- Thieves’ Den? Bandits’ Lair? The car drove out of the city, and soon reached the suburbs. The land was desolate, and by now, it was completely dark. The taxi driver was visibly scared and refused to continue following the car in front, even waiving the fare and urging Lin Feng to get out, then sped off. Luckily, Lin Feng had rested a bit in the car and his spirit had somewhat recovered. He thought that as long as he didn’t misuse the eavesdropping mode, his swift step technique should be enough to handle a few small-time thugs. He locked onto the target and ran after them. When passing a large garbage dump, he found an abandoned skateboard, had an idea, and caught up with the van, standing on the skateboard and holding onto the car’s tail, following like this for about another fifteen minutes until the car finally stopped. Lin Feng quickly hid in the shadows. In movies, when the male protagonist does this, it looks cool and dashing, but after trying it himself, he realized how tough it is to be a hero in the real world. Hiding behind the car, setting aside other dangers, just the dust he had swallowed along the way was almost enough to choke him. But at this critical moment, he dared not cough loudly, fearing it might alert the others and ruin everything.
Ahead was an old, dilapidated warehouse. The people in the car dragged the three girls out. By the car’s headlights, he saw the girls being treated like prisoners being led to execution, with black hoods over their heads, only removed once they were inside the warehouse. The girls were terrified, huddled together, looking around in fear. At this point, the previously gentlemanly-looking men instantly revealed their true colors. Seeing the girls still crying, a man with a scar on his face didn’t hesitate, stepping forward to kick each girl in the abdomen. There was not a shred of tenderness in his actions, almost as if he wished to kick them to death. The girls fell to the ground, then were pulled up by their hair. The scar-faced man said fiercely, “Cry! Keep crying!”
