Chapter 43

"Right, just like that, use your left ring finger to press your recovery point." Ferren began to teach the Flying Tigers the movements. "It's daytime now, so it's best to use the yin point. At the same time, follow the breathing method I mentioned to keep your heart rate below sixty beats per minute."

The team members followed his instructions, and their bodies quickly responded.

"Huh? My body feels numb."

"I feel even stranger, the sore spots are so hot!"

"My whole body feels warm, this feeling is so comfortable!"

"..."

"Everyone, pay attention to the time, the pressing should not exceed 180 seconds," Ferren warned solemnly. "This is not something to joke about."

As the pressing time exceeded 120 seconds, the muscle fatigue and soreness in everyone's body quickly dissipated, replaced by an unprecedented sense of hunger.

As Ferren had said, this sense of hunger was not the usual kind of hunger, which is physiological. This extreme hunger seemed to elevate to the level of desire, or rather, the psychological level. To put it in a metaphor, as the saying goes, after three and a half years in the army, even a sow can look as beautiful as a fairy. This perception is actually a level of heart desire. People experiencing extreme hunger would feel that they could eat anything they see, and even look at others with a greenish gaze.

"Now, it's 150 seconds. The fatigue and muscle pain in your bodies should be gone, right?" Ferren said. "You can release your fingers now, go and eat some food to offset the hunger. This will eliminate most of the fatigue. I believe after a good night's sleep, you will be full of energy, and the soreness in your body will almost be gone."

The Flying Tigers followed Ferren's advice and released their fingers. Although they were extremely hungry, they found that their fatigue had indeed almost disappeared.

"Damn, is this for real?"

"Must be fake, right?!"

"Go to sleep and see for yourself tomorrow."

Seeing the team members discussing, Ferren approached Li Feng. "Sir Li, let them go eat. Otherwise, the extreme hunger will make them start gnawing on people!"

Li Feng teased, "I'm already thinking about gnawing on people, but my physical condition is surprisingly good. It's really incredible!"

Ferren grinned slyly. "If you can use the 'quick recovery' method every twelve hours, you'll be in for a pleasant surprise!"

"What kind of surprise?" Li Feng asked curiously.

"Can't tell you yet, but if you persist for fifty days, you'll see the results!" Ferren teased. "But during this period, your food expenses will be much higher... Hurry up and call them to go eat. Their eyes are all like hungry wolves!"

Li Feng stared at Ferren for two seconds before announcing loudly, "Everyone, our target is the restaurant. Let's go fill our bellies first!"

Ferren added, "This round is on me!"

"Yay—"

After the team members had their fill at the restaurant and the extreme hunger had subsided, they found their bodies warm and full of energy, without the usual post-exercise fatigue.

Ferren also had a meal at the SDU restaurant and was drinking orange juice when his phone rang. Seeing it was from Xie Yixin, he didn't dare to be negligent, thinking something urgent had happened in the team, and quickly answered.

"Hello, Madam, is there something wrong?" Ferren answered the phone and walked to a corner of the restaurant to avoid disturbing others and prevent eavesdropping.

To his surprise, Xie Yixin asked bluntly, "Was there a forensic doctor named Zeng Man staying at your place last night?"

Ferren, hearing Xie Yixin's tone as if she was asking for a clue, didn't hide anything and replied, "Yes, is there a problem? Could it be that a case is related to Zeng Man?"

"Related to your big head, you fool! Bang!" Xie Yixin angrily shouted and hung up the phone.

Ferren was utterly confused, staring at his phone for a long time before muttering, "Is she crazy?"

After the Flying Tigers finished their meal, it was already past their shift. So, they all invited Ferren to a bar in the Tseung Kwan O Central area for Happy Hour. After a few rounds, Ferren found an excuse to leave first and drove his Ferrari back to Hong Kong Island.

It was almost nine o'clock, and it was already dark. The red light at the intersection turned on, and Ferren naturally stopped at the stop line.

"Ha..." A sneer suddenly sounded in his ear.

Ferren turned his head and saw a BMW Z3 parked next to him. The driver was a young girl, around the age of blossoming youth, wearing a trendy sleeveless floral shirt with a knot at the waist. Her face was painted with various colors, making her look like a ghost, which was quite disgusting.

In theory, smoky makeup wasn't very popular in the year 2000, so how could someone predict the future? Ferren was both surprised and nauseated. He didn't like women with heavy makeup, and her face looked like a Picasso painting, which lowered his first impression of her.

"Hey, handsome, your Ferrari is pretty cool. Want to race?" The girl, who clearly only recognized the car brand and not the 550's performance, chewed gum arrogantly and extended her middle finger at Ferren.

Ferren, constrained by his identity, looked at the red light helplessly and pretended not to hear. Besides, racing with such a girl would be no challenge, and even if he won, it wouldn't mean much.

"What? Scared?" The girl spat out her gum and shouted, "Next time, don't drive your Ferrari on this road, or I'll see you again..."

Ferren seemed not to hear her. As soon as the red light turned green, he immediately stepped on the gas and cut into the girl's lane, blocking her. He then got out of the car and walked straight toward her.

The girl, seeing Ferren "grinning" at her, became flustered and shouted, "What, what are you doing? Don't, don't come over, or I'll call the police, I really will!"

Ferren paid no attention to her words. He walked to the BMW, took out a napkin, and picked up the gum from the ground, showing his badge. "Police! Please show me your ID and driver's license. You littered, and the evidence is clear. I will transfer the gum to the Food and Environmental Hygiene Department, and you should receive a fine soon!"

The girl's panda eyes showed panic, and she was at a loss. Ferren sneered and repeated, "ID and driver's license, I think my pronunciation is very clear. Don't tell me you don't have a license."

This hit the girl's soft spot, and her face began to show a hint of fear. In a moment of desperation, she said, "Sir, don't think I didn't see your badge. You are a police officer, but not a traffic officer, so you have no right to check me!"

Ferren was taken aback, thinking of saying, "Do you want me to handcuff you and take you back to check you?" But then the girl shouted behind him, "Hey, Madam, on duty?"

Ferren didn't feel anyone behind him but instinctively turned his head to look back.

"Vroom—" The BMW's engine roared, and the girl sharply turned the steering wheel, crashing through the roadside barrier, turning onto the pedestrian walkway, and speeding southwest through the intersection.

Fortunately, Ferren reacted quickly, or he would have been knocked down by the BMW. At the same time, he couldn't help but admire the girl's quick thinking, knowing to escape onto the pedestrian walkway. Since the Ferrari was less than three meters away from the BMW, it was almost impossible to crash through it before gaining speed.

Admiration aside, Ferren still had to do his job. He jumped into the 550 in two steps, revved the engine, and the Ferrari made a strange arc on the spot, chasing after the BMW.

The Z3 needed 6.9 seconds to accelerate from 0 to 100 km/h, while the 550 only needed 4.4 seconds. With the 550's private modifications, it could accelerate to 100 km/h in just 3.2 seconds. However, the city roads were narrow with many bends and heavy traffic, so Ferren could only use a tailing strategy and couldn't immediately stop the Z3.

Fortunately, after driving for a while, the girl's BMW turned onto Tai Mo Shan Road and headed east toward Sai Kung.

Ferren followed and began to speed up after passing Da Shui Keng, and the 550 gradually caught up with the Z3.

Soon, the girl noticed the 550 in her rearview mirror and, in a panic, stepped on the gas to the maximum, speeding away.

Ferren also revved the engine and began to accelerate in pursuit.

"Beep, beep, wail—" Unexpectedly, as the two cars entered Ma On Shan Bypass, the siren of a police motorcycle sounded from the side.

Then, the external speaker blared, and a cold, stern female voice reached Ferren's ears: "The car in front with the license plate FC100, please turn off the engine and pull over immediately!"

"Damn!" Ferren cursed under his breath. The license plate number the female police officer called out was his.

Ferren understood that if he stopped now, explaining the situation would be complicated. However, if he could stop the runaway girl, it would be much simpler to explain with the evidence in hand. Therefore, he not only didn't stop but also began to display aggressive and fierce driving skills. As the road ahead began to curve, Ferren's hand movements on the gearshift and his foot movements between the gas and brake pedals were extremely fierce.

The female police officer on the motorcycle was shocked to see that the Ferrari not only drifted into the curve but also caught up with the BMW after the turn. Not only that, but the Ferrari was continuously squeezing the BMW's driving path.

In such a road, such a mountain road, and at such a speed, the female police officer's face under the helmet changed from shock to horror, and she muttered, "Crazy!"

Under Ferren's continuous pressure, the girl finally became frightened. She didn't want to end up with a car crash and death, so she quickly slowed down. Ferren made a tail slide and blocked her again, this time with less than ten centimeters between the two cars. On the other side of the BMW, there was no pedestrian walkway, only a high guardrail and a deep ravine with trees.

"Get out of the car!" Ferren, who was already a bit angry, jumped out of the Ferrari, came to the Z3, and yanked the door open.

The girl was frightened by Ferren's explosive actions and got out of the car in a daze, without any thought of resistance.

"ID and driver's license! Quickly!" Ferren repeated, "If you can't produce them, I'll have to take you to the police station for investigation."

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