The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician
Chapter 295 - 191 Tang’s Invitation: Fox Hunt (1 update, suggest reading after complete)_2

Chapter 295: Chapter 191 Tang’s Invitation: Fox Hunt (1 update, suggest reading after complete)_2

"Miss Qiu, what a coincidence to find you here too," Jiang Shu greeted Qiu Wanying.

Qiu Wanying also turned her head to smile and said, "Right, I’m just on my way home too."

"Mm-hmm, let’s hit the road then." Ray stepped on the gas pedal, and because Qiu Wanying was sitting next to him, he seemed somewhat restrained, unable to fully relax.

"How about we grab a bite together?" Suddenly, Qiu Wanying made the suggestion.

Ray turned to look at her, shocked, as if he’d suddenly been rendered speechless, his capacity to understand human language seemingly plummeting. He tried to comprehend the casual remark from Qiu Wanying, "You mean, you and me... we have dinner together?"

"Mm, is there a problem?" Qiu Wanying laughed, charmingly playful in her tone, "Or is it... you don’t want to?"

Ray didn’t understand why Qiu Wanying had suddenly become so nice to him, not only willing to ride in his car but even willing to have dinner with him. All he knew was that the woman sitting in the passenger seat...

Was smiling at him, and she was beautiful!

"I’d love to, absolutely!" Ray nodded frantically, glancing at Jiang Shu in the rearview mirror, "No objections, right, Jiang Shu?"

Logically speaking, Ray should try to get Jiang Shu out of the dinner plans before they even started, aiming for some alone time with Qiu Wanying, but he...

Was a bit timid.

Scared of messing up, he didn’t dare.

So he wanted Jiang Shu to help him get the measure right.

"No objections, as long as you’re paying," Jiang Shu naturally understood Ray’s intention after being in the same crew for so long, and he nodded in resigned agreement.

——

Devil Wind stepped off the high-speed train, made his way through the noisy crowd, and walked leisurely towards the taxi rental area.

He took out a pocket watch, opened it, and glanced at the time.

It was now seven o’clock in the evening, roughly four hours until Fox and Fang Yue would arrive in Thirteen District.

If everything went smoothly, that is.

But if it was that guy who promised, it would surely go well.

He forced a smile, but it wasn’t natural, and he realized this, quickly reverting back to a stern expression, maskless face.

Unlike Fox, whose appearance seemed to be from an elegant drama, his face was utterly ordinary, with sagging jowls and a habitually downturned mouth, reminiscent of a gangster’s henchman.

He was burly, with a broad and stocky frame. Due to his massive upper body muscles, he seemed almost short and chubby, although he was not short at all, standing at a full 1.8 meters tall.

Fox, when bored, had even measured him once; just the circumference of one of his upper arms was seventy centimeters, a terrifying figure.

The kind...

That could slap three little foxes to death with a single swipe.

Fingering the worn pocket watch, he didn’t put it back in his chest pocket.

He had received this watch in a shelter, a gift from a mother after he had rescued her little boy who had been trapped in the heart of the battlefield.

Compared to those intangible honors and medals, this was what he truly cherished.

If not for the unexpected, he would have become a police officer.

Thinking of this, Devil Wind sighed again in his heart.

This matter had become his obsession, not fading with time, but becoming more irritating.

Like a clumping of erythrocytes in the blood vessels, hindering smooth circulation with each heartbeat.

How good it would be to be a police officer for just one day.

And now, he was nothing but a criminal.

He thought to himself with self-mockery, then got into one of the continuously arriving taxis.

But as long as he was present, Deception Group would never harm an innocent person.

Deception Group had its goals, but no matter what, those goals should not be tainted with any blood that should not be spilled, or else it would lose the original intention of the endeavor.

Devil Wind’s gaze pierced through the late night, aiming straight towards his home.

Three months had passed; he had no idea what his home had turned into, but it couldn’t be too bad since he had cleaned it well before leaving.

The taxi drove steadily toward his home, not too far from the high-speed train station.

An hour later, he pulled up the shutter door of his shop, walked in, and then pulled the door shut again, locking it.

The shop was his home, the front part used to display goods, receiving customers, and the back part was his living area.

He glanced around; he had tried to arrange the various props in the shop neatly, but because there were so many things, it still looked a bit messy.

It seemed no different than before.

He headed towards a small room in his living area, his control room where he had set up several cameras in the shop with the monitoring footage stored inside.

First, to check the surveillance footage.

He opened the door to the small compartment, turned on the light, and reached for a storage device connected to the surveillance line.

"Huh?" Following the direction of his hand, he spotted a transparent thread.

The thread was not long, very short, and tightly stretched; one would certainly not notice it if unaware of its presence beforehand.

It was cunningly connected near the storage device by him, designed so that anyone attempting to take the storage device would break the thread.