Chase Game

Time quickly came to 6:55. When Ling Yi and Zhang Qiang arrived, Li Qingping, Du Hengbo, and Liu Hao were already there.

"Where is Sister Yuebai?"

Zhang Qiang looked left and right, but didn't see the only woman in their team.

Slightly tipsy, Li Qingping was also engrossed in a game, while Du Hengbo was engaged in a fierce battle. Only Liu Hao answered:

"There are still five minutes left until the agreed time. We should be arriving soon. Sister Yuebai is always punctual."

Sure enough, not long after Liu Hao finished speaking, Tang Yuebai arrived with a smile.

Apart from Li and Du, who were engrossed in their own worlds, the other three were immediately impressed.

Tang Yuebai did not dress up for the occasion; she simply wore casual clothes like everyone else.

But among all the passersby, she seemed to have a spotlight, attracting everyone's attention.

Tang Yuebai can no longer be called a "young girl"; a young girl's eyes are always watery, clear, and captivating.

Her eyes, calm, gentle, and with an all-knowing wisdom, were the gaze of a "lady"—

Like the gaze of a bright moon.

And in the eyes of the crowd, there was not a trace of disrespect, only appreciation, an appreciation of beauty.

Amidst the admiring gazes of the crowd, Tang Yuebai walked up to them and teased them lightly:

"What, am I that strange?"

Zhang Qiang and Liu Hao scratched their heads simultaneously. Liu Hao said:

"Sister Yuebai, you seem a little different today."

"What's the difference?"

The question was clearly asked in jest, but surprisingly, Liu Hao answered it very seriously:

"It's kind of...good-looking!"

Everyone was slightly taken aback. If they hadn't known that Liu Hao was such a serious person, then Ling Yi and Zhang Qiang would have started to say in unison:

That's so damn tacky!!!

However, this remark successfully amused Tang Yuebai.

It wasn't the kind of polite smile that's always on your face, but a genuine smile that showed joy and happiness.

Liu Hao also realized he had said something wrong and felt somewhat embarrassed.

Perhaps the degree is insufficient; it shouldn't be "somewhat," but rather "very much"?

Yes, that must be it. I need to be careful what I say next time, so I don't make myself a laughingstock!

After a brief incident, the group drove to the barbecue stall.

Since Liu Hao suggested the location, he was the one who drove.

Otherwise, if Ling Yi were to drive, everyone would lose their appetite for barbecue just thinking about how it tasted that morning.

As Liu Hao drove the seven-seater van smoothly, winding its way through traffic, the streetlights along the way gradually brightened.

At night, most parts of the city are deserted, except for one place that becomes lively at night.

That's the "night market".

Liu Hao finally found an empty space in the designated parking lot, and after parking his car, he said:

"This is the only way we can drive; it'll be a bit of a walk to get off."

"Ritian, how many times have you been here? You seem to know this place well?"

Li Qingping had asked casually, but Liu Hao froze for a moment, then answered somewhat embarrassedly:

"Well... I haven't been here many times..."

No one paid any attention and urged Liu Hao to lead the way.

Although there were many people, it didn't feel crowded as you moved with the flow of people. However, everyone still intentionally or unintentionally protected Tang Yuebai in the middle.

As they walked, the crowds thinned out, and Ling Yi couldn't help but wonder:

"Liu Hao, we've already passed the night market street, haven't we? Isn't that shop you recommended here?"

Liu Hao, who was leading the way, pointed to a small shop not far away, which was covered by a plastic shed and lit only by a single dim light, and said:

"Yes, that's it! It's a bit out of the way, but the food is absolutely delicious!"

With Liu Hao's enthusiastic recommendation and introduction, everyone could only suppress their doubts and quicken their pace with a bit of anticipation.

Finally, when everyone arrived at the shed, they saw that there was a sign on it, but the lights were not on.

After Zhang Qiang saw it clearly, he read aloud:

"Old Zhou's BBQ, the name is quite simple, but why is there no one here?"

Liu Hao was also somewhat puzzled, and frowned as he asked:

"That shouldn't be the case. Although this place is in a remote location, it usually has customers, and I even called Uncle Zhou to make a reservation..."

Just then, a series of clanging and clattering sounds came from inside the store as stainless steel cutlery fell to the ground.

At the same time, there were also curses.

Liu Hao frowned and stepped inside.

Seeing this, everyone realized that something was wrong, so they followed Liu Hao.

As soon as they stepped inside, they were stopped.

The shop entrance was inside the shed, but the glass door was locked from the inside, which was obviously suspicious.

There were two teenagers who looked like thugs sitting in the seats, each of them gnawing on a roast chicken.

One of the blue-haired men saw someone standing in front of the door and quickly nudged the yellow-haired man next to him.

The blond guy, his mouth dripping with oil from his munching, looked up and followed the direction the blue guy was signaling towards the shop door.

He grabbed the ice-cold beer next to him, took a sip, shoved the chicken he was eating down his throat, and then impatiently yelled:

"This place is closed, let's hurry and go somewhere else, let's go, let's go."

When the group arrived, they could hear more clearly the sounds of things being smashed and people swearing in the kitchen, along with an anxious and angry female voice.

They certainly couldn't be dismissed so easily. Not understanding the situation, they tried to be polite first, then resorted to force.

Li Qingping directly showed his official identification documents and said:

"Li Qingping, the leader of the Qingping Second Group of the Beiguan City Bureau, received a report that there was a group fight here."

Please open the door now and cooperate with our investigation.

The general public may not know about the Fugitive Pursuit Game Association, but the police definitely do.

Joining an official organization has this advantage: you have a legitimate identity for everything, making things much easier and smoother.

Upon seeing this, the blond-haired man frowned and gave a wink to the blue-haired man beside him. The blue-haired man understood and went to the kitchen.

The blond-haired man put on a fawning smile and said:

"Oh, it's Uncle Hat! I wouldn't have recognized you guys if you weren't wearing those... oh no, those uniforms."

It was clearly a delaying tactic. The group wasn't stupid; they weren't going to let Blue Hair go to the kitchen to report.

"Ouch……"

With a clang.

Drawn to his attention, the blond-haired man turned around and, seeing that it was the blue-haired man who had fallen to the ground, cursed irritably:

"What the hell is going on?"

Blue Hair replied with a soft "Ouch, ouch!"

"It hurts so much... Damn, my legs suddenly went weak, it hurts so much..."

Huang Mao wanted to curse again, but then he remembered that Uncle Hat was watching outside the door, so he decided to turn back and stall for time.

But when he turned around, he was so frightened that he almost fell off the bench.

"How the hell did you guys get in here...?"

He had clearly locked the door, but these people came in silently like ghosts and stood less than half a meter in front of him.

The men ignored him and went straight to the kitchen.

Only Tang Yuebai was at the very back, carrying a chain broken in two, tilting his head and chuckling softly:

"It's very simple, just cut it through the crack in the door."

P.S.: Just one chapter today, I'll owe you a little bit for now (˵˚ω˚˵)