When he heard this.
The plainclothesman and Chen Ke next to him changed their expressions greatly.
They looked around everywhere!
Han Fei stopped that plainclothesman.
"Don't look anymore. Since that guy dares to call, he must be fearless and feel that we can't find him. If you look around like this, it will arouse his vigilance instead and make people secretly observe."
"Let those colleagues standing in the tall buildings use telescopes to observe if there are any suspicious figures nearby."
"Also remember to remind other colleagues to be vigilant!"
The plainclothesman nodded, then quickly left to carry out the order.
Chen Ke saw that Han Fei's face didn't look very good.
"Captain Han, what did that Xu Mo say?"
Han Fei's face was ashen. He pointed to the bus stop shelter on the other side.
"He asked us to throw the black travel bag with money into it!"
That place was very problematic!
Not only was there a bus stop shelter blocking the line of sight.
The rows of trees on both sides of the road directly blocked the view of colleagues with telescopes in the tall buildings.
It was simply a wonderful place!
"Impossible!"
Chen Ke blurted out.
He immediately rejected Xu Mo's request.
Han Fei said a little angrily: "What else?! That guy threatened with the hostage in his hand, although it's fake, but if we don't do it."
"What would people watching the live broadcast think?"
"Would they say we don't care about human life? Incompetent?"
Chen Ke lost his temper all at once.
Knowing it was a trap.
Still have to jump in!
This kind of frustration really felt bad.
Han Fei went to move the black travel bag.
While Chen Ke communicated with other plainclothesmen through the walkie-talkie.
Clearly explained the new location of the money bag.
Everyone approached the bus stop shelter.
But no one dared to get too close.
They stood more than ten meters away, observing the situation here.
What made them creep out happened.
No matter where they stood.
The line of sight was more or less blocked.
Aerial observation was completely wasted.
"Damn it!" Chen Ke's mouth twitched, complaining unpleasantly.
Han Fei was also helpless.
Knowing it was a trap.
Still have to jump in!
This awkward feeling was really uncomfortable.
Han Fei went to move the black travel bag.
While Chen Ke communicated with other plainclothesmen through the walkie-talkie.
Clearly explained the new location of the money bag.
Everyone approached the bus stop shelter.
But no one dared to get too close.
They stood more than ten meters away, observing the situation here.
What made them creep out happened.
No matter where they stood.
The line of sight was more or less blocked.
Aerial observation was completely wasted.
"Damn it!" Chen Ke's mouth twitched, complaining unpleasantly.
Han Fei was also helpless.
They felt tremendous pressure blending in the crowd.
Everyone was mentally tense and continued to quietly wait for the prey to take the bait!
Time passed by second by second.
Soon.
"He's here!"
Han Fei's eyes suddenly widened.
Everyone held their breath and concentrated.
Their eyes were fixed on a sneaky young man whose eyes kept looking around.
This young man had dyed yellow hair, wearing slippers, and walked towards the trash can where the money was placed.
He walked staggering, looking very guilty.
"All units pay attention, all units pay attention, the sheep entered the wolf's den, the sheep entered the wolf's den."
Han Fei was mentally tense and whispered into the walkie-talkie!
The plainclothes hiding in the crowd subconsciously slowed their breathing.
As if as soon as the yellow-haired youth took out the money bag from the trash can,
they would immediately swarm up and arrest this person.
Chen Ke frowned.
Damn it!
Did Xu Mo think he was whimsical?
Did he think he could just randomly pull one or two people off the street to test, and that would work?
Chen Ke didn't think the yellow-haired youth could take the money away smoothly!
On the contrary.
They could even arrest the yellow-haired youth and find out Xu Mo's whereabouts from him!
This person's actions were just very suspicious.
It was still too early to define whether he was related to Xu Mo.
The yellow-haired youth was getting closer and closer to the trash can!
Finally stopped right next to the trash can!
Everyone was mentally tense to an unprecedented level!
Han Fei's eyes were fixed on the yellow-haired youth, and the walkie-talkie in his hand was unknowingly already at his mouth.
Chen Ke was equally nervous, rolling up his sleeves.
Waiting for Han Fei's next instruction!
"Move! Move!"
Chen Ke mumbled impatiently in his heart.
The yellow-haired youth.
Just stopped there next to the trash can.
Then carefully looked left and right.
It seemed like he was looking for something.
From beginning to end, he didn't move the trash can less than half a meter next to him!
At this moment, time.
It seemed to slow down.
Every second was agony.
The yellow-haired youth still didn't make a move.
No one dared to confirm.
Whether this yellow-haired youth was related to Xu Mo.
"What the hell?"
Han Fei frowned.
To tell the truth, he couldn't see what the yellow-haired youth was trying to do either.
Time had only passed about three minutes.
It felt like a century to everyone.
The next moment!
The yellow-haired youth, who had been motionless, finally moved.
He was seen putting his hand on the lid of the trash can.
"Damn it!"
Chen Ke swallowed hard.
His body leaned forward slightly.
Like an arrow about to be released from the bow at any time.
As long as the yellow-haired youth dared to take out the black travel bag from the trash can,
he would be the first to rush up.
And catch the yellow-haired youth!
"Everyone get ready..."
Han Fei's eyes were squinted like a hawk, holding the walkie-talkie.
The yellow-haired youth had already put his hand into the trash can.
As if taking something out.
Their view wasn't very open.
But they could feel that the yellow-haired youth was rummaging for something!
"Go..." Seeing the yellow-haired youth slowly retracting his hand, Han Fei instinctively issued an order at the same time!
Just the next moment, when all the plainclothes were about to take action,
"Stop! Stop! Stop the action! Stop the action!!!"
In a flash.
Some teams were eager to accomplish something and had already rushed towards the yellow-haired youth!
When they were four or five meters away from the yellow-haired youth.
They stopped in their tracks.
In fact, they didn't need Han Fei's reminder.
As the distance between them narrowed.
They also understood why Han Fei shouted stop!
The yellow-haired youth simply didn't touch the black travel bag with money.
He just reached into the trash can and took it back out.
Seeing two strangers rushing over here silently,
the yellow-haired youth was scared out of his wits.
He staggered back a few steps uncontrollably.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
