"Screech——"
A piercing brake sound.
The motorcyclist executed a supposedly cool drift, stopping his bike right in front of Qin Huan.
In the process, blocking Zhang Feng's path too.
Little did he know, there was nothing cool about his so-called impressive stunt.
The newcor exchanged a glance, looked at the rider, and revealed a hint of helplessness in their eyes.
They intended to ignore him and walk away.
But the rider was relentless.
He boldly removed his helt.
That dense yellow hair was just too standard.
Yet, the mont he took off the helt, Zhang Feng frowned slightly.
Sothing seed to flash through the yellow-haired man's pupils!
But upon closer inspection, Zhang Feng saw nothing.
He paused slightly, thinking to himself, "Did I see it wrong?"
The yellow-haired man, oblivious to what Zhang Feng saw, tucked his helt under his arm, whistled at the drifting white-clad Qin Huan, threw a seductive glance, and spoke in a frivolous voice:
"Hey beauty, alone?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Huan imdiately rolled her eyes, glanced at Zhang Feng.
Without a word, that jade-like white arm quickly wrapped around Zhang Feng's elbow.
Was she using Zhang Feng as a shield?
Qin Huan even retorted to the yellow-haired man:
"Are you blind?"
Her voice was cold, carrying a slightly neutral tone.
Honestly, paired with Qin Huan's beautiful face and pure outfit, it was indeed kind of distracting.
But the yellow-haired man did not care about this, looked at Zhang Feng with disdain, and said:
"Him? Does he count?"
"Does he have a motorcycle? Probably doesn't even have an electric bike?"
"Apart from being handso, what else does he have? Beauty, ditch him, co, take a ride with ! I'll take you for a spin! Let's ride to the mountains!"
As he spoke, he patted the small seat of his motorcycle behind him, which couldn't even fit a butt.
He threw another seductive glance at Qin Huan.
Qin Huan heard this and directly reached into Zhang Feng's jacket.
Of course, it was the outer jacket!
She pulled out Zhang Feng's badge, held it up to the yellow-haired man, and said:
"He indeed doesn't have, but he has this. Believe it or not, he can turn your motorcycle into his?!"
"I warn you, if you don't leave, I'll have him charge you with reckless driving! Do you believe it?"
That police insignia on Zhang Feng's badge was so dazzling and colorful!
The yellow-haired man suddenly panicked:
"Oh no, police officer!"
"Sorry for disturbing you, I'll leave right away!"
He put on his helt, twisted the throttle.
With a "vroom," he sped off into the distance!
In his helt, though Qin Huan and Zhang Feng didn't hear him cursing about "what's so great about being a cop," they could easily imagine it.
However, Zhang Feng's eyebrows raised slightly then.
Just now, seeing his police badge, the yellow-haired man's panic seed feigned?
Especially in the yellow-haired man's eyes, Zhang Feng seed to spot a hint of excitent!
Combined with the glimpse flashed earlier in his eyes, which Zhang Feng couldn't catch.
It left Zhang Feng with a strange sensation in his heart.
But what exactly was this feeling?
Zhang Feng felt the inspiration was there in his brain, just couldn't quite grasp it!
Yet, Qin Huan apparently didn't notice this.
She handed the badge back to Zhang Feng and said:
"Here, take it back. That punk really thinks he can flirt, thinking others are naïve little girls?"
It seed Qin Huan was speechless about the motorcyclist earlier, not forgetting to add a sarcastic remark.
Qin Huan's words interrupted Zhang Feng's thoughts, making him temporarily set aside the matter.
Zhang Feng took back his badge, put it away again, and said with a helpless smile:
"Why didn't you use your own badge?"
Qin Huan spread her arms, glanced down at herself and said:
"Do I look like I have pockets for a badge? It's left in the locker at the station, didn't bring it."
She then waved her hand and continued:
"Alright, forget about him, let's go get so food!"
"You're familiar with the area, wherever you think has good food, I'll treat you!"
Seeing Qin Huan's carefree deanor, Zhang Feng slightly curled his lip, looked down, and said:
"Food is one thing, but that yellow-haired man has gone, can you let go of now?"
As he spoke, he gently stretched his arm.
Indeed!
Qin Huan still had her arm tightly wrapped around Zhang Feng's.
If Lin Rui saw this scene, might explode again!
Qin Huan seed to realize sothing.
She glanced down, a bit of redness flashed across her cheeks.
But the color quickly faded; she didn't let go of Zhang Feng, but instead said:
"Oh!"
"Let hold a bit longer, lest another punk cos bothering !"
"Let's go, hurry up!"
Without further saying, she kept holding Zhang Feng's arm and pulled him forward.
Is that really the reason?
Zhang Feng's expression seed odd.
Ever since he wandered here, he found the won from the mountains were increasingly bold.
It had him a bit paranoid every day!
Was Qin Huan's purpose for holding his arm really that pure?
Zhang Feng didn't know, and Qin Huan… also probably didn't know.
The two gradually disappeared into the dimly lit street ahead with these thoughts.
But, soon after they left.
The sound of a motorcycle roared again.
The yellow-haired rider, who previously "feared" the police officer, took a huge U-turn and returned!
He took off his helt, stared at the backs of the two ahead, eyes filled with excitent.
He actually removed his gloves and pulled out his phone, dialing a number.
The call was quickly answered, and the yellow-haired man imdiately said:
"Brother two!"
"I think I found the woman you told to find!"
Exactly as Zhang Feng speculated.
That earlier look from the yellow-haired man, sure was questionable!
He wasn't drawn to the white-clad beauty out of lust!
Instead, he had other intentions!!
Elsewhere, in an unnad city within a nondescript building.
A structure resembling a vacant warehouse.
Four square tables were set up inside, with four n in their thirties playing mahjong.
In front of each of them were stacks of cash.
Obviously, those were their stakes!
If it were just cash, fine.
But atop the cash before them lay a black handgun!
One man, with a thick cigar hanging from his mouth emitting blue smoke, held the phone impatiently and said:
"Who is it?"
"I've told you to find many won, which one? Eight thousand!"
While talking, he didn't forget to discard a card from his hand.
The voice on the other end, the yellow-haired man's, was extrely excited:
"Ah! Brother two, it's that one!"
"The one the grand master specifically told us to look for!"
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