Ye Xiaoxiao's question gave Zhang Jie a headache, but he couldn't ignore her, so Zhang Jie could only forcefully help her towards his car.
It felt like helping a drunk person, but luckily, both of them were Asian, so it didn't arouse suspicion from others.
After a great deal of effort, he finally tossed Ye Xiaoxiao into the camaro's passenger seat. Zhang Jie quickly got into the driver's seat, started the car, and drove off.
Zhang Jie truly hadn't expected Ye Xiaoxiao's hemophobia to be so severe.
Helpless, he could only check into a hotel.
Savings - $400
Sigh~(ಡ ω ಡ)
His wallet had gotten thinner again... He didn't dare let a waiter help her, otherwise, the two knives on his waist would be enough for someone to call the police.
He then took out the hotel's medical kit and cleaned Ye Xiaoxiao's wounds. Fortunately, they were all superficial injuries, nothing serious.
As for what was under her clothes, he didn't dare touch it. If she woke up, he wouldn't be able to explain himself.
However, his medical proficiency did increase a bit.
Anyway, as long as she didn't faint again after waking up, it would be fine.
He didn't make a move today, but Elena did catch his attention. The HK Alliance actually sent assassins to kill him.
This woman said she wanted to capture him alive, but the others wouldn't, which meant there were at least two teams of people.
It seemed his days ahead wouldn't be peaceful.
There was also John's reminder to him, "Beware of the Malay." The problem was, these past few days, besides encountering an unknown force hunting him, there was also Elena, the viper from KH.
Currently, it seemed the Malay had nothing to do with it.
What a sin!
From the moment he stepped into the Ark Hotel until now, the troubles hadn't stopped. It was as if everything had converged at once.
The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became. Elena's retreat tonight was also inexplicable. She fought with Ye Xiaoxiao in a daze and then left?
He always felt there was another conspiracy hidden behind it.
Thinking of this, Zhang Jie took out his phone, found John's number, edited a message, and sent it.
No reply.
After about an hour, Ye Xiaoxiao slowly woke up.
Waking up and finding herself in a hotel, Ye Xiaoxiao immediately cautiously checked herself. Discovering her clothes were perfectly intact, she breathed a sigh of relief, then cast her gaze towards Zhang Jie, who was standing by the window.
"You didn't take advantage of me?"
"You really are somewhere between a beast and worse than a beast."
The two consecutive taunts made Zhang Jie's mouth twitch. I'm not saying, Miss, what exactly are you trying to do?
Zhang Jie was truly speechless. He found it hard to imagine an Asian person having such a mindset. Had he fallen behind the times?
Seeing Zhang Jie's speechless expression, Ye Xiaoxiao stopped teasing, "Alright, I'll ask you one more time, do you want to learn Wing Chun with me?"
"..."
I'm not saying, sister, are you short on money?
Or is your martial arts school short on students?
Why do you keep asking me if I want to learn Wing Chun?
Although I'm a bit tempted, I shouldn't have shown it so obviously, right?
Seeing Zhang Jie remain silent, Ye Xiaoxiao also fell silent for a moment.
"Alright, benefactor, I won't force you anymore. When you want to learn, just tell me."
Knowing Zhang Jie had his concerns, she wouldn't push him. These things were originally about fate.
What's more, her visit this time was truly to repay a life-saving kindness. Although it was a chance encounter, repaying the favor was genuine.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have needed to fight with that woman, all to prove her strength.
"Let's go."
Huh?
Zhang Jie turned around and saw Ye Xiaoxiao already at the door.
"My family is strict; I can't stay out overnight." To be honest, Ye Xiaoxiao's words truly made Zhang Jie laugh and cry at the same time.
What, am I going to eat you or something?
But since she'd said that much, then go, go.
Although the room had only been occupied for less than two hours, when checking out, Zhang Jie had a good talk with the front desk. After a fierce negotiation, the room was taken by Zhang Jie in the form of an hourly room.
Assets - $50
Assets + $350
Zhang Jie was very satisfied with this result.
His already not-so-rich wallet finally got some breathing room and didn't have to go on a diet anymore.
The front desk manager also watched Zhang Jie leave with a shocked expression. How did this guy haggle?
How did I agree to convert the full-day room rate to an hourly rate?
Could this man be impotent?
Couldn't he last one night?
Ignoring the front desk's reaction, Zhang Jie and Ye Xiaoxiao had already walked out of the hotel.
"Are you really not going to learn?" Ye Xiaoxiao still couldn't help but ask.
Uh... Your persistence makes me think there's something fishy going on!
"Where do you live? I'll see if it's on the way. If it is, I won't give you a ride."
Ye Xiaoxiao: ?
No? What do you mean!
If you don't want to give me a ride, don't say anything! You insensitive man!
"Behind the Metropolitan Theater!"
Ye Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth, glaring at Zhang Jie, even striking the opening pose of Wing Chun, as if to say, if you dare say it's not on the way, I'll beat you to death with a flurry of sun punches!
"Get in the car!"
Zhang Jie rolled his eyes.
Can't beat her, admit defeat!
Just as the big V8 engine started, two gray Hummer H2s not far away also started.
At the same time, an RQ-11 drone quickly took off from the roof of a Hummer, providing aerial vision support. The Hummer and the camaro maintained a distance of about 500 meters.
The RQ-11 "Raven," a 1.9 kg hand-launched drone with a 60-90 minute endurance, is military-grade equipment.
Zhang Jie didn't notice, because Ye Xiaoxiao was chattering away... How can you be a chatterbox normally, calm in battle, hemophobic after battle, and yet so persistent and relentless at the same time?
Are you a character from Identity V?!
Complaining is complaining, but Zhang Jie wouldn't say it out loud. He just headed towards the Metropolitan Theater.
New York at midnight was not quiet either.
The air conditioning hummed softly, and the jazz music from the car radio was like a glass of stale whiskey, murky and languid.
Driving out of Chinatown, the neon "Char Siu" cast a blood-red glow on the windshield. A woman in a sequined cheongsam stood at the alley entrance. The flame of a lighter licked the "dream" tattoo on her collarbone, then extinguished.
The art gallery gates in SoHo were tightly shut, and KAWS's graffiti grinned in the shadows.
The Lincoln Center fountain in Midtown was dry, coins at the bottom like drowned scales.
In the distance, a neon tube on a building "popped" and burst, a blue-purple arc briefly spelling "MET" in the night sky, then fading.
Zhang Jie's gaze, however, became serious. At a traffic light earlier, he had seen that gray Hummer. After two more traffic lights, he saw it again.
He initially thought it was a coincidence, just the same route, but when Zhang Jie pretended to go to the next intersection, he found that gray Hummer quietly trailing behind him at a distance.
He immediately knew he was being followed. Although the Hummer was sometimes visible and sometimes not, it was indeed always trailing behind.
"You might not be able to go home tonight." Zhang Jie spoke coldly, his mind already simulating the map of New York.
Being able to follow from a distance consistently meant more than one car was following, and perhaps there were "technological" means. He didn't know if there were drones, but being tracked was a solid fact.
"Ah?" Ye Xiaoxiao was stunned, but seeing Zhang Jie's serious expression, she immediately fell silent.
"Hold on tight!" Zhang Jie instructed, then stomped on the accelerator. The V8 engine instantly roared, and the immense torque was directly transmitted to the tires, kicking up a cloud of white smoke.
Screech—
The V8's roar, combined with the piercing sound of tires rubbing, caused many windows in the buildings above to light up.
Then, this yellow camaro ss shot out like a yellow lightning bolt.
Faintly, Ye Xiaoxiao's startled cry could be heard from the passenger seat of the car.
In the rearview mirror of the passenger seat of the Hummer following behind, a man's face was reflected.
The leader of the Massacre Squad, Evil Wolf. A man who resembled Mads Mikkelsen.
The speeding car kicked up a fortune cookie strip that read: "Great Luck," but no one picked it up.
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