Chapter 503: Breakfast

No one in the tavern answered.

The dozen or so killers from all over the country felt their breathing become heavy involuntarily, not just because of the scent of blood on Nie Yu—who knew how many people he had killed—but because of those indifferent and highly oppressive eyes. He was like a wolf king walking in the wilderness, bathed in blood, his murderous intent chilling.

It was unknown how much time had passed before the bartender behind the bar finally spoke slowly:

"...I don't know."

Hearing this answer, Nie Yu’s eyes narrowed involuntarily. Carrying his hunting rifle, he walked to the bar amidst the creaking of the floorboards and said in a deep voice:

"Vulture, what about the people I sent to watch her?"

The bartender didn't speak. He silently opened his phone, and a news report popped up before Nie Yu’s eyes.

"At 3:00 PM today, a major traffic accident occurred on the Loujiang Highway. An electric car and a gas car collided at high speed, both igniting and falling off the highway; no survivors. Another car was completely shattered, suspected to have been hit with extreme force, causing the two people inside to be crushed to death;

A third car was parked on the side of the road, and in the car with its hazard lights on, two male corpses were found, shot to death...

According to police investigations, all surveillance on that section of the road was damaged simultaneously, and no footage of the incident was found. Efforts are currently underway to reconstruct the scene...

At the same time, the police revealed that the vast majority of the victims were wanted fugitives, so the possibility of a vendetta cannot be ruled out... Our reporters will continue to report on this..."

As Vulture pressed the lock screen, only Nie Yu’s cold face remained on the black screen. His brows were already tightly knitted together.

"...It’s that guy in the brown coat." Nie Yu seemed to recall something, anger climbing into his eyes. "He can affect the surrounding electronic equipment. It must be him! He really was going after Su Zhiwei."

"He must be like you, possessing power beyond the ordinary." Vulture placed the cleaned glass on the bar, poured whiskey into it from the side, and said slowly,

"If that’s the case, finding more killers won't do anything to him... You have to take action yourself."

"Of course I’m going to kill him with my own hands."

"But we don't even know where they’re hiding right now..."

Nie Yu sneered, downed the whiskey in his glass, and slammed it onto the bar. The terrifying force crushed the glass into a pile of shards on the table.

Under the gaze of everyone, who were so nervous they were almost suffocating, he picked up his hunting rifle and walked calmly out of the tavern.

"Send me the location of the car accident... The prey I’ve targeted never escapes."

……

Early morning.

Chen Ling slowly opened his eyes on the roof of the museum.

"Is it dawn..." Chen Ling stood up, his gaze sweeping across the distant horizon. After confirming that no foreign objects were approaching within his field of vision, he leaped off the roof as lightly as a butterfly.

Chen Ling wasn't sleepy to begin with, and because of the feeling of being watched, he hadn't stepped foot in the museum at all last night. Although he wasn't as vigilant toward Xiao Chunping anymore, he couldn't call it trust either. Resting in someone else’s territory without any defenses was naturally impossible.

Staying on the roof not only eliminated the feeling of being watched but also made it convenient for him to observe the situation at any time, preventing Nie Yu from launching a surprise attack at night. It was Chen Ling’s best choice.

At the same time.

In the corridor, a spirited youth was looking at his reflection in the window, carefully adjusting his bangs. He seemed dissatisfied no matter what, wishing he could weld them to his head one by one.

The next moment, he felt a blur before his eyes. A figure in a brown coat brushed past the window like the wind and landed silently in the corridor.

"Holy crap!!"

The sudden appearance of the figure startled Yao Qing, who subconsciously took half a step back.

When he saw it was Chen Ling, he couldn't help but complain: "No, are you cosplaying Spider-Man here early in the morning? Where did you come down from?!"

"The roof." Chen Ling replied flatly.

"...We prepared a bed for you, and you didn't sleep in it. Why did you go to the roof?"

"The roof has a good view, making it convenient for me to monitor the surroundings at any time and see if any enemies are approaching."

“……”

Yao Qing suddenly fell silent.

After a long while, he silently bowed to Chen Ling. "You’ve worked hard. It was my rudeness."

With Yao Qing’s attitude doing a 180-degree turn, Chen Ling’s brows raised slightly... Looking at the "simple" college student in front of him who knew how to correct his mistakes, Chen Ling couldn't help but recall his own youth, feeling a bit sentimental.

Chen Ling’s gaze fell to the side, where he saw a carefully prepared breakfast still steaming on the windowsill.

Not only were soy milk, fried eggs, sausages, and toast all there—a mix of Chinese and Western—but the toast even had a cute smiley face squeezed out of ketchup... Just as Chen Ling was about to look away, he suddenly let out a soft "oh," his "fiery eyes" locking onto the corner of the tray...

On the edge of the soy milk bowl, in a place almost no one would notice, there was a "❤️" drawn lightly with a pencil.

The lines of this heart were so faint, like the ignorant and green first love of a youth who wanted to hide it but wasn't willing to, so he could only leave the love silently in an inconspicuous corner, praying that one day it would be discovered by "her."

Chen Ling’s gaze became subtle. Yao Qing let out a cry of surprise and hugged the breakfast tray to his chest, afraid that Chen Ling would eat it directly.

"This... this isn't for you!"

"..." Chen Ling said helplessly, "I didn't say I wanted to eat it, did I?"

Yao Qing still glared at him, his eyes full of vigilance, but thinking about how Chen Ling had guarded them for a night, his expression hesitated...

"If you want to eat... um... I’ll make you some in a bit, but this one isn't for you!"

Chen Ling couldn't be bothered to talk to him anymore and waved his hand.

"Go on, go on."

Yao Qing hugged the tray and walked toward Su Zhiwei’s room, but after walking a distance, he couldn't help but stop, adjust his hairstyle in the window, and then continue forward...

"You’re going the wrong way." Chen Ling couldn't help but remind him.

"What?"

"Your Sister Zhiwei got up before dawn, an hour earlier than you." Chen Ling pointed toward the courtyard. "She’s practicing over there."

Yao Qing froze for a long time, then hurried toward the courtyard with the tray. After pushing open the central glass door, a figure under a willow tree came into view.

In the courtyard full of spring, Su Zhiwei was wearing a white practice suit, standing gracefully in front of the swaying willow branches. Her hands were like gently flowing streams, gathered in front of her as if embracing a semicircle.

Her steps were steady and light, sometimes striking with palms, sometimes clenched into fists. Her tied-up black hair swayed in the wind with the tender willow, combining hardness and softness.

Su Zhiwei was completely immersed in this set of boxing techniques and didn't notice Yao Qing’s arrival at all. Beads of sweat seeped from her forehead.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. As her hands stirred, gusts of breeze rose from beneath her...