HLM – Chapter 1069 Fat Cat, the King of Rock Climbing

The well opening was far too narrow. Eva tried it—she couldn’t jump down either, and they didn’t know how deep the water was.

Wang Bo told the child below to calm down, but how could a kid stay calm in that situation? After flailing in the water a few times, he’d swallowed several mouthfuls and was coughing and crying uncontrollably.

The Fat Cat brothers also poked their heads downward. After taking one look, they sensed something was wrong. They lifted their heads to see Wang Bo and Eva both staring at them.

“Da Pang and Er Pang can swim?”

“They can. They just hate water. All felines can swim, actually.”

“Come on, Da Pang, Er Pang—don’t you dare run! Jump down there and bring that kid up for me!”

“Can they really do it?” Eva asked worriedly.

Wang Bo reached in and touched the inner wall of the well. It felt smooth, but that was because of a thin layer of wet mud coating it. Scrape off that shallow layer and underneath were rough bricks.

“No problem. Are you two going in by yourselves, or should I throw you in?” Old Wang glared at the Fat Cat brothers.

Da Pang blinked and pretended not to understand. Er Pang carefully backed away.

But that was refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit. Old Wang grabbed them both and stuffed them straight through the well opening.

And so, the Fat Cat brothers accepted their fate. Like turning screws, they spiraled down along the well wall, slowly climbing down.

Wang Bo used his phone flashlight to illuminate their descending figures. “Da Pang, Er Pang, be careful! If you can’t do it, don’t force it. Just stay down there and wait for me to rescue you.”

Eva said, “They can’t understand anything that complicated.”

Wang Bo knew that, but he was too anxious to stop himself.

Once the Fat Cat brothers reached the bottom, the child—under Wang Bo’s guidance—reached out and wrapped his arms around Da Pang and Er Pang’s waists, one arm around each.

Eva said worriedly, “His arms aren’t strong enough. I think we should wait a bit. It’s enough if Da Pang and Er Pang can help him float.”

Wang Bo felt the same, but the Fat Cat brothers didn’t understand such instructions. Once the boy hugged their waists, they started digging their claws into the brick gaps and climbing up.

Pallas’s cats had the greatest strength among felines—their physique said it all. Their hunting relied on explosive power and raw strength, unlike other felines that depended on speed and agility.

And Da Pang and Er Pang’s Soul Cores had both reached level two. With the improvements from the Lair Core and Beast Pasture Core, they were incredibly strong—immensely powerful.

The little boy, in a life-or-death crisis, also unleashed amazing strength. Clinging tightly to the brothers’ waists, he was hauled up step by step.

As soon as he was within reach, Wang Bo quickly grabbed the boy by the neck, and Eva seized his arm. Together, they pulled him out of the well.

Li Xing arrived with several villagers carrying ropes, poles, and buckets, but by then the boy was already safe. He clung to Eva’s arm, crying in terror.

Someone recognized the child—he wasn’t from a nearby village. After several phone calls, they finally managed to reach his parents.

Then a fire truck arrived. After learning the boy had already been rescued and was out of danger, the crew leader offered some comforting words before leaving.

The child’s parents were honest fishermen. Seeing their soaked son, the mother immediately burst into tears.

The father smacked the boy on the head and scolded, “You little brat! What were you doing at the reservoir so early in the morning?!”

The boy only cried harder, sobbing in his mother’s arms.

The man offered Wang Bo a cigarette, still shaken. “Thank you, brother. Good thing you were here. Otherwise my whole family would be done for.”

Wang Bo refused. “You should thank my friend. He was the one who noticed your kid had fallen in.”

The Fat Cat brothers whined unhappily on the side—Shouldn’t you be thanking us?!

Someone recognized Wang Bo—mainly because Eva’s foreign beauty was too eye-catching. In three or five villages, he was the only man who’d married a foreign wife.

The villages weren’t far apart; people here didn’t know Wang Bo himself, but they knew his parents. And with a bit of small talk, everyone could trace some distant relation.

The matter should’ve ended there. Wang Bo and the others planned to continue to the reservoir to collect snails.

But after a while, the child’s father came chasing after them. “Brothers, when you found my boy earlier… did you notice anyone else with him?”

“You see anything?” Wang Bo asked Na Qingyang hesitantly.

Na Qingyang shook his head. “No. Why?”

The man’s face was filled with fear. “My boy said a girl about his age brought him here. Then as they were walking, she pushed him into the well…”

Na Qingyang’s expression froze. “What the hell—did I just experience a real ghost story?!”

Eva wanted to say something, but after a moment changed her words. “Sir, when you get home, don’t ask him about this again. Take him to stay with a close relative for a while. He’ll be fine.”

The man hesitated. “Should… should I get a master to take a look?”

Eva smiled. “My family has been yin-yang masters for generations. Trust me—just let him stay with relatives for a bit, and he’ll be fine.”

The man thanked them and left. Na Qingyang hesitated. “Damn… are there really ghosts in this world?”

Eva shrugged. “Maybe. But this has nothing to do with ghosts. That kid is smart. There’s no way he came to the lake with someone else. He probably wanted to go fishing.”

“When I pulled him earlier, I saw fishing line wrapped around his wrist, and hooks and bait in his pocket. And didn’t you notice? There were marks on the well edge from something long scraping it—should be a fishing rod. When he fell in, he must’ve instinctively tried to use the rod to stop himself, but it didn’t work.”

“Obviously, he knew if he told the truth, his parents would scold him. So he cleverly used their fear of ghosts to shift the blame.”

“Sending him to stay with good relatives is just to calm his emotions. If they love him, they’ll comfort him properly. Once he feels safe and unafraid of punishment, he’ll stabilize.”

Wang Bo trusted Eva completely—she was a professional child psychology teacher. She routinely handled kids with far more serious issues. Analyzing this situation was nothing to her.

Na Qingyang finally relaxed. “Yeah, no kidding. If a ghost really wanted to hurt him, why would it leave us time to rescue him?”

Wang Bo waved his hand. “Alright, that’s the end of that. Let’s go get those snails. Once the water warms up, the big ones will dive deeper to escape the sun.”