Xue Tu was a tall man who, even seated, towered above the average person.
He was wearing a washed-out camouflage suit, with a snake-skin bag in his hand.
From the side, one could see his thick neck, sturdy like a bull's, his protruding jaw, covered in dark, stubbly beard.
His entire person exuded an air of disregard for others, a cruel and rough aura.
"Hmm, this guy is certainly a character, favors using a gun in his left hand, breathes in long and short bursts..."
"His Qi-Blood is vigorous and powerful; he's a master of the National Arts."
"This guy, his fingers are tough and strong like kindling, the base of his palm has callouses in the shape of a funnel, and his knuckles are worn down... he must be skilled in the Tiger-Crane Double Form and Eight Extremes Fist."
"He's injured his right knee before, and he's killed more than a hundred people."
"See that? In his snake-skin bag, there's an extremely dangerous firearm; judging by the protruding shape and weight, it should be a K21 automatic rifle."
Feng Cai'er listened dumbfounded; she could never have imagined that this man, who seemed like a mere thug, could deduce so much useful information with just one glance at Xue Tu.
Who on earth was this guy?
Yang Fei, as if not seeing the stunned Feng Cai'er, recited from memory, "K21 automatic rifle, 5.8mm caliber, effective range 800 meters."
"A sharpshooter can hit targets without fail up to 1200 meters, the power is lethal, and if someone is hit, they're bound to die, magazine capacity 10..."
"Enough, just tell me, what am I supposed to do now?"
Feng Cai'er completely lost it, she herself wasn't clear about these military hardware specifications, yet this thug in front of her knew them like the back of his hand.
What the hell was going on?
Yang Fei looked at Feng Cai'er with a mocking expression and said indifferently, "This guy is indeed a piece of work, but a regular cop like you trying to arrest him? It's downright suicidal."
"Bullshit! A regular cop is still a cop, I took an oath under the national flag."
"Do you want me to turn a blind eye and let this remorseless scum go free?"
"To let the lives of ordinary people be threatened? Who knows what he'll do next, might he blow up the entire train?"
In the fleeting station light outside the window, Feng Cai'er's eyes sparkled with a diamond-like gleam.
Her resolute and iron-blooded expression left Yang Fei in a daze.
He lowered his voice and asked, "Then, what do you intend to do?"
"Help me catch him."
Feng Cai'er's voice was soft but resolute, her thin lips nearly straightening into a line.
"Catch him? You'll die, and why should I help you?"
The more nervous Feng Cai'er got, the more nonchalant Yang Fei became as he coldly spoke.
Feng Cai'er was taken aback for a moment, then ferociously said, "Because you stole my first kiss, if you don't step in, are you willing to watch me die here?"
"Pah, who kissed whom, speaking falsehoods could bring about divine retribution."
Yang Fei almost spurted blood, on the verge of tears.
Feng Cai'er stared at Yang Fei intently and said word by word, "You just took one look and you figured out Xue Tu's basic profile."
"You can even tell what Fist Techniques he's good at and what weapons he uses, I believe you definitely have a way to subdue him."
"For the sake of all the innocent passengers on this train, I'm begging you, if you let him go this time, who knows how many of my fellow cops will end up dead."
Yang Fei fell silent, looking at Feng Cai'er with detachment.
Feng Cai'er, who was not sure if he could handle this terrorist, saw that he did not deny it and instantly felt more assured.
Her anxious gaze met Yang Fei's without shying away, clear and unwavering, her eyes not blinking at all.
In that moment, time seemed to stop.
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"Alright, I agree!"
Yang Fei couldn't resist Feng Cai'er's clear and innocent gaze and finally looked away.
He sighed lightly and said, "However, you have to agree to three conditions."
"First, no matter if we catch him or not, you can't pursue the matter of me fighting."
Feng Cai'er immediately snorted, just as she was about to say something, Yang Fei glared at her and she obediently shut up.
Yang Fei continued, "Second, you must not reveal anything about me to anyone, including everything that happened tonight. Whoever you tell, I'll kill."
This time, Feng Cai'er nodded.
Yang Fei spoke seriously, "The most important is the third point: you must not fall in love with me, no matter what. Nor can you use the kiss as an excuse to demand a marriage or become entangled with me."
"After this is over, we'll settle our accounts and go our separate ways, ok?"
"Ah pah, who do you think you are? A lunatic, a narcissist..."
"If I wasn't worried that that guy would recognize me, I wouldn't... pah, pah, pah, your mouth stinks to death."
Upon hearing the third condition, Feng Cai'er immediately fell apart.
In her distinct black and white large eyes, resentment and anger were brimming, her teeth grinding crisply.
"A dangerous and violent criminal like this actually knows you? Are you trying to fool a ghost? Kissing me forcefully, and you couldn't even find a better excuse."
Yang Fei looked at her with a smirk that contained a meaning of complacency.
"You..."
Feng Cai'er was defeated by Yang Fei's self-righteous gaze and clenched her fists tightly.
Suddenly, as if realizing something, she stiffened her back, then cowered again as if vastly frightened.
"Heh heh, I really didn't expect to encounter the cops on my way home. Stinking woman, do you dare to follow me?"
At that moment, a rough and hoarse voice made its way over.
Yang Fei felt a shiver go through his body, all his pores standing on end.
A supremely dangerous presence was approaching him, like a lion or a tiger, fiercely malevolent.
Such an intense sense of danger is not something that people who live in comfortable and peaceful environments can perceive.
Only those who have continuously skirted the edges of blood and fire, life and death, and have survived, can sense it.
He slowly turned around, only to see a square face emerging in front of him.
His jaw and lips were covered with scruffy stubble, his eye sockets sunken, and from his eyes shone a cold gleam, his evil smile looking terrifying.
Xue Tu!
Xue Tu's eyes, like those of a tiger, were fixed on the badge on Feng Cai'er's chest.
It turns out that during her negotiation with the Railway Police earlier on, in order to prove her identity, Feng Cai'er had casually pinned the police emblem on her shirt.
She had forgotten to take it off afterwards, and while she was frequently keeping an eye on Xue Tu, he had recognized her identity.
Feng Cai'er had been extremely frightened, but the moment she heard that voice, she suddenly wasn't afraid anymore.
She slowly lifted her head from Yang Fei's arms and looked directly at Xue Tu, "You dare to come back? You murderer!"
Xue Tu chuckled twice, his face full of scorn, "I, Xue Tu, roam the world, going wherever I please."
"Heh heh, stinking cop, you don't think the lousy special forces of Huaxia can scare me, do you?"
Feng Cai'er's body visibly shook, but then she lifted her head high and said loudly, "Xue Tu, you won't get away."
Xue Tu chuckled coldly a few times and suddenly made his move, fast as lightning, reaching for Feng Cai'er's neck.
His hand formed the shape of a Tiger Claw, and the wind whistling through his fingers was incredibly fierce, producing a sharp sound as it cut through the air.
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