Luo Yu and his men hadn’t waited long by the roadside when they spotted a black SUV approaching.

As it drew closer, Luo Yu didn’t recognize the driver, but the person in the passenger seat made his brow furrow. He quietly ordered his men, “Ready your weapons.”

His subordinates tensed, hands moving to the guns concealed under their clothes, ready to act at a moment’s notice.

The vehicle stopped two or three meters away. The first to exit was a familiar face—Luo Yu recognized Chen Feng, Yin Feng’s assistant. This man was also a character; he faced away from them without showing any nervousness as he helped another person out of the car.

When Luo Yu saw who it was, his expression changed instantly and he ran over: “Yanjun!”

Xing Yanjun was covered in blood, his arm wrapped in bandages, his face pale. Chen Feng supported him carefully as he nodded slightly to Luo Yu.

The passenger, Yin Feng, stepped out, along with the driver, Tu Ya, whose expression remained cold and distant.

Luo Yu’s men quickly rushed forward to take over supporting Xing Yanjun. Luo Yu glanced at Yin Feng and asked Xing Yanjun quietly, “How serious are your injuries? What happened?”

Recalling the night’s events, Xing Yanjun still seemed shaken. He answered, “We encountered the Xiangtan gang. My men were either injured or killed. I escaped with two others and fortunately met Senior Brother Yin, who brought me here.”

Luo Yu’s expression remained unchanged as he nodded, “It’s fine now. The boss has already contacted me. Tomorrow morning, I’ll send men to escort you back to Hunan. We’ll settle accounts with the Xiangtan gang later.”

Xing Yanjun said nothing as Luo Yu’s men helped him toward the house to rest. After a few steps, he turned back: “Senior Brother Yin, thank you. Luo Yu, Senior Brother Yin told me a few days ago he’d be coming to Guizhou for inspiration. It was my good fortune to run into them. Brother, I’ll treat you to dinner when we’re back in Hunan. Luo Yu, please see them off for me.”

After speaking, Xing Yanjun nodded to Yin Feng as he passed through the crowd.

Yin Feng just smiled and said, “It was nothing. See you in Xiangcheng.”

As Xing Yanjun disappeared into the distance and Yin Feng’s group prepared to leave, Luo Yu gave a signal, and his men quickly surrounded them and their vehicle.

Yin Feng spoke unhurriedly, “Beast Luo, what’s the meaning of this? Is this how you treat your young master’s lifesaver?”

Luo Yu sneered, “Lifesaver? More like a carefully laid plan!”

Though Luo Yu didn’t know Yin Feng was part of the special investigation team, he had figured out most of his background. He knew Yin Feng had assisted the police in solving cases before. Moreover, this man had been entangled with You Mingxu both before and after his memory loss. Luo Yu naturally didn’t believe the story about “happening to meet and save Xing Yanjun.” He didn’t think Xing Yanjun truly believed it either—though the young master was more innocent than them, he wasn’t stupid. Yet before leaving, the young master had still spoken up to let Yin Feng go. That’s what came from being clean-handed—too soft-hearted.

This Yin Feng was incredibly bold, daring to follow them here and appear so openly. Whatever his purpose, whether official or personal, since he had followed them to this road, Luo Yu couldn’t possibly let him leave.

“Take them!” Luo Yu ordered.

Chen Feng and Tu Ya behind Yin Feng both changed expression. They struggled when the men grabbed them but were quickly overwhelmed by the numbers and subdued.

No one touched Yin Feng—Luo Yu had seen his amateur fighting skills before. He smiled coldly and said, “Teacher Yin, if you please!” Since he had walked into their trap, Luo Yu would grant his wish.

The three were quickly bound tight with tape over their mouths. Under cover of darkness, they were taken to one of the houses and locked up.

Since Tu Ya had appeared quite weak and dim-witted earlier, the men didn’t take them seriously at all. They locked them in the house with just one guard at the door.

The shabby room didn’t even have a stool. Yin Feng sat on the floor with Chen Feng and Tu Ya behind him. Tu Ya could hear the guard outside eating. With a flick of his wrist, a thin blade slipped from his sleeve.

This trick had been taught by Yin Feng.

After a while, he had cut through one of the ropes on his wrist. With his strength and determination, he broke free of the rest, tore off his tape, and then removed theirs, asking, “Teacher Yin, what now?”

Yin Feng said, “Leave it. Don’t untie our ropes—we’d just have to tie them again later.”

They naturally trusted his words without question.

The police had been following Luo Yu’s convoy from a distance, unable to get too close, so they followed Xing Yanjun instead. When Xing Yanjun was ambushed, Yin Feng decided to reveal himself and help. Others had warned him to be careful—exposure could mean death.

Yin Feng had only said two things:

Xing Yanjun shouldn’t die yet.

He would be fine.

As Teacher Yin had predicted, after Xing Yanjun rejoined Luo Yu, he spoke up to protect them. Luo Yu hadn’t harmed them.

However…

Chen Feng and Tu Ya exchanged glances. Chen Feng said, “We didn’t need to bring Xing Yanjun here—we could have let him off earlier. What’s the benefit of surrendering now?”

Yin Feng said, “You Mingxu is here.”

Chen Feng: “But you haven’t even seen her.”

Yin Feng snorted with amusement, “With her personality, would she obediently stay in her room? Luo Yu won’t tie her up. When he’s not watching, she’ll come out to scout around, checking their manpower and defenses. Won’t I see her then?”

Tu Ya laughed, “Even if you see her, how can you talk to her?” He didn’t dare add, “Won’t Luo Yu destroy you?”

Yin Feng said, “No need for words. She’ll understand when she sees me.”

Tu Ya and Chen Feng suddenly felt like they’d been force-fed an incredibly sappy mouthful of dog food.

To avoid detection, Yin Feng had Tu Ya replace his tape. The abandoned house had little covering. He turned to look out the window—most of the gangsters were resting in their rooms, Luo Yu was nowhere to be seen, and only two or three men stood guard outside.

The sky was dark, with mountains crouching in the distance.

A person emerged from one of the rooms opposite. Their face was calm as their eyes quickly but discreetly scanned the surroundings.

The few thugs who saw her paid no attention and said nothing.

Yin Feng suddenly felt a surge of resentment—they were treating her like the boss’s woman. Though he knew she was just playing along, putting on an act, he still felt intense anger at the thought of others coveting what was his.

However, after watching her for a while, that anger mysteriously dissipated.

It had been like this recently, always like this.

Outside on the hillside, there was only dim light from the houses, which happened to illuminate her face. She had always been good at acting—she stretched lazily, her expression indifferent, seemingly casual as she made a complete circuit outside the houses, glancing into each one.

She paused briefly at one house, then walked past with her head down. Yin Feng guessed she had seen Xing Yanjun.

As she approached this house, she raised her head, and their eyes met.