Bring Me Away

Upon seeing the person, Feng Xue was completely bewildered, because he had meticulously scouted the place before deciding to attend this trap.

According to his prior investigation, this store should be one of the least crowded places near St. George's Avenue. The clothes in the store are extremely expensive. Even in Queen's District, a place full of wealthy people and aristocrats, there are not many customers every day. Moreover, the place that Feng Xue chose should be the innermost fitting room in the store. He really couldn't understand why there would be someone in this fitting room at this time!

The young woman standing in front of Feng Xue also showed a shocked expression, but before she could speak, the man opposite her suddenly took a coin out of his pocket and slapped it into her hand.

"Keep quiet."

"Ah, okay." The woman in the Locker Room instinctively clenched her fists, then nodded blankly, ignoring the fact that she was only halfway through changing. She just stood there blankly, and for a moment, the Locker Room fell silent.

However, this silence did not last long, because Feng Xue's perception left on the "Physical Clone" had been automatically withdrawn.

Undoubtedly, the clone has been "destroyed." This doesn't mean it was killed, but rather that the Physical Clone card is Trap Card that can only be activated when the enemy has the initiative (the opponent's turn). When you have the initiative (your turn), the summoned clone will be automatically destroyed.

His act of disengaging from the battle seemed to be interpreted as him taking the initiative, but his current position was only separated from the heavily fortified St. George's Avenue by a wall. Considering the presence of snipers earlier, he had no doubt that the surrounding streets were also being monitored, but there was no suitable excuse to evacuate the crowd.

After a moment's thought, Feng Xue took out a second coin and slipped it into the hand of the woman who was trying on her third outfit.

"Take me away from Queen's District."

"No problem." The woman took the coin and readily agreed. She then put the clothes she had only partially changed back on before leading Feng Xue out of the Locker Room.

Although Feng Xue's appearance was quite abrupt, and the heavy coat over his tuxedo made him look somewhat bulky, the Phantom of the Opera Set still managed to blend in with the environment, so much so that none of the shop assistants noticed anything unusual about this man Feng Xue, suddenly appearing and walking out of the women's clothing store's Locker Room with a customer.

"Pack up and deliver all the items I just tried on to my home." The woman who could afford to shop at this store was clearly a wealthy young lady. Waving a card that Feng Xue didn't recognize, she led Feng Xue out of the store as the staff respectfully said goodbye.

"Get in!" The rich woman walked to the car parked on the side of the street, got in by herself, and then waved to Feng Xue. To Feng Xue's surprise, the car was not the legendary supercar or luxury car, but a very ordinary, affordable BMW.

Although the BMW isn't exactly a bad car, it probably doesn't even cost as much as the clothes she bought today.

However, Feng Xue got into the car without any hesitation. As the car door closed, the car did not start immediately. Feng Xue turned her head and saw that the rich woman was changing her shoes.

"Did he change his heels into flats before getting in the car? He's someone who follows traffic rules!" Feng Xue thought to herself, her eyes constantly glancing out of the car until the engine started and she confirmed that no one was following her before she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ultimately, a person's concentration is limited. Once they subconsciously assume that the target is "one person," they will subconsciously ignore groups of two or more. In addition, since Feng Xue had changed her clothes, the probability of her being immediately noticed was really not high.

Now that I've relaxed, the soreness from being hit by bullets all over my body comes rushing back. Although the Phantom Clothes is bulletproof, I still have to withstand the impact of Blunt Weapon.

He slumped into the soft car seat, circulating his Internal Force in a state of extreme relaxation to quickly relieve his physical fatigue. Only then did he have the mind to observe the wealthy woman who had led him away from the danger zone.

She has classic blonde hair and blue eyes, with defined features. She wears light makeup, a white T-shirt, a black pencil skirt, and nude stockings, which accentuate her alluring figure. Her only jewelry consists of two ruby earrings and a delicate hair clip that holds up her blonde hair.

He looks to be around 24 or 25, but considering that Caucasians tend to be more mature (actually, they look older) than Asians, he might look even younger.

Her outfit was clearly the kind of seductive style that emphasized her figure, but at first glance, the first impression wasn't that she was pretty or sexy, but rather... cool.

It's that kind of heroic spirit that's perfect for tomb raiding in the mountains (that's archaeology by Lara Croft).

As the car drove through the streets of Bekeland, the young heiress's cell phone suddenly rang.

She casually tapped on her phone, and before she could even speak, a somewhat irritable voice came from the other end:

Jessica! Where have you been?

"I'm near Elizabeth Square, what's up?" the wealthy young woman, known as Jessica, replied casually, immediately followed by a furious outburst from the other end of the line.

"What's wrong? You're actually asking me what's wrong? Who asked me for a spot? Who promised to complete the mission? Now the Queen is on St. George's Avenue, and you're asking me what's wrong? I'm giving you ten minutes, get over here right now!"

"That won't do. I need to send someone off. I have to make sure things are settled before I think about anything else."

"Giving someone away? You're [beep--] working! And what do you mean by 'promised someone'? Didn't you promise me? I'm telling you, if you can't get here in ten minutes, then don't bother coming!"

"Beep beep beep--"

The phone call abruptly ended, and Feng Xue saw Jessica jerk violently, then slam on the brakes, slap herself hard on the forehead, and stare blankly at Feng Xue in the passenger seat beside her, saying:

"What's gotten into me? [Victoria swears] What's wrong with me? Fine, just get on with it, I'm going to speed things up!"

With that, Jessica stepped on the gas, and the car, which was only barely keeping up with the speed limit, roared to life. With a surge of acceleration, Jessica's car shot forward.

"Well..." Feng Xue chuckled awkwardly while mentally reconstructing the surrounding map. Transactions are reciprocal and can be considered a contract in a sense. Feng Xue's request was "take me away from Queen's District," and the contract was established once the other party agreed.

No matter what problems they encountered, the other party would do their best to get Feng Xue out of Queen's District, and before leaving Queen's District, Feng Xue could not get rid of the other party's "escort".

Of course, this kind of contract is not unchangeable.

That means spending another sum of money to change the terms of the transaction.

Feng Xue muttered to herself, then took out another coin, intending to terminate the contract. But before she could even speak, the other party seemed to have suddenly remembered something and tossed Feng Xue a coin, saying:

"Come Home With Me, um, is that how it's used?"

Feng Xue stared blankly at the coin that had been tossed into her hand, uttering only a single, bewildered sound—

"Grass!"

I've heard that many people with Yangkang (a type of lung disease) experience lung complications, and several relatives have had problems. So I went for a checkup this morning, and thankfully, there's nothing seriously wrong. I'm just sleepy; I'll go take another nap after I finish writing this chapter.