Chapter 63: I, Ye Sheng, Report Tomb Robbery Under My Real Name!

"Long-legs, you almost turned into Little Dragon Maiden."

A gloating voice came through the satellite phone from Potato Girl, evidently finding it quite memorable that Long-legs, who had always been invincible in the romantic arena, had wiped out over a man for the very first time.

Especially since the one who caused her wipeout was a virgin not yet eighteen.

Long-legs was riding a black motorcycle missing one rearview mirror through the night, her tone icy: "What do you mean? Do you really think I'd confuse the anesthetic antidote with the ancient dragon serum?"

"No, I'm talking about the heroine of a martial arts novel. In a certain much-criticized plot, she was in a state similar to yours just now—completely immobilized by someone's scheme, and miserably defiled by a scoundrel who stripped her of her innocence."

Potato Girl's voice took on a hint of emotion: "You should thank your lucky stars this is China. Anywhere else, the moment you were panting over the fuel tank, you'd have been dragged into an alley and violated. If this were India, it'd be even more terrifying. Who knows, even Lu Mingfei might have had to stay behind to keep you company."

"Don't mention that sickening place to me. And since when did you, of all people, start acting like Lu Mingfei, throwing patriotism around at every turn?"

Long-legs curled her lip. She still remembered when she was tailing Lu Mingfei; that guy had "evil overseas organizations" constantly hanging off his lips.

Strictly speaking, she also belonged to the category of overseas forces operating illegally in other countries that he kept talking about.

"Patriotism? Maybe. But I can guarantee that when Lu Mingfei interrogated Ye Sheng earlier, it wasn't just out of patriotism—it was entirely possible he was using righteousness to pressure him. For people with relatively high moral baselines, standing in opposition to justice and their motherland gives them a psychological burden, and clearly, that guy named Ye Sheng doesn't have a baseline that's all that flexible, so he got cornered by Lu Mingfei."

"Sounds plausible. So, have you found him yet?"

"No. The tracker you covertly planted on him has already been discovered. Right now, his trajectory is completely opposite to what it was a moment ago. He's probably stuck the tracker onto a passing car." A hint of helplessness laced Potato Girl's voice.

In a place like Mountain City, even navigation systems would be blinded, let alone when she was separated from him by half the globe.

"I just find it strange. Did this kid suddenly achieve sudden enlightenment or something? If his powers of observation were really this strong, would he have let Chen Wenwen string him along for all these years?" Long-legs felt an unwarranted sense of frustration. "Could his fetish really be hanging onto a sweet little foodie while remaining completely dead to a sexy older sister delivering warmth right to his doorstep? Didn't you say cuteness is utterly worthless in the face of sexiness?"

"Maybe your rank is too high and your romantic experience is too rich, so that kid saw through you at a glance as no good woman."

"So, is it time for Three-No to be deployed?" Long-legs turned the handlebars, preparing to first return her beloved motorcycle to their stronghold for repairs, then switch vehicles to hunt down Lu Mingfei. "Although Three-No Girl isn't as stacked as Mikuru Asahina, she's definitely in the same attribute category as Rei Ayanami. Lu Mingfei is an otaku who loves ACG; he definitely wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of an otherworldly alien beauty with the three-no trait."

"Hmph, if neither of you works out, I'll just have to make my entrance in the persona of a filthy rich sugar mommy."

"Ha, you?"

***

"Yes, I, Ye Sheng, am reporting a real-name crime! I'll stake my uncle's future on this—over by Wushan, there's a bunch of grave robbers colluding with foreigners to dig up ancestral tombs, and they even blew up the mountain! ...At the time, a stray bullet shattered my rearview mirror. If you search carefully, you can still find the pieces. Honestly, if I'd been driving just a tiny bit faster, I would've caught a bullet to the head!"

In a street public phone booth, Lu Mingfei, having changed into a new set of clothes, deliberately lowered his voice and spoke in a hurried, panicked tone:

"Anyway, that's how it is. You guys need to send people over there immediately to arrest them—in broad daylight under a bright sky, foreigners are actually violating China! Bring them to justice at once!"

With that, he slammed the payphone down. The panic matching his voice vanished from his face, and he calmly took off his gloves and stepped into the dark alley.

Arriving on another street, he traded a pack of cigarettes for the contact information of several illegal taxi drivers from a motorcycle taxi rider. Then, selecting a lucky winner at random, he struck a deal offering double the fare for a round trip and boarded an unlicensed cab bound for Yichang.

His goal was very pure: to head back as quickly as possible, hand the documents to Su Xiaoqiang so she could help him process the paperwork, and immediately leave the country to find his wife.

It was impossible to tell how many members Kassel College and the organization behind it had in China, so Lu Mingfei could only do his best to get the authorities to cause trouble for them, diverting their attention so they wouldn't keep clinging to him.

As for that extremely well-built female knight—she had even learned from Vermouth to plant a tracker; could anyone possibly expect her to be a good person?

*Prejudice!*

While waiting for the car earlier, he had chatted with the motorcycle taxi driver for a bit and learned that Mountain City currently had only three airports. Apart from the Mountain City International Airport where he had arrived, the other two weren't even worth mentioning.

Without needing to think, Lu Mingfei knew Kassel College would definitely send people to stake out Mountain City International Airport. So he simply did the exact opposite and took a flight out of another province.

Yichang had an airport anyway, and the travel time would be even shorter.

"Driver, drive faster. I'm in a hurry. Wake me up when we get there."

Refusing invalid communication to conserve his physical strength, Lu Mingfei lay down in the backseat, closing his eyes to feign sleep while dodging any potential surveillance and shadowing personnel.

As it happened, not long after he lay down, the black cab brushed past a black Mercedes affixed with anti-peeping window film.

In the driver's seat, Long-legs was pondering a suitable opportunity to repay today's supreme humiliation, while on the other end, Potato Girl had already checked local airport flights, confirming that the only one meeting Lu Mingfei's needs was Mountain City International.

Yet, given his behavior and thought patterns that completely upended all past understanding, she couldn't predict his next move. It was entirely possible that guy, in order to keep his gun, might just drive all the way back.

Thus, she had to resort to a clumsy method: centering on the spot where Lu Mingfei and Long-legs had parted ways, she systematically hacked and checked the surveillance cameras of surrounding shops one by one to see if she could find any trace of him.

"That kid's anti-reconnaissance awareness is a bit too strong. Does the military training arranged by Xilan High School include reconnaissance and anti-reconnaissance training?"

After about an hour, Potato Girl finally found Lu Mingfei's figure in a piece of surveillance footage and couldn't help muttering a complaint.

When Long-legs found that cluster of motorcycle taxis, she just had to stand there, and without even calling out, a bunch of drivers swarmed over to solicit passengers.

When she simply said her rebellious younger brother had run away from home and showed a photo, someone immediately declared they knew where he went, provided the illegal taxi driver's contact information, and bragged that a single phone call could send the person right back.

Although Zhang Wuji's mother had said that the prettier a woman was, the better she was at lying, the reality was that the prettier a woman was, the easier it was for her to gain the favor and trust of others—especially members of the opposite sex.

Long-legs politely declined the suggestion of a phone repatriation; after all, if Lu Mingfei realized something was amiss, he might just knock the driver unconscious, stuff him in the trunk, and drive off himself.

By the time she sped all the way over to Yichang, it was still too late. She could only watch helplessly as Lu Mingfei boarded his flight and soared into the sky.

Compared to Long-legs, who had hurried over only to find herself a step behind, the people over at Kassel College realized he had fled only *after* Lu Mingfei's plane had taken off.

Because of Lu Mingfei's phone call, Mountain City could spare no more manpower, so the unfortunate Ye Sheng—who had lost his gun—and his partner Jiude Ayaki were dispatched to hunt for the weapon.

Freyr bullets were alchemical products; since Lu Mingfei couldn't take them onto the airplane, he had to find somewhere to discard them. They had to ensure the gun and bullets wouldn't fall into the hands of ordinary people.

Pity that they were destined never to find them.