46: Chapter 46 Who is the Prey?

"Brother Feng, can people really live in a place like this?"

Pei Ji kicked away some broken bricks on the ground, his voice trembling.

He plopped down onto the dusty concrete floor.

He looked like a deflated balloon, panting heavily.

The Ford F-650 lay horizontally not far away like a pile of scrap metal.

Its hood was still emitting black smoke, and the air was thick with the smell of engine oil.

The building wasn't finished yet; it was drafty on all sides, with rebar sticking out like fangs.

In the distance, the neon lights of Jianghai City were dizzying.

But in this quiet, unfinished building, the sound of police sirens was exceptionally piercing.

Qin Feng looked down at his phone, not responding.

The shock value on the system panel was still skyrocketing.

"1.2 million... 1.3 million..."

That "flying car" stunt from just now had sent the numbers through the roof.

"You're lucky to have a place to stay, you fatty."

Su Tang walked over with light steps, carrying two black plastic bags.

She took off her tattered straw hat, her long hair dancing in the wind.

Although her face was covered in dust, her large eyes were startlingly bright.

Pei Ji rubbed his weak thighs and muttered, huddled in the corner.

"The contrast is too much; my heart can't take it."

"This afternoon, I was still taking a bath in a five-star suite."

"And tonight, I'm here keeping company with cement?"

Qin Feng lifted his eyelids, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

"Think it's tough? You can go surrender right now."

"Zhao Shanhe will definitely have a heated single room ready for you."

Pei Ji's neck shrank back, and he gave two dry laughs.

"Never mind then, I'm afraid I'd end up sewing in prison."

Su Tang ignored the bickering between the two men.

She crouched in the corner and dug out a dusty little electric stove.

It was a piece of junk the construction workers usually used to heat up their meals.

"Sizzle—"

The stove was plugged in, and the dark red heating wire slowly began to glow.

In the pitch-black floor, this light looked somewhat eerie.

Su Tang moved quickly, peeling open two sausages.

She also fished out a few crumpled packs of instant noodles from the bag.

Finally, she even pulled out a squashed tomato.

"Conditions are basic, Brother Feng, just make do with this."

Su Tang muttered softly, her fingers moving steadily.

Qin Feng watched her back, his heart skipping a beat.

Usually, this girl killed without blinking an eye and was sharper with a knife than anyone else.

Now, guarding a broken clay pot, she looked like a gentle little wife.

"Let Old Pei do this work, you take a break."

Qin Feng reached out to take the clay pot.

Su Tang dodged to the side, a smile appearing on her face.

"That won't do; I have to do this myself."

Her gaze was persistent, revealing a hint of tenderness.

It was an expression that a single guy like Pei Ji couldn't understand.

Pei Ji sat nearby, gnawing hard on a cold, tough bun.

He felt like a high-wattage lightbulb right now.

It made him feel sour and miserable inside.

"I really want to vanish on the spot and not have to eat this dog food."

He complained wildly in his heart, but didn't dare to make a sound.

"But the smell of these noodles... is damn good."

As the water in the clay pot began to bubble.

The fragrance of the noodles spread throughout the empty floor.

This scent was completely out of place with the murderous atmosphere outside.

In the distance, searchlights were still scanning back and forth on the overpass.

The police were probably scouring the whole area looking for them.

Yet, in this corner of less than ten square meters, it was surprisingly cozy.

Su Tang served a bowl of noodles and handed it to Qin Feng with both hands.

"Brother Feng, hurry and try it while it's hot."

Her eyes shone brightly in the firelight, full of anticipation.

Qin Feng took the bowl, the steam warming his eyes.

He was indeed tired; every nerve had been taut for three whole days.

He took a sip of the soup, and the warmth flowed down his throat into his stomach.

His previously cold body warmed up completely at that moment.

"Your cooking is really good, much better than Old Pei's."

Qin Feng rarely gave a compliment, his tone softening a bit.

Upon hearing this, a blush rose on Su Tang's fair cheeks.

She served herself a bowl and ate in small bites.

Seeing this, Pei Ji hurriedly helped himself.

He slurped his noodles and asked vaguely.

"Brother Feng, can we really escape this time?"

"Interpol is here; our reputation has spread far and wide."

Qin Feng set down the empty bowl and looked at the brilliant lights.

"It's just a show; how could we not escape?"

Pei Ji rolled his eyes, his voice low.

"Bro, you call this a show? You've got some nerves."

"That playing card probably made Xie Qingshang so angry he's having spasms."

"I bet he wants to tear you apart right now."

Su Tang suddenly put down her chopsticks and stared at Qin Feng.

Her expression became unusually serious, even somewhat morbid.

"Brother Feng, I have an idea."

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow: "What idea?"

Su Tang shifted her position, leaning against Qin Feng's shoulder.

She reached out, seemingly wanting to touch the dust on Qin Feng's face.

But she pulled back halfway and clenched her fists.

"If one day we really mess up the show and have to go to jail..."

"Don't be afraid, I will always wait outside for you."

Su Tang's voice trembled slightly in the evening breeze.

"Whether it's ten years or twenty, I'll wait."

"As long as you can look back at me when you come out."

The soup Qin Feng had just sipped almost sprayed out.

"Pfft—"

He coughed violently, his face full of wry amusement.

"Su Tang, what kind of stuff do you have in that little head of yours?"

"This is just a reality show; we're getting paid to do a job."

"There's no need to stage this kind of life-and-death drama, right?"

Su Tang didn't laugh; the madness in her eyes was very real.

"I know it's a show, but I'm serious."

The entire floor went silent instantly; you could hear a pin drop.

The sausage in Pei Ji's mouth dropped right onto his pants.

He stared blankly at the two of them, his heart pounding like a drum.

"Help, the air pressure in this place is too low."

"Why do I have to suffer this kind of torture here?"

Qin Feng looked at Su Tang's stubborn eyes and felt a bit overwhelmed.

This girl was great in every way, but she just got carried away sometimes.

"Alright, cut the tragic drama."

Qin Feng forced a change of subject, his eyes becoming sharp.

"We haven't finished the real work yet, don't slack off."

Just then, the phone in his pocket vibrated wildly.

It was top-secret intel sent by Alice.

Qin Feng swiped the screen, and his expression instantly darkened.

On the screen was a real-time updated traffic monitoring map of the city.

Dense red dots had completely blocked all the roads out of the city.

"Take a look, this is what Alice sent back."

Qin Feng tossed the phone to the other two to see.

"The police have sealed off all national highways, expressways, and waterways."

"Zhao Shanhe has deployed a regiment of armed police to sweep the area."

"They are searching every house, unfinished building, and construction site."

Pei Ji took one look and was scared out of his wits on the spot.

"It's over; this time we really can't fly away."

"They've even moved thermal imaging cameras onto the overpass!"

Su Tang frowned, and that murderous aura emerged again.

"Brother Feng, should we just kill our way into the sewers and escape?"

Qin Feng shook his head, a playful smile appearing on his face.

It was the lawless, wild energy belonging to Joker.

"Walk out? That would be walking straight into the muzzle of a gun."

"Xie Qingshang thinks we'll try our best to escape from here."

"Because in their eyes, this place is an isolated island."

He stood up and walked to the edge of the broken wall.

The strong wind messed up his hair, his trench coat flapping loudly.

He looked towards the direction of the city center, where it was most prosperous and police lights were densest.

That was the heart of power in Jianghai City.

It was also the lair where Zhao Shanhe and Xie Qingshang were stationed.

"Since they want to play a game of cat and mouse."

"Then let's take over the cat's nest, how about that?"

Pei Ji widened his eyes, his mouth open wide enough to fit a fist.

"Brother Feng, are you serious? You want to go back to the city?"

Qin Feng turned his head abruptly, his eyes hiding extreme madness.

"The most dangerous place is the safest place."

"Go dig out that outfit, Pei Ji."

"Starting tomorrow, we'll play with a more elegant identity."

Su Tang didn't hesitate at all and immediately stood behind him.

Her eyes flashed with fanatical light, her expression excited.

"As long as I'm with you, I think anywhere is fine."

Qin Feng didn't speak; he looked at the drone overhead.

The number of people in the livestream had already surged to 100 million.

The whole world was waiting for this man to submit his final answer.

Qin Feng casually turned off his phone screen, his gaze cold.

"Before dawn, let's change our venue."

"Let's prepare a real surprise for Consultant Xie."

Pei Ji lifted the duffel bag with a bitter face and sighed heavily.

"I'm really impressed; I've never been this stimulated in my life."

"Wouldn't it be better to just honestly be an extra?"

"Why do you have to take us to have a rave at the police station entrance?"

The figures of the group slowly faded into the shadows of the building.

Meanwhile, in the city's Command Center.

Xie Qingshang was growling at that Jack of Hearts.

The sharp pencil in his hand was snapped in two by force.

"Qin Feng, you can't escape; you absolutely cannot escape."

But he never imagined that the madman he wanted to catch.

Was heading straight for his heart with two even crazier teammates.