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"How is that possible? The last time I helped him bring the powder, there was nothing in my car!" Mei Mo'er initially didn't care, but with her last exclamation, the sleek red sports car executed a perfect drift before coming to a stop by the roadside, a route so elegant that even professional drivers would give it a thumbs up.
As the car came to a halt, Mei Mo'er reached for the bottle cap and pulled out a Silver Needle from somewhere inside the vehicle. She dipped the Silver Needle into the Black Porcelain Bottle, extracting a small amount of yellowish powder. Mei Mo'er licked the Silver Needle with her delicate tongue, closed her eyes lightly, and then opened them wide in shock as she stared at the black Black Porcelain Bottle.
"How could this happen? How could I confuse Shocking Powder with Anesthetic Powder? If Shocking Powder enters the body without being expelled within three minutes, it could be fatal!" Mei Mo'er was now panicking and at a loss. Although she was a wealthy heiress, at this moment, everything she had learned was forgotten.
"It's over, it's over, it's over!" Mei Mo'er trembled as she capped the Black Porcelain Bottle, her mouth filled with those words of despair.
Being well-versed in medicine, Mei Mo'er understood all too well what happened after Shocking Powder entered the body: excessive stimulation of the heart would lead to only one outcome—heart rupture and death of the patient. Overwhelmed by guilt for potentially causing someone's death, Mei Mo'er was completely dazed. However, Liu Yiyi calmed herself and said, "Mei Mo'er, it's okay. That person is clearly an expert in traps; our mechanisms might not even hit him. Besides, our traps are connected to Golden House Apartment. Once triggered, someone will arrive within three minutes. We need to hurry; we might still make it."
"Yes, yes, yes! Let's go; we can still make it!" At that moment, Mei Mo'er seemed like a drowning person grasping at a lifeline. Following Liu Yiyi's reasoning, she quickly regained her composure and floored the accelerator. The sports car truly soared as Mei Mo'er pressed down on the gas pedal almost to the fuel tank level, a streak of red lightning racing toward Golden House Courtyard.
Inside the speeding car, Liu Yiyi also forgot her discomfort. Both of the Two Goddesses felt their hearts in their throats. Only Mei Mo'er knew that to catch this psychopath herself, she had severed the connection between their trap and Golden House Courtyard. In other words, even if the trap was triggered, no one would come to rescue the person struck by Shocking Powder in time.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yefeng had regained consciousness after fainting from pain caused by aftereffects. He shook his head to clear his mind from the numbing agony and felt parched. Scanning his surroundings in the darkness, he spotted a water dispenser near the balcony. Seeing the source of water made Xiao Yefeng unsteadily rise and walk toward it while recalling memories from his fainting spell.
A fragment of his father's memory resurfaced—a strange pattern appeared in his mind. Xiao Yefeng didn't understand what this pattern meant. Could it be related to his parents' deaths? Was it connected to that terrifying nightmare he had endured for fifteen years? He couldn't forget that bizarre scene from before his father's death; it haunted him every night for those fifteen years.
Reaching the water dispenser, Xiao Yefeng crouched down to search for paper cups beneath it. Sure enough, he found one and filled it with water before drinking while crouched down. However, at that moment when he tilted his head back to drink, he noticed that women's underwear hung above him—large pieces of fabric that were all thin and sheer. Through them, Xiao Yefeng could even see outside; particularly eye-catching was a pair of panties made with just three thin strings hanging within reach. This sight made Xiao Yefeng's blood boil.
Such sights could excite any normal man; however, Xiao Yefeng was indeed a real man. Looking at each piece of lingerie made him wonder if these belonged to the woman he and his captain had been searching for all these years.
At that moment, Xiao Yefeng couldn't help but resent himself for learning so much—what was it all for? Unfortunately for him, he had learned how to estimate a woman's figure based on her underwear size—not out of lewd intentions but because this knowledge could help someone like him quickly identify targets.
As Xiao Yefeng gazed at the array of alluring lingerie, he deduced that these belonged to two women. One was approximately 1.7 meters tall, clearly Liu Yiyi, while the other, around 1.6 meters, must be Liu Yiyi's housemate, Mei Mo'er, the granddaughter of Old Master Mei.
This information processed rapidly in Xiao Yefeng's mind like a computer. Being a man, he couldn't help but sincerely acknowledge the impressive figures of the Two Goddesses, especially Liu Yiyi.
Just then, a shadow appeared outside the window, instantly raising Xiao Yefeng's alertness. He instinctively reached behind him but realized there was no familiar gun barrel there. Reacting quickly, he sidestepped and concealed himself behind the side of the upright freezer on the balcony.
Sure enough, a figure dressed in a black vest and wearing a standard terrorist mask hung upside down outside the window. Seeing this silhouette from his blind spot reminded Xiao Yefeng of his past enemies. Had they learned of his release and arrival here? How could they have found out so quickly? According to his file, he should still be serving time in that picturesque city!
However, Xiao Yefeng soon breathed a sigh of relief as he observed that the figure outside was remarkably unprofessional. Of course, compared to his enemies, this person was still skilled among ordinary folks. The figure deftly pulled out a portable ion cutter from his belt and used a suction cup to cut out a circle large enough for one person to pass through.
As this person climbed into the balcony, Xiao Yefeng caught a good look at him in the moonlight. He was evidently a slender man who, like a gecko, crawled through the window and began scaling the Ceiling, eventually lying flat against it like a real gecko.
Xiao Yefeng quickly understood why this man was clinging to the Ceiling; he had at least a dozen suction cups attached to him, making it easy to adhere to the surface. However, upon closer inspection, Xiao Yefeng noticed something intriguing: what appeared to be a clothes rack for drying lingerie had been rigged with traps. He couldn't help but silently scold himself for not noticing it right away. Fortunately, he hadn't let his lust get the better of him; had he touched any piece of lingerie in curiosity, he would have found himself in quite an embarrassing situation.
Especially after discovering the traps, Xiao Yefeng re-examined the not-so-large balcony and found over ten traps set up with electronic devices and homemade mechanisms. The clothes rack had been precisely calibrated for the weight of the lingerie; even a slight change would trigger hidden mechanisms that could shoot several arrows within four or five seconds. At that moment, Xiao Yefeng could see that these arrows were not meant to kill; their tips had been replaced with mere half-inch embroidery needles.
This amused Xiao Yefeng. It had been two years since he last felt like watching a show—aside from that final crisis—and now there was an intriguing performance involving a pervert who specialized in stealing women's lingerie. How could he possibly miss it?
Indeed, this lingerie thief was skilled. Although it was unclear whether he noticed the electronic traps, he suddenly pulled out a metal box about the size of a lighter from his side pocket. The moment Xiao Yefeng saw this metal box, his evaluation of this pervert—now dubbed the Lingerie Thief—rose significantly. He was clearly an experienced deviant because this metal box was none other than a tool for disrupting electronic devices: a Signal Jammer.
The reason he was considered an experienced deviant was that this Signal Jammer was disposable; once used, it became useless and wasn't cheap either—a three-meter diameter crusher costs around one hundred thousand at factory price. A pervert willing to use a Signal Jammer just to steal lingerie? Surely that made him seasoned!
However, compared to the electronically controlled traps, there were more trigger-based mechanisms involved with arrows. What Xiao Yefeng wanted to see was how this thief would navigate these traps. As for whether he might fall victim to them without realizing it—Xiao Yefeng wasn't worried at all; based on his first observation, he believed this gentleman of the night certainly had what it took to detect such mechanisms.
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