10: Chapter 10 Summary, System Skill Point Allocation

On the second floor of the bank, the air seemed to freeze.

Outside the window, the sirens remained shrill, sounding like the roars of countless trapped beasts.

Qin Feng leaned back on the sofa, holding the remote control that was only half-charged. He appeared to be boredly flipping through channels, but in reality, his consciousness had sunk deep into his mind.

The combination of the "Philosophical Judgment" and the "Flour Nuclear Bomb" from earlier had produced an explosive effect.

On the system panel, the red numbers were jumping frantically, moving so fast it was dizzying.

[Current Shock Value: 99,998,500...]

[99,999,100...]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host! Shock Value has broken the 100 million mark!]

That long string of zeros was eye-catchingly red and festive.

Qin Feng almost couldn't stop himself from jumping up from the sofa.

One hundred million!

If converted into appearance fees, could he buy a house in Jianghai City directly?

Unfortunately, this stuff could only be spent in the system mall.

[Detected that the host's situation is extremely dangerous. The system is automatically redeeming a Survival Gift Pack.]

[Congratulations on obtaining: God-level Driving Skills (24-hour Trial Card).]

[Skill Description: Whether it's a tractor or a fighter jet, as long as it has wheels (or wings), you are the coolest God of Racing on the street.]

[Congratulations on obtaining: Perfect Escape Route Map (Real-time Dynamic Version).]

"Finally, something practical."

Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief. The system still had some conscience; it knew that if it didn't give him a cheat soon, his five-thousand-yuan appearance fee would turn into a funeral pension.

With a thought, a 3D architectural blueprint glowing with a faint blue fluorescence unfolded in his mind.

Countless red lines represented the police cordon, densely packed, almost surrounding the entire bank like an iron barrel.

In this sea of red, there was a green arrow flashing tenaciously, guiding him toward the only way out.

Qin Feng followed the arrow with his eyes.

The starting point was the restroom in the VIP room.

The end point...

Was... the sewer?!

Qin Feng's expression under the mask instantly cracked.

That green line wound and twisted, passing through a septic tank, crossing sewage pipes, and finally leading to a stinking ditch two kilometers away.

"System, you bastard."

Qin Feng cursed wildly in his heart.

I'm playing a high-IQ hardened criminal, an elegant Godfather!

You want me to crawl through sewers? And I have to pass through a septic tank?

If word of this gets out, how am I supposed to survive in the entertainment industry? I'd become the artist with the 'strongest scent' before even debuting?

"Isn't there any other way? I'd even take jumping off the building!"

The system played dead and didn't respond.

Only that green arrow continued to flash tirelessly, as if mocking his fussiness.

...

"Bi... Big Brother?"

A trembling voice interrupted Qin Feng's inner roar.

Gui Jianchou approached timidly, his scarred face covered in fawning wrinkles.

He glanced at the increasing number of police cars outside the window, then at the still-composed Qin Feng, his heart filled with anxiety.

"That... our brothers... when will they arrive?"

Gui Jianchou lowered his voice, his eyes full of hope.

In his view, a Big Brother who could pull off something as grand as a 'flour thermobaric bomb' must have a world-class extraction team.

Maybe a reinforced company of mercenaries was already lying in ambush outside, just waiting for Big Brother to give the signal.

Qin Feng glanced at him.

Brothers?

Where would I get brothers?

I'm a one-man army, plus you, a cheap lackey I picked up halfway.

But could he say that?

If he said it, his persona would collapse, and this guy would probably tie him up on the spot and hand him to the police for a reduced sentence.

Qin Feng threw the remote control onto the coffee table with a crisp 'clack.'

He raised his hand, looked at the pocket watch that wasn't ticking, and then slowly closed the cover.

The movement was elegant and composed.

Then, he calmly uttered a single sentence:

"The car is already on the way."

In reality, he was thinking: That unlucky driver from the production crew should be arriving soon, right? The director promised there would be a car to pick him up.

Hearing this, Gui Jianchou's whole body shuddered.

It's a sure thing!

That tone, that calmness.

In Gui Jianchou's imagination, the phrase 'on the way' instantly transformed into a fleet of heavy armored vehicles charging at full speed, about to tear through the police lines with thunderous momentum!

"Big Brother is awesome!"

Gui Jianchou's face turned red with excitement. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles cracking. "I knew it! How could Big Brother fight an unprepared battle! These cops are finished!"

Qin Feng: "..."

Whatever makes you happy.

...

Meanwhile.

At the Huaihai Road intersection, five kilometers away from the bank.

A dilapidated black Santana, where everything made noise except the horn, was stopped at the crosswalk, black smoke puffing from the hood.

Sitting in the car was a young man wearing glasses, as thin as a monkey.

He was the driver the production crew had grabbed at the last minute, Pei Ji.

At this moment, Pei Ji was gripping the steering wheel tightly, sweat dripping from the tip of his nose, his whole body shaking as if he were breakdancing.

"Knock, knock, knock."

There was a knock on the car window.

A traffic officer gave a salute and looked at him expressionlessly. "Stalled? Let me see your driver's license."

Pei Ji jumped in fright, nearly stepping on the gas instead of the brake.

He tremblingly rolled down the window and, before the officer could speak, cried out: "Of... Officer! I didn't commit a violation! I... I'm just going to the bank to pick someone up!"

The officer frowned. "Pick someone up? Who?"

The bank ahead was currently surrounded and completely blocked off. This kid wanted to pick someone up from a place like that?

Pei Ji's brain twitched as he remembered the director's instructions: "Remember, stay in character! Have a sense of conviction!"

So, he swallowed hard, straightened his non-existent back, and stammered, "Pick... pick up Big Brother! We... we're going to rob the bank... then make a run for it..."

The air suddenly went quiet for two seconds.

The traffic officer was stunned.

He looked at this beat-up Santana, where even the rearview mirrors were held on with tape.

Then he looked at this "getaway driver" who looked ready to wet his pants and couldn't even speak clearly.

"Pfft—"

The officer couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.

"Alright, young man, you're quite the comedian." The officer shook his head with a smile and threw the license back into the car. "Young people these days are obsessed with celebrities, aren't they? Do you also want to go to the scene to see that Qin Feng?"

"Huh?" Pei Ji was dumbfounded.

"Alright, alright, move along quickly, don't block the road." The officer waved him off with an expression of pity for the mentally challenged. "With this car, you're gonna rob a bank? You'd struggle to rob a scrap yard. Drive safely, don't let the car fall apart."

After saying that, the officer turned back to direct traffic.

Pei Ji clutched his license, standing there bewildered in the wind.

I'm serious!

I'm really here to pick up a bank robber!

Why does no one believe me?

Do I not look like a bad guy?

The livestream camera happened to cut to this scene (car camera), and the bullet screen exploded with laughter again.

"Hahaha! I'm dying! This is the legendary heavy-duty extraction?"

"Hardened Criminal: I'm in a standoff with SWAT. Getaway Driver: I'm being mocked by a traffic cop at the intersection."

"Officer: This kid is a bit cutely stupid, let him go."

"Pei Ji: No one believes me even when I tell the truth. This generation of bank robbers is too hard to lead!"

"The whole world is helping Qin Feng maintain his lie. This level of support is unmatched!"

...

Inside the bank's VIP room.

Qin Feng had no idea that his "heavy armored fleet" had just experienced a social death.

He was being surrounded by a different kind of crisis.

A pink crisis.

"Um... Big Brother..."

Under the guise of tidying up the lunch boxes, Su Tang sidled up to Qin Feng like a little kitten.

She looked left and right to make sure no one was paying attention, then quickly reached out and lightly hooked Qin Feng's palm with her finger.

That instant of contact felt tingly and numbing.

Qin Feng's whole body stiffened; he almost gave the girl a shoulder throw out of reflex.

Before he could react, a neatly folded small note had already been stuffed into the gap of his glove.

This movement.

This expression.

It was exactly like a secret agent passing on nuclear codes that would decide the fate of the world.

Qin Feng's heart skipped a beat.

Could she be an inside agent?

Could this girl actually be a hidden expert, passing me the police deployment map?

Or maybe a backup code for the bank vault?

Qin Feng calmly withdrew his hand and, using his body as a shield, slowly unfolded the note with the most discreet technique.

His eyes narrowed under the mask, prepared to receive top-secret intelligence.

However.

There were no codes on the note, nor was there a map.

There was only a line of elegant handwriting, followed by a large smiley face:

[WeChat: SweetCandy520 (Note: Su Tangtang). I'll wait for you to get out of prison, heart~]

Qin Feng's hand froze.

That thin piece of paper felt like it weighed a thousand pounds at this moment.

He looked up and happened to meet Su Tang's bright, expectant eyes. The girl even winked at him, her cheeks flushed with a 'you know what I mean' expression.

Qin Feng: "..."

I don't know anything!

I'm robbing a bank! I'm risking my life against hundreds of SWAT officers! I'm considering whether to crawl through a sewer!

And you're trying to set up an online dating meet-up with me?

And waiting for me to get out of prison?

What kind of direction is this show taking?

Is this really a legal education program? Is it really not some special edition of 'If You Are the One'?

Qin Feng took a deep breath, feeling mentally exhausted.

He crumpled the note into a ball and casually stuffed it into his pocket.

He couldn't throw it away.

If he threw it and the girl burst into tears on the spot, the situation would be even harder to handle.

"Sigh..."

Qin Feng let out a helpless sigh, which was broadcast across the entire internet through his microphone.

Everyone thought it was the desolation of a hardened criminal facing a dead end.

Only Qin Feng himself knew.

It was a powerless complaint against this ridiculous plot.

"Since the car is already on the way..." Qin Feng stood up, his gaze sweeping over the ventilation duct opening in the corner, which was the first step toward the 'green way out.'

Although he was very resistant.

Although he really wanted to die.

But for those five thousand yuan... no, for this damn dignity of a hardened criminal.

"Then let's prepare to withdraw."

Qin Feng tightened his gloves, his gaze becoming sharp.

Sewer it is.

Aren't the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles heroes too?