34: Chapter 34 The Real Crisis: Battle in the Exhibition Hall

"There he is!"

Xie Qingshang's shout seemed to tear through the air.

He pointed at the back that hadn't yet managed to fully disappear into the crowd nearby, the bloodshot veins in his eyes ready to burst.

"That billionaire! That mysterious investor! It's Qin Feng!"

Xie Qingshang grabbed his walkie-talkie, spittle flying as he shouted, "Forget the necklace! The necklace is in Director Zhao's pocket—it's his mockery of us! The important thing is the person! Catch the one in the grey suit!"

"Whoever lets him get away, I'll skin them alive!"

The entire banquet hall erupted instantly.

The SWAT Team reacted with lightning speed.

"Click, click, click—"

A dense chorus of gun bolts being pulled echoed.

Dozens of infrared aiming dots danced wildly through the crowd, finally converging in unison on Qin Feng's back.

The red dots were so dense they looked like a polka-dot shirt.

Su Tang was hiding behind a pillar on the periphery of the crowd, covering her mouth, her legs shaking with fear.

"It's over, it's over!"

"This time, it's really over!"

"Dozens of guns! Even if he had three heads and six arms, he'd be riddled with holes!"

Qin Feng stopped in his tracks.

With his back to the dark muzzles of the guns, he didn't crouch down with his head covered as others expected, nor did he raise his hands in surrender.

He simply sighed.

Very lightly, very helplessly.

Like a corporate slave who just wanted to go home and lie down after work but was dragged back by their boss for overtime.

"Sigh."

Qin Feng turned around.

On that handsome face, modified by the system's [God-Level Disguise], there hung a playful smile.

He raised his hand and gently pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Consultant Xie."

Qin Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it had immense penetrating power, clearly drilling into everyone's ears.

"In such a rush to keep your guest? I'm very expensive, you know; my appearance fee is calculated by the second."

Xie Qingshang slid down the stairs from the second floor, looking disheveled; there was no trace of the elite consultant left.

He stared daggers at Qin Feng, gritting his teeth: "Qin Feng! Stop acting! Rip that skin of yours off!"

"Skin?"

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow.

He watched the SWAT Team encirclement closing in step by step; the surrounding guests had already scattered, screaming, leaving him a ten-meter-diameter vacuum zone.

"Since Consultant Xie doesn't like this look..."

Qin Feng reached out and grabbed his tie knot.

He gave it a hard tug.

"Rip—"

The expensive silk tie loosened, his collar opened, revealing his collarbone.

"Then let's switch to something everyone is familiar with."

He muttered in his heart: "System, remove disguise."

"Also, change my skin."

"I want the most classic one."

[Ding! Disguise removed.]

[Equipment loaded: Nightmare-grade item—'Joker's Carnival Mask'.]

[Special effect activated: Fear Aura Lv.3.]

The next second.

The bones in Qin Feng's face emitted a teeth-grinding sound; his originally gentle, jade-like features quickly collapsed and rearranged.

He lowered his head and covered his face with his hands.

His shoulders began to heave.

"Heh... hehe..."

A bone-chilling, low laugh leaked out from between his fingers.

When he looked up again.

The whole room gasped.

That face had changed.

A pale white base, exaggerated blood-red lipstick split to the ears, and two black tear tracks painted at the corners of his eyes.

The nightmare that kept all the police in Jianghai City awake at night.

The madman who treated the entire city as his playground.

Joker.

He was back.

"Ah—!!!"

I don't know which socialite couldn't hold back first, letting out a piercing scream.

This scream was like a starter pistol.

"Move! Pin him down!" the SWAT Captain roared.

Four burly men in riot gear lunged forward like four moving walls, aiming to lock Qin Feng down completely.

"Too slow."

Qin Feng tilted his head, a flash of mockery in his eyes behind the mask.

[System skill: God-Level Parkour (Grandmaster Version) activated.]

Just as those four large hands were about to touch his shoulders.

Qin Feng moved.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, slamming his right foot into the ground.

"Bang!"

The soles of those expensive handmade leather shoes actually cracked the marble floor tiles!

Borrowing this terrifying reactionary force, Qin Feng shot up like a rocket!

He braced one hand on the top edge of a SWAT officer's riot shield in front of him, curled his body into a ball in mid-air, and then performed an incredibly fluid front flip.

Over their heads!

The moment he landed, he didn't pause for a second, sliding along a long dining table covered with a white tablecloth.

"Crash—"

The champagne tower on the table collapsed like dominoes, wine splashing everywhere and glass shattering.

Qin Feng sprinted through the rain of broken glass, his movements as agile as a cheetah weaving through a jungle.

"Fire! Use the stun guns!"

Xie Qingshang yelled until his voice was hoarse.

"Zzzzt—"

Several barbed stun darts trailing wires shot out.

Qin Feng didn't even turn his head.

He rushed to the end of the table, tapped his toes, and launched himself into the air again.

This time, his target was—

The huge crystal chandelier overhead!

This chandelier was an old-fashioned European style, with crystal chains hanging down two meters long.

Qin Feng reached out and grabbed the metal frame of the chandelier.

"Hold on tight!"

He laughed loudly, exerting force from his waist and abdomen.

Hanging from the chandelier, he swung like Tarzan!

"Holy crap! Is this a Jackie Chan movie?!"

Pei Ji, hiding in the corner, watched the live stream on his phone, the potato chips falling from his mouth.

The comments in the live stream went even crazier.

"Damn! That move was too slick!"

"Newton's coffin lid can't be kept down anymore!"

"Swinging on a swing above the police chief's head? That's just absurd!"

"Brother's core strength is so good... hehehe..."

Using the centrifugal force from the swing, Qin Feng let go and leaped.

He drew a perfect parabola in the air, soaring directly over the densest area of the encirclement and landing steadily on a high platform on the other side of the banquet hall.

The moment he landed, he used the momentum for a forward roll to absorb the impact.

The movement was fluid, and not even a drop of wine stained his suit jacket.

But as soon as he stood up.

Two SWAT officers responsible for the perimeter had already rushed over, their riot forks about to be shoved into Qin Feng's face.

There was nowhere to avoid it.

This was a dead end.

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes, preparing to exchange for some "Super Strength Pill" to fight it out.

Just at this moment.

An unexpected change occurred.

Behind those two SWAT officers, a thin waiter carrying a tray suddenly slipped.

This slip was extremely bizarre.

Perfectly, he slid directly into the back of the left SWAT officer's knees.

"Ouch!"

The waiter let out a cry, and the tray in his hand flew out.

The heavy stainless steel tray seemed to have eyes, spinning as it sliced toward the right SWAT officer's helmet visor.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound.

The SWAT officer on the left was sent kneeling to the ground, and the one on the right was dazed by the tray, stumbling back several steps.

A huge gap appeared in the encirclement instantly.

Qin Feng froze for a second.

He glanced at the waiter lying on the ground.

The person looked up; although their face was smeared with cake cream from who knows where, those eyes were shockingly bright.

The waiter winked at Qin Feng with their left eye.

They cast an extremely flirtatious wink.

They even silently mouthed: [You owe me a favor, handsome.]

Thousand-Hand Guan Yin?

Qin Feng's mouth twitched.

Are master thieves these days all this unprofessional?

But now wasn't the time for snark.

"Thanks, brother."

Qin Feng pushed off with his feet and rushed out through the gap.

Ahead.

Was a huge floor-to-ceiling window.

It was ten meters high, made entirely of reinforced tempered glass.

Outside the window was the brilliant night view of Jianghai City.

And...

The desperate height of thirty stories.

Qin Feng's speed toward the floor-to-ceiling window didn't slow down at all; instead, it got faster and faster.

He even took the time to fix his hair, which had been messed up by the wind.

Xie Qingshang was chasing from behind with his men; seeing this, his heart contracted sharply.

An extremely ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

This is the thirtieth floor!

There were no protrusions outside, not even an external AC unit!

Jumping down meant becoming a pulp of flesh!

Unless...

Xie Qingshang suddenly realized something, his face turning instantly pale.

"Don't let him jump!!!"

Xie Qingshang's roar almost cracked his voice.

"That's reinforced glass! What is he trying to do?!"

Qin Feng heard the roar behind him.

He didn't look back.

Just when he was two meters away from the glass, he pulled a small metal device from his bosom.

That was the "gift" Alice had given him.

A high-frequency resonance window breaker.

Qin Feng slammed the device onto the glass.

"Beep—"

An extremely sharp, high-frequency sound wave erupted instantly.

The surface of that reinforced glass, which claimed to withstand typhoons, was instantly covered in spiderweb-like cracks.

Qin Feng grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

He ran, then jumped.

At that moment, he was like a bird flying toward the abyss.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

Qin Feng turned in mid-air, facing the pursuing Xie Qingshang, the dark gun muzzles, and Zhao Shanhe, who was still stunned in place.

He spread his arms, striking a pose as if embracing the sky.

"Today's performance ends here."

"See you..."

"Next time."

"Crash—!!!"

As his back slammed heavily into the cracked glass.

The massive floor-to-ceiling window shattered with a roar.

Countless crystal-clear glass shards poured down like a rain of diamonds.

In the terrified gaze of the hundreds of people present.

The man in the grey suit, wearing the Joker mask.

Adorned with the light of shattered diamonds.

Fell backward into the endless abyss and night.

...

"Madman..."

Xie Qingshang rushed to the broken window, the raging wind blowing in, making his trench coat flap loudly.

He leaned out to look down.

In the abyss, he could only see the light points of the glass shards flickering under the neon lights.

Where was the shadow of that man?

Only that arrogant farewell seemed to linger in the wind.

And that Joker mask with the painted smile, which couldn't be wiped from his mind.

Zhao Shanhe limped over, looking at the large hole, and swallowed hard.

"Old Xie..."

Zhao Shanhe squeezed the 300-million-worth diamond in his pocket, his voice shaking.

"Is this... something a human can actually do?"