Chapter 1346 - 1346: Something's Not Right with the Atmosphere

The Wind and Wave Pavilion, historically known as a pavilion within the prison of the Ministry of Justice during the Southern Song Dynasty.

A famous story related to it is about Qin Hui who falsely accused the renowned general Yue Fei and his son Yue Yun, leading to their deaths at the pavilion.

Of course, Jiangcheng's Wind and Wave Pavilion is not the original.

It's a replica built to commemorate the national hero Yue Fei, and it's one of Jiangcheng's few mildly popular tourist spots.

After analyzing, Xiao Feng concluded that the mysterious woman chose to meet at the Wind and Wave Pavilion for reasons other than commemoration.

But regardless, after much consideration, Xiao Feng decided—to go!

"Master, are you really going?" Di Junxiong couldn't help but ask with concern.

Xiao Feng smiled easily: "Of course I have to go. Obtaining the video can prove my innocence.

And you all can quickly solve the case, giving the public an explanation—it's a win-win situation."

"But if the opponent has an ambush, wouldn't you be in danger?"

Xiao Feng chuckled: "Don't overthink it. Maybe the other side just wants some money."

Zhao Xingfeng and the others exchanged glances, knowing this wasn't Xiao Feng being optimistic, deliberately thinking positively.

He had already made up his mind—it wasn't a matter of choice!

Wang Qiang thought for a moment and suggested: "How about we apply to get a team to support, and then conceal them around the Wind and Wave Pavilion.

After all, this isn't just Feng's business. If there's danger, we can rush over in time."

This suggestion was reasonable for Xiao Feng to accept.

However, before he could express his opinion, a shorter middle-aged man beside Di Junxiong spoke first: "Good idea, but it's unlikely to be feasible."

"What do you mean?" Wang Qiang frowned.

The middle-aged man explained: "I took my son to the Wind and Wave Pavilion recently.

Not many people, no cover around it. An unnoticed ambush would have to be at least 500 meters away.

Most importantly, there's only one road to the place, flanked by antique-style shops. If the opponent sets up a lookout in any shop, it would alert them."

Xiao Feng nodded slowly, thinking the reason for choosing the pavilion might be just that...

After discussions, they chose a compromise plan.

Simply, Xiao Feng would wear a communicator while meeting the counterpart, and if anything felt off, he'd say a code word.

The support team would set off immediately, rushing to assist without alerting the opponent.

Frankly, Xiao Feng found the plan rather weak.

If that mysterious woman belonged to the Devil's Concentration Camp, the support might not be help but a meal delivery.

Still, having extra insurance is a good thing, might be life-saving in a critical moment.

"I'll start off and scout, and you follow ten minutes later." Xiao Feng said.

Di Junxiong and the others nodded in agreement; Zhao Xingfeng and Wang Qiang, especially, felt a familiar thrill.

Recalling the past missions with Xiao Feng, tense yet exciting.

...

As the middle-aged man said, there's only one road leading to the Wind and Wave Pavilion.

Flanking the cobblestone road are retro-style buildings, with every shopfront hanging two large red lanterns.

If not for the payment codes stuck on the doors, the overall atmosphere would be even better.

At this time, shops were shut with only lanterns lit at the doors.

A chilling wind howled, swaying the lanterns, making shadows sway along the streets.

"Quite suitable for a horror film," Xiao Feng chuckled softly, walking leisurely.

While walking, he looked around vigilantly.

Xiao Feng sensed quite a few gazes fixed on him—an instinct honed from countless battles.

In certain scenarios, it's even more effective than modern high-tech like radar or thermal imaging!

Sure enough, as he reached the middle of the street, an unexpected change occurred!

"Clack clack clack!"

The originally tightly shut wooden doors all swung open, and from each door emerged six or seven people, all armed.

With knives, pipe spikes, brass knuckles, nunchucks, and seven-section whips among others.

Various types, leaving one dazzled.

The scene, however... why does it look like a gang brawl?

Xiao Feng turned and saw similar scenes behind him.

Counting roughly, the front and rear added together made about eighty or ninety people.

Each wore arrogant expressions, seemingly wanting to carve "I'm a thug" on their foreheads.

Xiao Feng understood these weren't people from the Devil's Concentration Camp, as the style was clearly off.

Still, it was wise to see what the group intended to do first.

"Vroom vroom vroom!"

The sound of engines roared, the forty-odd people in front of Xiao Feng dispersed to the sides.

Blinding headlights aimed directly at Xiao Feng.

Despite the glare, from the engine sound and single beam, it was clear it was a motorcycle, not a car.

In the next moment, the motorcycle accelerated at high speed towards Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng remained calm, standing still with a composed expression.

Of course, in the eyes of the gangs on both sides, he appeared to be frozen in shock.

"Screeching!"

The piercing sound of friction as a sleek motorcycle spun its way towards Xiao Feng at about ten meters, marking the ground in black streaks with the smell of burnt rubber.

Xiao Feng remained motionless, eyes squinted, and even a smile on his lips.

Eventually, the motorcycle stopped ten centimeters in front of Xiao Feng.

The leather-clad, purple-haired young man dismounted and strutted to Xiao Feng, sizing him up before sneering: "Kid, that's guts you got there—not even dodging?"

"Why should I dodge?" Xiao Feng asked with a smile.

The remark left everyone startled, followed by bursts of laughter.

"This kid must've been scared stupid?"

"I think so too, maybe already wet his pants."

"This guy is likely a fool!"

Little did they realize that had their boss slammed the brakes a split second late, preparations for a funeral would have been needed.

The young man with purple hair raised his hand, quieting the commotion, looking sideways at Xiao Feng: "Whether you're fearless or faking composure—

It boils down to this: do you yield this turf or not?"

Xiao Feng frowned slightly; this was about turf?

The mysterious woman arranged to meet at the pavilion, yet halfway there, he was intercepted by a group asking about turf...

Suddenly, Xiao Feng realized; the mysterious woman likely wants to use him as a pawn.

"What happens if I yield; what if I don't?" Xiao Feng asked.

The purple-haired youth grinned: "Simple, permit it, and you can leave this street today; refuse, and there'll be a corpse here."

"Alright then, since you put it that way, it's yours."

"???" The purple-haired youth.

That easy?

All my prepared lines—completely wasted.