They rushed to a wall near the back door, both panting. Marlowe pointed to a sizable hole under the wall and instructed Mitchel, “Here's our way out. Hurry up and get through!"

Mitchel froze when he saw the hole.

He hadn't been in such a tough spot since he was a kid, and he had never climbed through a hole before.

Mitchel stood there, unsure of what to do next.

Marlowe heard footsteps getting closer and closer. Panicked, she turned around, nudged the dazed Mitchel, and said urgently, “Hurry, they're almost here!"

Mitchel had no choice but to crouch down and attempt to squeeze through the hole.

It was his first time in such a predicament. He had no idea how to manage it.

The hole was tight, barely wide enough for his shoulders to pass through. Once he managed to wiggle his waist through, he got stuck.

Marlowe had to push him from behind before he could finally pop out on the other side.

Pain shot through his wounds, but Mitchel had to ignore it for now.

He stumbled out of the hole and stood up.

Turning around, he saw Marlowe emerge smoothly from the hole. Before he could speak, she grabbed him and pulled him along the path.

Several massive cruise ships docked at the shore, drawing a crowd of island residents who hurried over to join the excitement.

In an effort to avoid the crowd, Marlowe and Mitchel darted through the alleys and soon found themselves near the sea.

Leaning against a wall, Marlowe caught her breath. She pointed to the cruise ships in the distance and said, "You can head straight to the seaside from here. I saw your cruise ships there."

After taking a couple of deep breaths, she waved at Mitchel with a friendly smile and added, “Goodbye. Go back and get some rest. Try not to be so careless next time."

Mitchel gave her a thoughtful look and was silent for a moment before reaching out towards Marlowe's face.

Startled, Marlowe tensed up, thinking Mitchel was about to touch her face.

However, Mitchel merely brushed away some grass that had stuck to her hair while they were sneaking through the alleys.

Realizing her misunderstanding, Marlowe blushed and quickly urged, "You'd better hurry. The people coming for you are probably waiting anxiously. I need to get back to my grandfather now. He'll worry if he can't find me."