35: Chapter 35 The Leap of Faith from the Thirty-Story Floor

"Clatter—!!!"

Under the extreme high-frequency resonance, the reinforced glass appeared incredibly fragile.

Accompanied by this deafening crash, the side of the thirtieth floor of the Jianghai City International Convention and Exhibition Center instantly had a huge chunk missing, looking just like a cookie that had been viciously bitten.

The howling wind rushed in, whipping up the tablecloths and napkins in the banquet hall, making them look like countless white ghosts dancing in chaos.

Qin Feng stood with his back to the night sky, arms wide open, and fell backward.

In that instant, it felt as if time had been set to slow motion.

Countless crystal-clear glass shards fell even slower than he did, refracting the light from the searchlights and the moon, resembling millions of diamonds scattering all at once.

And the man wearing the clown mask bathed in this incredibly luxurious "diamond rain," plummeting toward the endless abyss.

The scene was breathtakingly beautiful, yet mad enough to make one's blood run cold.

"Qin Feng!!!"

Xie Qingshang, like an enraged leopard, threw himself toward the opening regardless of the danger.

The fierce wind stung his cheeks, and his trench coat whipped loudly in the air.

He clamped his hands tightly onto the jagged glass edge, blood instantly seeping from between his fingers, but he felt absolutely no pain.

He leaned half his body out, his bloodshot eyes fixed intently on the black dot below that was growing smaller and smaller.

Thirty stories. Over a hundred meters in height. Below was a hard concrete plaza.

This wasn't an escape; this was suicide!

"Madman... a complete and utter madman..." Xie Qingshang gritted his teeth, his voice squeezed from the depths of his throat, carrying a tremor he didn't even notice himself.

Even after catching criminals for so many years, he had never seen anyone dare to perform such a literal "leap of faith" without any safety measures.

In the livestream, the barrage of comments from tens of millions of viewers paused for a brief moment.

In front of their screens, countless people covered their mouths, their hearts seemingly having stopped beating.

However. Just as Qin Feng had fallen about thirty meters, on the verge of turning into a pile of pulp.

"System, activate gliding assistance!"

Qin Feng struggled to adjust his posture in mid-air, having already cursed the system's ancestors eighteen generations back in his mind: "Damn you! Can you give me a helicopter next time? This is too stimulating, my heart can't take it!"

Although he was panicking on the inside, his hands remained as steady as a rock.

"Bang!"

The inconspicuous suit jacket on his back suddenly burst open, and a pitch-black micro-pilot chute shot out violently.

But it was too small. For the weight of an adult male, this chute would at best allow him to shout two more lines of last words before hitting the ground; it couldn't provide any significant deceleration.

Xie Qingshang's pupils constricted. "It's useless... opening a chute at this height is just asking for death..."

But the next second, a scene occurred that made everyone doubt their own sanity.

A strange buzzing sound suddenly drowned out the wind. Immediately after, a wildly designed, modified drone equipped with four heavy-duty rotors, like a ghost in the dark night, burst out from the shadows on the side of the building without any warning.

It was extremely fast, even leaving an afterimage in the air. Hanging beneath the drone was a high-strength carbon fiber crossbar. That was the monster that Gu Heng, that tech geek, had spent two sleepless nights modifying using industrial-grade motors.

"Snap!" A crisp impact sound.

Just at the moment when Qin Feng's falling trajectory and the drone's flight path were about to intersect, he thrust his hands out and grabbed the crossbar with absolute precision!

The immense downward inertia was instantly converted into forward kinetic energy. The drone's motors let out an overwhelmed roar, the fuselage sank violently by five or six meters, sparks flew everywhere, but in the end—it held!

Just like Spider-Man catching a web in the movies, Qin Feng was carried by the drone, carving a bizarre arc through the air that defied the laws of physics. The original dead-end of a vertical fall was forcibly turned into an ultra-low-altitude swing!

"Holy sh*t!!!" The livestream exploded instantly. The barrage of comments erupted like a flood, directly causing the server to lag.

"Is Newton not going to stop him?! Is this even an operation a carbon-based lifeform can come up with?!"

"My physics teacher's coffin lid can no longer be held down! Has the law of conservation of momentum been eaten by a dog?"

"Gu Heng is the GOAT! I want this drone too! Where's the link? I'm going to buy it!"

"Is this Joker? Treating the sky as a stage and gravity as a toy? This is just too damn cool!"

The famous extreme sports expert "Sun Wukong" directly tipped one hundred Carnivals in the livestream and pinned a comment: "Don't ask, just call it a miracle. I'm watching this move on my knees."

In the night sky, Qin Feng held the crossbar with one hand, his body swaying in the wind as the drone pulled upward. He even had the leisure to raise his other hand and make an incredibly arrogant "goodbye" gesture toward the tiny figure at the opening of the building.

Subsequently, the drone carried him past the dense array of police car lights on the plaza and dashed toward the unfinished building across the street.

"Chase! Chase him!!!" Xie Qingshang slammed his fist hard against the window frame, glass shards piercing into his flesh, blood streaming down.

He turned around and roared into the walkie-talkie: "Where are the helicopters?! Where are the snipers?! Don't let him land! Shoot down that drone!"

However, it was too late. Qin Feng's figure had already vanished into the darkness across the building, like a drop of ink dissolving into the deep sea, leaving no trace behind.

Inside the banquet hall, the wind gradually subsided, leaving only a scene of devastation.

Zhao Shanhe limped to the window, looking at the pitch-black night sky, his old face full of complicated emotions.

He reached into his right pocket and felt the hard diamond necklace, along with the crumpled sticky note.

"This kid..." Zhao Shanhe sighed, took out the necklace, and held it before his eyes.

Under the moonlight, this "heart of the ocean" that had been lost and found—or rather, never truly lost—refracted a mocking light.

"Director..." The SWAT Captain beside him approached cautiously, "Have we... been played?"

Zhao Shanhe didn't speak. He just shoved the necklace back into the hands of the equally bewildered event organizer, then turned to look at Xie Qingshang.

That Consultant Xie, who was usually infallible, was leaning against the wall, head bowed, his bangs covering his eyes, making his expression impossible to read.

But the unfinished piece of dark chocolate in his hand had already been crushed into powder.

"It's not over." Xie Qingshang's voice was very soft, yet it sounded like ice squeezed from between his teeth. "Qin Feng, we're not done."

Ten minutes later. In an old district of Jianghai City, in a dim alleyway.

A dilapidated wuling hongguang was parked in the shadows where the streetlights couldn't reach, its body still trembling slightly, whether from the aging engine or because the driver, Pei Ji, was still shaking.

"Bang." The side door was pulled open. A man wearing a tattered suit, his hair messy but still devastatingly handsome, climbed inside.

Qin Feng slumped into the passenger seat, took off the suffocating clown mask, and panted heavily.

"Water... give me water..."

Su Tang quickly handed over a bottle of mineral water, her eyes full of excitement that hadn't yet faded: "Brother! That jump you just made was so cool! Really! It was even more romantic than Titanic!"

"Romantic my foot!" Qin Feng gulped down a mouthful of water, rolled his eyes at her in annoyance, his hand still trembling uncontrollably.

"I almost really went to see the King of Hell! If that damn drone had been half a second late, you'd be burning paper money for me this time next year!"

"That's technology! That's art!" Pei Ji in the driver's seat gave a thumbs up while crying, "Brother Feng, the tips in the livestream just broke a hundred million! Really! We've really struck it rich this time!"

Qin Feng slumped on the chair, feeling as if his bones were about to fall apart.

He pulled a shiny object from his pocket. It wasn't the heart of the ocean. It was just the high-imitation glass bead from Yiwu that he had used as a swap during his magic performance.

Just now in the air, he had been gripping this thing tightly, treating it like a straw to cling to for his life.

Qin Feng held the glass bead up to the streetlight outside the window. The inferior glass was full of air bubbles, but at this moment, it looked even more dazzling than the real heart of the ocean.

"You really gave it to Director Zhao?" Alice leaned over from the back seat, a rare hint of a smile on her cold, beautiful face.

"I did." Qin Feng tossed the glass bead into the air and caught it steadily.

"That thing is too hot to handle; carrying it is just like carrying a tracker. It's better to give it to the police officers to build up some favor, and by the way..."

Qin Feng's lips curled into a mischievous smile, the expression belonging to Joker reappearing. "By the way, to kill the heart and punish the spirit."

"Let's go." Qin Feng reclined the seat and closed his eyes, masking the exhaustion and madness in them. "The show is over; time to go have a good meal to celebrate."

The wuling hongguang let out an overwhelmed roar, spewed a cloud of black smoke, and slowly drove into the night.

And behind them, the entire Jianghai City did not sleep all night.