“Xiaoyun, why are you avoiding me?” Lin Feng finally caught up with his crush. Just as he was about to pull Wang Xiaoyun aside for a private talk, eight black-clad men suddenly emerged from the crowd. An oppressive feeling that made hearts skip a beat rushed over them. Without a second thought, Lin Feng pulled Wang Xiaoyun behind him and pushed her into the crowd, sternly saying, “Run!” These men were clearly professionals, with clear roles and impeccable teamwork. Four of them kept the crowd at bay, hands reaching inside their suits where gun muzzles faintly appeared. The other four approached Lin Feng from different directions, surrounding him in a blink. Wang Xiaoyun, unaware of the situation, was pushed into the crowd by Lin Feng, and in the confusion, she disappeared after several twists and turns.
With so many people around, Lin Feng couldn’t perform any flashy evasive maneuvers, nor did he want to risk anyone getting hurt by the weapons these men carried. After a brief struggle for show, he allowed himself to be captured, lifted off the ground, and quickly escorted towards the stretch Lincoln.
Wang Xiaoyun, momentarily stunned, looked up to see Lin Feng being taken away by these mysterious men, finally understanding his earlier command. Realizing the danger, she wanted to intervene but was no match for the well-trained men. After a brief attempt, she realized she could do little by force, especially since she couldn’t reveal her martial arts skills in front of so many. Moreover, these men came prepared, and with Lin Feng already in their car, any unnecessary fight would only bring humiliation. She stepped aside and quickly dialed a number.
Witnessing this sudden event, the students and teachers fell into chaos. Amidst the clamor, someone whispered in a mysterious tone: “That woman is truly a jinx; every guy who gets close to her meets a bad end. This morning one had his arm broken, and now in the afternoon, another is kidnapped by the mafia, his life probably in peril.”
As the noise grew, Lin Feng was stuffed into the Lincoln like a chick, and the remaining men, expressionless, closed the car doors one after another. The first, second, and third cars in the formidable convoy departed calmly. It wasn’t until they were far away that someone finally shouted, “Call the police! Hurry, call the police!”
