Chapter Sixty-Six: The Blazing Sun Mercenary Corps

“Director Ye, I’m Liu Long. We had dinner together just a few days ago,” Liu Long hurried forward, identifying himself as though clutching at a lifeline upon seeing Director Ye.

“Xiao Li, take these two away as well, and keep a close watch on them,” Director Ye seemed not to hear Liu Long’s words, instead addressing his subordinates directly, instructing them to take both men away.

“Will you come back to the station with me now for interrogation, or return later?” Director Ye spoke to Li Yanran with an unusual tone, sounding almost respectful.

“I’ll head back later. Thank you for your hard work today, Director Ye,” Li Yanran glanced at Chu Feng, choosing not to leave with Director Ye.

Director Ye also cast a look at Chu Feng, but said nothing further, leading his men as they drove away.

“Chu Feng, later you’ll need to take me back to the station. I have to interrogate those people,” Li Yanran approached Chu Feng, wanting him to give her a ride.

“Chu Feng, my mother just called. She wants you to come to our house to discuss our engagement. Let’s go quickly,” Han Xuefang clung to Chu Feng’s arm, eager to take him away, clearly using him to provoke Li Yanran.

Li Yanran’s eyes dimmed at Han Xuefang’s words, surprised at how quickly things had advanced between Chu Feng and Han Xuefang—so much so that the matter of engagement was already at hand.

This was because Li Yanran had no idea how long Chu Feng and Han Xuefang had been seeing each other. Had she known, she would surely have competed fairly with Han Xuefang.

“Well, Officer Li, I’ll take Xiaofang home first. We’ll talk another time,” Chu Feng, embarrassed in front of Han Xuefang, opted to drive away with her rather than escort Li Yanran.

Li Yanran stood watching Chu Feng and Han Xuefang depart, biting her lip, then hailed a taxi from the roadside and returned to the station.

“I won’t go up later. After I drop you off at home, I need to return to the hospital,” Chu Feng admitted his apprehension of Han Xuefang’s parents, unwilling to face them again.

“I meant what I said—you know, if you want to get engaged, we can talk about it,” Han Xuefang spoke, pressing a heated hand to her face, confused as to why she had said such words in front of Li Yanran.

Chu Feng, driving, was startled by Han Xuefang’s words, slamming the brakes and stopping abruptly. He hadn’t expected Han Xuefang to truly like him, even willing to consider engagement.

“I think… maybe we shouldn’t talk about this now. Let me take you home first,” Chu Feng, uncertain how to respond, restarted the car and sped off, taking Han Xuefang home.

Han Xuefang saw Chu Feng was unwilling to discuss the matter further and refrained from pressing him, lowering her head, her eyes filled with conflicting emotions.

She knew she had spoken too soon—they’d only just met—but her feelings for Chu Feng were genuine.

Chu Feng waited until Han Xuefang went upstairs and sent him a message before leaving. His reluctance to accept Han Xuefang’s proposal stemmed from the peculiar nature of his own identity.

Driving to the hospital, Chu Feng’s mind was preoccupied with how to stabilize Old Chen’s condition, and then safely remove the two fragments lodged in his body.

Suddenly, Chu Feng was seized by an intense sense of danger, his heartbeat accelerating.

Through the windshield, he spotted something black speeding toward him. Instinctively, he ducked down over the steering wheel.

Just as he lowered his head, the sound of glass shattering echoed, and he felt something whizz past above him.

Thud! Whatever had flown overhead embedded itself in the seat behind him. Chu Feng looked up, seeing no one ahead.

Yet the sense of danger lingered. Not daring to linger, Chu Feng floored the accelerator, the car shooting off like a leopard.

Three minutes later, Chu Feng waited at a traffic light, just a block from the hospital.

His eyes fixed on the countdown. With ten seconds left, he released the handbrake, ready to race through as the light turned green.

Suddenly, Chu Feng ducked again, just as two sharp cracks rang out—the driver’s and passenger’s windows shattered.

Ignoring the traffic light, Chu Feng slammed the accelerator, the car darting forward like an arrow. Two minutes later, he arrived at the hospital.

After parking, Chu Feng examined the car carefully.

The windshield was shattered; both driver’s and passenger’s windows were broken. An arrow protruded from the back seat, its shaft buried deep with only the tip visible.

Chu Feng drew a sharp breath. Had he not reacted swiftly, that arrow would have struck his head instead of the seat.

He couldn’t fathom who would go to such lengths to kill him. The arrow was a special kind, shot from a crossbow.

Such crossbow bolts possessed tremendous power—at close range, they could pierce two or three bodies at once.

Gripping the arrowhead, Chu Feng pulled the bolt free, examining it. It was made of steel rather than iron, explaining its lethal force.

With the bolt in hand, Chu Feng headed to the second floor, intending to ask Old Jin or Old Wang if they recognized its origin.

“Chu Feng, it seems these people truly want you dead. This bolt comes from an organization called Sunfire—a mercenary group. Only Sunfire mercenaries use such crossbow bolts,” Old Wang said, his face filled with worry, suggesting he had encountered Sunfire before.

“So they want to kill me merely to stop me from treating Old Chen. These people are truly ruthless,” Chu Feng surmised, understanding Sunfire’s motive was to prevent him from curing Old Chen.