Chapter 12

In front of the barbecue stall.

Zhao Junyu put down his phone, adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, and said softly, "Report the current situation."

A series of small characters appeared on his glasses:

"Two minutes ago, the First Defense Bureau dispatched two patrol teams to the Rainbow Street Vizun Bar to carry out a mission to apprehend wanted criminals."

"Wu Xiaode is on the list of targets."

Zhao Junyu quickly read through the information and fell silent for a moment.

They moved so fast.

Once the underground black market is surrounded, they will definitely hand over Wu Xiaode's fake identity information.

Once the Defense Bureau retrieves the transaction data from the underground market, they will immediately know his new identity.

—Wu Xiaode will soon be exposed, captured by all the cameras, and eventually surrounded and killed.

He will die on the spot.

His death will even make the front page of the next day's newspaper.

This is a warning!

Zhao Junyu extended his fingers and tapped the table rhythmically.

The enemy has made their move.

Wu Xiaode has made his choice.

Now it's his turn.

Zhao Junyu lowered his head, deep in thought, and gradually stopped tapping the table.

Time passed silently.

At a certain moment,

Zhao Junyu picked up the wine bottle, poured himself another glass, and drank it slowly.

After a while, he raised his hand and made a gesture.

The people hiding in the shadows immediately sent two of them to come to him.

"Go and prepare, tonight—"

Before Zhao Junyu could finish his sentence, his phone rang.

The screen showed a stunningly beautiful woman with a cold expression, looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze.

Zhao Junyu, seeing this, reluctantly picked up the phone and connected the video call.

"Sis?"

A cold female voice came from the phone: "Saving Wu Xiaode carries a lot of risks. I hope you think carefully before you act."

"I have thought carefully," Zhao Junyu said.

"How did you consider it?" the female voice asked.

"He is one of us, and he saved me once. If someone like him is casually eliminated, no one will dare to help me in the future," Zhao Junyu said.

"Having been so cautious for so many years, I thought you might have a problem because of a woman..." the female voice said, surprised.

"Sis, don't worry, I'm steady," Zhao Junyu said, adjusting his glasses.

"Steady and still confess in public?"

"Ah, a moment of confusion, a moment of confusion."

"Alright, I won't interfere with this matter. I hope it doesn't backfire on you," the female voice said, and the video call ended.

Zhao Junyu looked helpless, finished his drink in one gulp, stood up, and said, "Prepare the men, we have work to do tonight."

"Yes, Master."

The two men in black bowed and said.

At the same time,

Rainbow Street.

Vizun Bar.

The bald man kept drinking.

Every time he took a sip, he would look at the wall.

The huge palm print embedded several meters into the wall, like a claw mark left by some unknown beast before a hunt, making him more and more uneasy.

His phone screen suddenly lit up.

"Boss."

"Speak quickly!"

"The deal is done. We arranged for Feifei and Xiaoxiao to accompany him tonight, but he refused and has already left."

"Really gone?"

"Gone, the cameras saw him leave Rainbow Street."

"I see."

The bald man ended the call and let out a long breath.

"Good that he's gone. I hope... he didn't disturb the rest of that person..."

He muttered to himself, unable to resist looking at the wall again.

The wall was ten meters thick, made of special isolation material, and beyond it was a long corridor leading downward.

The most honored guest was resting there.

I hope he wasn't disturbed—

Suddenly, a soft male voice sounded in the bald man's ear:

"Have you figured out the foundation of that palm strike?"

The bald man froze, cold sweat breaking out on his back.

"Sir, I'm just a gangster, I can't see its foundation," he said, bowing his head.

The soft male voice sounded again: "Hehe, that palm strike woke me up, what a nuisance. I was sleeping so well, now I have to kill a few people to vent my anger."

Suddenly, a person appeared in front of the bald man.

It was a man holding a black umbrella, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, and dressed in a trench coat.

He yawned, picked up the strong liquor on the table, and drank it in one gulp, then sat comfortably on the sofa, looking at the wall.

The light illuminated his face.

His handsome and slightly cool expression could grace the cover of a fashion magazine, becoming a top idol that would make countless women scream.

"Iron Wire Fist School, Crushing Force."

The man said softly, his voice gentle and pleasant.

"I haven't seen such a pure and beautiful fist force in many years, it really makes me itchy—"

"So, please give me a list, I need to work for a while."

He said it in a casual tone.

The bald man's face changed several times, and he pleaded, "Sir, there have been many murders recently, the Defense Bureau is already watching us, I'm afraid—"

His voice was cut off.

A long bloodline suddenly appeared on his cheek.

Blood flowed silently.

"Sir, I'll get you the underground wanted list right away," the bald man said hoarsely.

The man smiled warmly: "I knew the service here was excellent. By the way, make it challenging, or it won't be fun at all."

Boom—

Suddenly, an explosion sounded outside.

The private room shook.

The bald man's phone screen lit up.

A subordinate panicked: "Boss, the Defense Bureau is here, they are breaking into our bar and are about to find the hidden door!"

The bald man shouted, "Hold them off, don't let them get to our data center, I'll be right there." He stood up, then suddenly remembered the extremely dangerous person in front of him.

"Sir—"

The bald man's words were cut off again.

At some point,

The handsome man had disappeared from the private room.

The bald man, thinking of something, felt his legs go weak and he fell onto the sofa.

He shook his head silently, picked up the strong liquor on the table, opened the cap, and drank it slowly.

His phone lit up again.

The subordinate excitedly said: "Boss, our honored guest has taken action, he's killing for us!"

"I see."

The bald man responded heavily, hung up the phone, and drank the entire bottle of strong liquor in one go.

With the help of the alcohol, he swept away his worries, stood up unsteadily, and said with a fierce expression:

"A bunch of fat, money-grabbing bastards, daring to mess with my place?"

"Xiao Baihong of the S-Class Club is here, you've provoked him, you will all die, all of you will die!" ...

A violent storm.

A bolt of lightning split the night sky, followed by a rumble of thunder.

Crows flew swiftly through the night rain like shadows.

It was a strange experience.

Wu Xiaode had never imagined his body could become so light.

As soon as he spread his wings, he could follow the wind, soaring through the dense steel forest like a gust of wind.

Sometimes, he even worried about flying too fast and hitting something.

At such a speed, hitting a wall or a power pole would shatter his bird body.

Suddenly,

The crow looked in a certain direction, its eyes showing concern.

It flapped its wings, quietly landed on a balcony of a high-rise building.

There was already a crow squatting there.

When Wu Xiaode landed, the other crow moved aside, making room for him.

The two crows looked through the glass window together.

"I can sense all the birds nearby. This crow just told me that the boy is watching a movie," the small crow said telepathically.

"I see, what's his connection to Xia Huilan?" Wu Xiaode asked immediately.

"No, look at what he's watching. Tsk tsk, it's a new movie, even I haven't seen it," the crow continued.

Wu Xiaode looked at the computer screen.

—The plot is so bad.

It's completely boring.

"Please help me find Xia Huilan, that's our mission," Wu Xiaode said.

"You're not interested? What a pity, let's go."

The crow said reluctantly, flapped its wings, and dove from the balcony, then flew high.

It weaved through the heavy rain.

After about seven or eight minutes,

The crow landed lightly on the top of a power pole, overlooking a large area of low-rise houses.

"Are we there?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"She should have stayed here, maybe she hasn't left yet," the crow said.

"Which house?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"That garbage dump," the crow said.

"Let's go."

"Okay."

The crow flapped its wings, landed on the low wall of the garbage dump, and carefully looked inside.

A long-haired beauty stood in the open space.

It was Xia Huilan.

She held a gun in one hand and pushed a suitcase with the other, looking cautiously at the men opposite her.