Chapter 1478 Following the Clues to Find the Melon?

"Yeah, it's a cloned car; we can't get to the bottom of it."

Luo Feng put his phone back in his pocket, his tone indifferent, as if he were talking about something unimportant, "Don't worry about it. Since they dared to follow us, they'll eventually slip up."

Even so, he still walked to the window, lifted the corner of the curtain, and glanced downstairs again.

The black car remained parked in the same spot, very discreet and professional.

His opponents are now very different from those of the past.

Every faction possesses absolutely outstanding capabilities.

From now on, Luo Feng's life will inevitably be even more precarious.

He was already considering whether he should leave the city and go somewhere else.

He looked away and said to Lin Naoko, "You should get some rest. Don't wait for me. I'll look at the documents for a while longer."

Lin Naoko nodded without asking any further questions.

She knew Luo Feng's personality; any unspoken concerns he had were because he didn't want her to worry.

Luo Feng sat on the sofa, not looking at the documents immediately, but thinking about the writing style.

The fact that the cloned car is so well hidden these days suggests it's probably not a spur-of-the-moment test by the Mafia.

It's more like they've been waiting here all along, just waiting for him to come back.

It seems that besides Zhang Qi and the remnants of the Mafia, there are more people watching him than he thought.

Lin Naizi glanced back at Luo Feng and sighed softly.

Having known Luo Feng for a long time, she knew his temperament. Anything he didn't explain clearly was because he didn't want her and the child to worry.

She turned and walked towards the guest room, but before entering, she turned back and added a sentence.

"Don't stay up too late. We need to check Xiaoya's temperature tomorrow morning. If you collapse, who will support you?"

"it is good."

Luo Feng nodded and smiled at her.

He knew exactly what this woman was thinking.

He just felt that the fact that this car with the fake license plate was hidden so well didn't seem like a spur-of-the-moment test by the Mafia.

Those people had just begged for a reconciliation, and they didn't have the guts to turn around and block his place.

It was as if they had been squatting there all along, just waiting for him to come back.

He took out his cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and held it between his fingers. He hadn't smoked in a long time and had been feeling particularly irritable lately. I wanted him to light one up.

This is a way to relieve stress, just like drinking alcohol.

In the end, after trying for a long time without success, he put it back in.

If the smoke drifts into the bedroom and chokes the child, then that's his fault.

After all, this thing is indeed unhealthy, as everyone knows, but not everyone can truly empathize with the pressure, so external help is needed.

Everyone deals with stress in a completely different way.

He had just picked up the documents on the table when a hidden door in the corner of the living room clicked open, and Toastmasters tiptoed out, seemingly worried about disturbing the little ones' rest.

"Brother Feng, the car downstairs hasn't moved yet."

Toastmasters lowered his voice and glanced out the window. "I just drove around the side road. The windows were tinted with the darkest film. I couldn't even see how many people were inside. I just saw a cell phone light coming from the driver's seat."

Luo Feng looked up and asked, "What did Boss Lei say?"

"Brother Lei just sent a message saying that the Mafia's hideouts are under close surveillance, and no one has moved out. However, there was a silver-gray van parked downstairs at Zhang Qi's apartment building just now, and it looks like it has fake plates."

Toastmaster clenched his fist. "Should I take two men and chase that car downstairs away? It'll save us from having to keep an eye on it at night."

"No." Luo Feng tapped the ink on the file book with his finger. "The more you move, the more vigilant they will become. Since they dare to squat here, they either want to find out my schedule or they are waiting for help."

"Have them squat down. You arrange for two of your brothers to dress up as food deliverymen and keep watch at the other end of the side road. Report any movement immediately."

He needs to control the situation, not alert the enemy.

Toastmaster paused for a moment, then realized what was going on and said, "Understood. I'll send Xiao Wu and A Kai. They're unfamiliar faces, and they won't stand out in their delivery uniforms."

He paused, then hesitated before adding, "Brother Feng, do you think this group... could be related to what we investigated about Luca three years ago?"

"It's too much of a coincidence that Zhang Qigang has made contact with his former mafia associates and they're now keeping an eye on him."

Luo Feng's gaze froze, his eyes darkening. "It's hard to say, but it's definitely not aimed at Xiao Ya."

"If they really wanted to cause trouble for the kids, they wouldn't be staking out the place like this."

He knew that the other party's target was definitely him, but Luo Feng didn't tell these people.

He has his own judgment on some things, and saying it out loud would only create unnecessary communication and wouldn't solve anything.

He got up and walked to the window, lifting the corner of the curtain and glancing at the black car downstairs. "Go arrange the men first, and tell Boss Lei to forget about the Mafia tonight, focus on Zhang Qi, and don't let him escape in the chaos."

Toastmasters agreed with a "yes" and were about to walk towards the hidden door when their cell phone in the living room suddenly vibrated.

Luo Feng picked it up and saw it was a message from his assistant, just two lines: "Brother Feng, I'm investigating something, and I think you need to know about it."

"Three years ago, Luca delivered a batch of scrapped medical equipment to Zhang Qi. It was smuggled through the Mafia's channels, and the delivery address was an abandoned pharmaceutical factory on the outskirts of the city."

Luo Feng narrowed his eyes, handed the phone to Toastmasters, and couldn't help but sneer: "See? Zhang Qi's connections with the Mafia have been going on for a long time."

"Who's in charge of that pharmaceutical company now?"

“It’s been abandoned for ages!” Toastmasters replied immediately after scanning the news. “Last year I even led a group there to clear out the homeless. All that was left inside were some broken machines, and the walls were covered in weeds. But when I passed by last month, I think I saw someone welding an iron gate at the entrance.”

Luo Feng raised an eyebrow, as if he had discovered something extraordinary. "Welding an iron door? Are you sure?"

There must be something wrong if it happens without a reason.

"Yeah, I thought it was some boss wanting to rent it out to store goods, so I didn't pay much attention." Toastmasters scratched his head. "Should I take a couple of people to check it out tomorrow morning?"

"No rush." ​​Luo Feng put his phone away. "Let's talk about it when it's light. Tonight, let's keep a close eye on these people who are tailing us and prevent them from doing anything funny."

He paused, then added, "Tell Xiao Wu and the others not to force the issue. If the other party really wants to leave, don't stop them. Just write down the license plate number. Even if it's a fake plate, write it down. There will always be a time when it matches up."

The lead horse agreed and quietly retreated.

The living room quieted down again. Luo Feng stretched, already enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of the night.

He walked to the bedroom door, gently pushed it open a crack, and saw Xiaoya turn over, her little hand still clutching the half-eaten strawberry, her breathing even. Luo Feng had originally planned to wait until she returned, assuming she would eat the strawberry.

Unexpectedly, Xiaoya kept holding onto the strawberry, as if it were some precious treasure, which was both funny and exasperating.

Lin Naoko sat on a small chair by the bed, not asleep either.

How could she possibly sleep after something like this happened?

More importantly, none of her recent intelligence reports have been of any use, which is quite frustrating.

Previously, Luo Feng relied entirely on Lin Naizi's intelligence, but this time it was mainly because of the recent events in Oucheng that completely touched on the blind spots of her intelligence organization.

Seeing him peek in, she quietly made a "shh" gesture, got up and tiptoed out, closing the door behind her.

"Still not asleep?" Luo Feng asked in a low voice.

"I heard you talking to Toastmasters, so I didn't dare fall asleep." Lin Naizi rubbed her eyes. "Is the car downstairs still there?"

"Yes." Luo Feng pulled her towards the sofa. "Don't worry, Toastmasters has arranged for people to keep an eye on things."

Lin Naoko sat down without saying anything, but simply reached out and touched him.

She noticed that the other person's hands were tightly wrinkled, almost leaving marks.

"I know you're anxious, but don't just wait it out."

Her voice softened a little, "Whether it's Zhang Qi or the Mafia, they can't escape. If you fall, my children and I will really panic."

Luo Feng's eyebrows twitched, but he didn't refute.

In the past, he would have frowned and said, "It's none of your business," but hearing this now, he felt a little relieved.

He leaned back on the sofa and chuckled self-deprecatingly, “Back in China, I always thought that as long as I cleared myself of all trouble, I would be fine. But after coming to Europe, I realized that even if you don’t go looking for trouble, trouble will come looking for you.”

It's the same not only in Europa City, but everywhere else too.

It's true that in this world, the poor have their troubles and the rich have theirs.

It's quite possible that the problems of the wealthy are even more troubling for them, because these are issues that money can't solve.

"There's nothing we can do about it." Lin Naizi picked up the warm water on the table and handed it to him. "If you're protecting us, you have to shoulder this burden, but don't do it all by yourself. Ningbing and I can help keep an eye on things for you."

Luo Feng took the water glass, and just as he took a sip, his phone vibrated again.

The voice message from Toastmasters was very low and had some background noise.

"Brother Feng, that car downstairs moved! It headed west. Another guy and I followed it on an electric scooter. The last two digits of the license plate are 73, it's obviously a fake plate!"

Luo Feng immediately sat up straight, his expression serious, and said, "Don't get too close, be careful, and report your location."

After sending the message, he turned to Lin Naizi and said, "I'm going to see Boss Lei. Keep an eye on things here. Call me if anything happens."

"Go now?" Lin Naoko frowned. "It's almost one o'clock, it's not safe."

"fine."

Luo Feng grabbed his coat and put it on. "If they dare to make a move, it means they've given themselves away. I'll go to Boss Lei's place to get people, and we can follow the trail."

He paused, then added, "Lock the bedroom door from the inside. Don't open it for anyone, including those who bring breakfast."

Lin Naoko nodded and didn't stop her any further.

She knew that she couldn't persuade him otherwise.

Watching Luo Feng grab his car keys and walk towards the door, she suddenly called out, "Luo Feng."

Luo Feng turned around.

"Come back soon." Lin Naoko looked at him, her eyes shining brightly. "The children are awake and need you to hold them."

There's actually another layer of meaning to this, which those who know will understand.

Luo Feng paused for a moment, then smiled slightly, said nothing, and pushed open the door to leave.

The motion-activated lights in the hallway turned on, and the footsteps faded into the distance.

Lin Naizi walked to the window, lifted the corner of the curtain, and saw Luo Feng's car rush out of the garage, steadily following the direction in which the black car disappeared.

Like a wolf that has its eyes on its prey, once it has its bite, it will not let go.

But she soon noticed that a silver-gray sedan in the shadows at the street corner slowly released its brakes and followed Luo Feng's car.

"Huh? What's going on?" Lin Naoko felt that something was not right.

At that moment, the woman in the driver's seat of the car had her fingertips on the steering wheel, her nails painted blue, and her gaze was fixed on Luo Feng's speeding black sedan through the night vision goggles.

Ice Rose's face was covered with frost, revealing only a pair of beautiful, cold eyes. She even deliberately kept her breathing extremely light, for fear of disturbing Luo Feng.

A simple route map was spread out on the passenger seat, with the location of the abandoned pharmaceutical factory on the outskirts of the city circled in bright red.

The words "Zhang Qi and the Mafia" were also marked next to it.

"The fish is hooked."

Ice Rose whispered into her earpiece, her voice devoid of warmth, "Luo Feng has followed, and Boss Lei's men have also made their move. The idiots in the Mafia are still waiting in their den for a settlement agreement, which conveniently keeps us in the dark."

"Are you really going to lay a hand on him?"

A deep, resonant male voice came through the headset, "Your sister... isn't she with him?"

"Don't try to take her place with me!"

Upon hearing the words "sister," Ice Rose seemed a little excited.

Since getting together with Luo Feng, the two sisters have not spoken a word to each other.

The Snake Princess wanted to completely get rid of the Shadow Council and escape that feeling from before, so she wouldn't even think about talking to the Ice Rose.

“She and I are no longer sisters. Now, I am carrying out a mission for the Shadow Council.”

"Very good." The magnetic voice carried a hint of approval. "I believe the organization will be very pleased to hear you say that."

Whether you can capture Luo Feng or not depends on whether you can succeed this time.

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