193: Chapter 193 So many female prisoners! It makes sense to become a human trafficker again, right?

It's a military truck!

The convoy stopped in an open area not far from the frontline. Many soldiers ran over to help unload equipment and set up a stage, busy as bees.

"What is that?" Lanna noticed it too.

"Looks like it's your Yang Country Cultural Troupe." Qin Feng put down his binoculars, a curve forming at the corner of his mouth.

Yaro's heart skipped a beat; it was indeed the Cultural Troupe's vehicle.

It seemed the higher-ups had sent the Cultural Troupe to the frontline to boost morale.

"Looks like we're in luck." Qin Feng brushed the biscuit crumbs off his hands and stood up.

"What do you mean?" Yaro asked vigilantly.

"You'll find out in a moment." Qin Feng ignored her and looked at Lanna instead: "We're going to wade across the river later."

Lanna was stunned, then realization dawned on her, and her eyes slowly widened.

"Now? Isn't it nighttime?"

Qin Feng grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. To Yaro, that smile was more terrifying than a devil's.

"Pay attention, we're crossing the river soon. Find a safe place to hide, and Yaro and I will sneak in together."

He pointed toward the brightly lit, bustling temporary stage in the distance.

"I want to go too."

Lanna didn't trust Yaro, and she wasn't going to let the Chef go off on his own.

Qin Feng flatly refused, explaining: "I said we're sneaking in. You can't go; you're a Russian Girl. Your appearance is different from ours. You'd give us away the moment you showed up."

"Chef! Can you stop calling me a Russian Girl?" Lanna was a bit annoyed.

Along the way, she had been called a Russian Girl so many times by this bastard. Back when it was just the two of them, she didn't mind.

But now with Yaro here, the situation was different. Being called a Russian Girl felt weird.

Qin Feng was stunned, then said bluntly: "But you are a Russian Girl. If I don't call you a Russian Girl, what should I call you? A Russki? A fluffball? Mao-mao?"

"You…" Lanna was choked with anger.

For nearly a month, in her verbal sparring with the Chef, Lanna hadn't gained the upper hand even once.

She was so furious. Why was this man always so infuriating when he spoke?

No, she had to get back at him.

Even if just once!

Lanna quickly regained her composure, looked Qin Feng over, and instead of getting angry, she laughed: "You could call me big sister."

"Big sister?" Qin Feng was stunned.

"You? You want me to call you big sister? That's completely backwards! Get this straight, you're a captive."

"So what if I'm a captive? Can't a captive be older than you?"

Lanna intentionally tossed her wavy hair and said charmingly: "I'm 26 this year. Looking at you, you can't be more than 20. So what's wrong with calling me big sister?"

Damn! This woman is pretty, but she's actually six years older than me!

Qin Feng's heart skipped a beat. He had a competitive spirit; how could he let her get the better of him?

"Who's 20? I'm clearly older than you."

Saying this, Qin Feng blushed, feeling very insecure, but he still put on a brave front.

"Stop struggling. Didn't you say you've never even been in a relationship?"

Lanna sensed an opportunity, grabbed onto his weakness, and pressed her advantage.

"How is that possible? I'm a… a veteran in the field of romance!" The rookie Qin Feng exploded, refusing to admit it no matter what.

"Right, right, right… whatever you say." Lanna crossed her arms, her eyes frivolous, clearly not believing him.

Qin Feng was stunned, completely stunned.

He felt like Lanna was acting a bit strange today and decided to avoid the confrontation for now. He pointed at Yaro: "How old are you? Speak!"

"Twenty-four." Yaro said calmly.

Damn! Qin Feng's mind exploded.

How could this tomboy Yaro be that old? She looked about the same age as him!

How could she be four years older than him!

"Hehe…" Lanna laughed, a cunning laugh, as if she had stepped on the Chef's tail.

"You aren't younger than Yaro, are you? Come on, call me big sister!"

Yaro: "…"

Qin Feng, having his secret poked at, felt his face burning with embarrassment, completely frozen.

"Bullshit! How is that possible! I'm definitely older than both of you."

He stiffened his neck, refusing to admit defeat, forcing himself to save face.

"Also, get your roles straight. You are both my female captives!"

"Right! That's it, female captives. My private property. One's a little maid, the other… the other's a bodyguard."

The more he talked, the more Qin Feng felt this setup was good. He put his hands on his hips, forcing himself to regain some dignity.

Lanna: "…"

Yaro: "…"

The two women exchanged a look, both seeing a trace of speechlessness in the other's eyes.

Trying to reason with this man was like playing the lute to a cow.

Lanna couldn't be bothered to argue with him about the boring topic of age anymore; she had won anyway.

She crossed her arms and watched Qin Feng with composure, her eyes seemingly saying: Keep pretending.

Qin Feng felt uncomfortable under her gaze, coughed twice, and immediately changed the subject.

He pointed to the brightly lit area on the other side of the river, his expression turning serious again.

"Let's talk business."

He pointed to the stage being built in the distance and the Yang Country soldiers moving back and forth, his voice dropping.

"Our opportunity has arrived."

Yaro looked in the direction he was pointing, her heart sinking.

With the frontline retreating and morale low, the higher-ups wanting to boost spirits this way was standard procedure.

But she didn't understand how this became an opportunity for this man.

"You want to sneak in?" Yaro frowned.

"Not just sneak in."

A strange light flickered in Qin Feng's eyes, like a hungry wolf eyeing a whole flock of fat sheep.

These were all military merits. Plus, he could cause some trouble for the Border Defense Battalion and let the Dragon Country soldiers push straight through—it was killing two birds with one stone.

Just then, a cold system notification sounded in his mind.

[Ding! High-value target detected: Yang Country Cultural Troupe female soldiers.]

[Target value: 80 military merit/person.]

[Mission suggestion: Capture them all and bring them back to Dragon Country.]

Qin Feng's breathing hitched suddenly.

Eighty military merit each?

He quickly scanned the busy figures in the distance. Although he couldn't see them clearly,

just counting the women wearing arts troop uniforms, there were at least fifteen or sixteen of them!

Fifteen… that's 1200 military merit!

If he could take the whole troupe, including the men, the drivers, and the logistics staff, how much would that be?

He was going to be rich! This was military merit delivered right to his doorstep!

No! The male captives didn't have high added value; he might as well shoot them all.

Right! Only keep the women!

Qin the Money-Grubber's eyes instantly turned red.

Blowing up a supply station was a life-or-death mission, and it was only worth five hundred military merit.

Now, as long as he packed up this group of defenseless arts soldiers, his military merit would more than double!

System, you really are my sweet little darling!

However, a new problem arose.

Killing them all was easy, but the system said "capture."

To take a dozen female captives, cross through the Yang Country Border Defense Battalion, and then trek a long distance within Yang Country back to Dragon Country…

The difficulty was even greater than him single-handedly fighting through this defense line.

This wasn't a military operation at all; it was armed escorting combined with international human trafficking!

It seems this "human trafficker" job isn't so easy to do after all!