was approaching.

    A car chasing scene was staged on the street: A tricycle was chased by a bunch of cars running around the street.

    "Sir, they... they can't catch up on the street, but when we get to the avenue... we are in trouble." The driver panted and said to Blanc.

    "Goto the old town. Find an alley and look for a chance to get me off." Blanc thought for a moment and said. The driver stopped talking and drove the car quickly towards the old town.

    Chase was a little dizzy when he was shaken by the tricycle, which was like a pirate ship. He looked at the chasing enemies behind him and then at the short-haired man on the opposite side. He thought to himself: Has this guy forcibly refused these guys' mother or robbed their wife? What did he do to make them chase him like crazy?

    Goldhale town was actually not that big, so the tricycle swayed for a moment and soon entered the old town and into the crisscrossed old alleys.