Is there a bounty?

One hundred thousand... Feng Jun felt a sudden twitch in his heart. Damn, that's a lot of money.

He had, of course, already stashed the bikes away. He had been annoyed by these arrogant brats from the start, and the way that little bratty girl spoke was like spewing filth, not to mention she had actually threatened him.

Feng Jun wasn't exactly the most magnanimous person, especially once he realized the other party's motorcycles were top-tier. He had made up his mind to strike right then and there.

He wanted to explore the Wilderness Space, and having a motorcycle would be the most convenient thing imaginable. The problem was, he really didn't have much money left. Forget high-end bikes; even if he bought a mediocre one, he'd be scraping by afterward.

Entering and exiting the Wilderness Space consumed his energy points, but snagging two high-end machines was well worth the cost.

So, taking advantage of the darkness while the riders were busy arguing with the old man, he had entered the space twice as he walked past the bikes, tucking both of them inside.

Now that he heard a single bike could be worth eight hundred thousand, he felt even more certain he had done the right thing.

Even if he took one bike out now and traded it for a hundred thousand, it would be well worth the contribution points.

Of course, even though he was tempted, he couldn't possibly do something so stupid. He gave a disdainful laugh. "So much money, yet you're stingy about a little electricity fee? Give me fifty thousand first... and I'll see if I can help you find them."

"Huh?" The flat-topped guy's face darkened. "You really have some nerve... I give you fifty thousand, but do you even have the guts to take it?"

"Heh," Feng Jun chuckled. "You put the money out first, and then you'll know if I have the guts or not, won't you? Or is your mouth the only thing that grew?"

The flat-topped guy was in a frantic rush and didn't want to bicker. In truth, his heart ached for his beloved bike. "I'm not wasting words with you. I'll ask you one thing: did you see my motorcycle or not?"

"No," Feng Jun shook his head, answering flatly.

"You're lying!" the bratty girl shouted. "You didn't see us when we arrived?"

Feng Jun rolled his eyes, answering with a dismissive tone, "When you arrived, I didn't see any motorcycles. I only saw headlights."

Blinded by those glaring lights, he really hadn't been able to see anything else.

"I'm not asking about the beginning," the flat-topped guy said sternly. "I'm asking, when you walked past my bike just now, did you see it?"

"No," Feng Jun patted his pocket and answered lazily, "I was too busy playing on my phone."

"You're lying!" the bratty girl shrieked. She turned her head to the flat-topped guy. "Fei Ge... let's call the police!"

A street racing gang calling the police? Feng Jun almost laughed out loud. These days, you really do see everything.

However, with a case value reaching eight hundred thousand, it did qualify as a major theft.

Smack! With a sharp sound, the flat-topped guy turned and slapped the girl beside him. "Shut your mouth!"

The girl was stunned, then screamed in disbelief, "Fei Ge, you... you hit me?"

"If it weren't for you, would I have come to this dump?" the flat-topped guy roared through gritted teeth. "Call the police? Call your mother's police... my bike is illegally modified. Are you afraid the cops won't catch me?"

"Screw you!" the girl shrieked, raising her leg in a knee strike.

Her family background was average, but regardless, she was an only child, just like most others. She hadn't suffered much growing up. She knew she needed to suck up to the rich, but if things really turned sour, she wasn't afraid to fight back.

Just then, sirens wailed in the distance. Some concerned citizen must have called the police.

Hearing the sound, the fighting stopped instantly. They jumped onto their remaining motorcycles, and after a deafening roar, the people at the scene vanished without a trace.

Only the girl was left behind. After a moment of shock, she wiped her tears and hurried away.

The old man watched from the sidelines. He had wanted to step in and stop them, but in the end, he just shook his head and grunted in dissatisfaction.

There was no helping it; he didn't dare intervene. If an old man started getting physical with a young girl, once word got out, how could he show his face in public?

Feng Jun turned around and left as well.

The matter didn't end there. The next day, the police came to investigate, trying to find out what happened with the two stolen motorcycles.

It wasn't that they found the theft particularly mysterious; the key was that they wanted to recover the vehicles. With evidence in hand, they could hold certain people accountable for illegal modifications.

Even the flat-topped guy, known as "Fei Ge," was brought in by the police.

Fei Ge knew the stakes and insisted stubbornly that he hadn't ridden a bike there that day.

The police dragged him around, asking everyone: Did anyone see this guy riding a bike last night?

People these days preferred to avoid trouble. Fei Ge's family were respectable people in the city; who would want to step up and testify?

Feng Jun was also tracked down by the police. After hearing what they had to say, he remained silent for a long time.

The officer waited for a good while, then said impatiently, "I'm asking you a question. Speak up."

"What can I say?" Feng Jun spread his hands helplessly and gave a sheepish smile. "If you ask me, for this kind of thing, you guys should offer a reward. It would make gathering clues much easier."

A reward for such a trivial matter? The officer was so angry his nose almost went crooked. You really have some nerve.

But the next moment, he realized something. He looked the young man up and down, then asked with a strange expression, "Are you saying... you want money from us police?"

Feng Jun kept his sheepish smile, looking at the officer, neither admitting nor denying it.

The officer was certain the guy was trying to extort them. But... you want money from the police? We don't even know who we're supposed to get money from yet.

He laughed in anger. "Cooperating with a police investigation is every citizen's duty. You know that, right?"

Feng Jun curled his lip in annoyance and nodded to show he understood.

The officer's temper flared even higher, and his voice grew stern. "I'm asking you a question! Answer me! I don't speak sign language!"

Feng Jun nodded again and spat out two words, unwillingly: "I know."

Clearly just an inexperienced kid, the officer judged. But he wouldn't let his guard down; instead, he increased the pressure. "Then you also know that giving false testimony is a criminal offense, right?"

Feng Jun nodded again, paused for a moment, and then hesitantly added two words, "I know."

The officer's voice grew even sterner, "Then tell me now, what kind of bike was he riding yesterday?"

Feng Jun straightened his expression and replied with a dismissive air, "He was riding a bike yesterday? I didn't see it."

He had already made up his mind not to be intimidated by the other party—he had hinted clearly enough that he expected to be paid.

If there was no money, why should he provide clues? If he helped them, he would be creating a personal vendetta for himself.

Of course, the officer's aggressive tone was also one of the reasons he was unwilling to provide information. If the man had been willing to speak nicely, Feng Jun wouldn't have minded cooperating to help curb the arrogance of the motorcycle gangs and maintain the peace of the area.

But now... that was out of the question; if you have the ability, go investigate it yourself.

The officer was infuriated by these words. Just a moment ago, he had thought the man was intimidated by him, but he never expected that the guy didn't care at all.

In truth, he knew deep down that the case wasn't really that big, and his threats were nothing more than a facade.

However, he still wouldn't give up easily and couldn't help but apply pressure again, "Do you dare to take responsibility for what you just said?"

Feng Jun rolled his eyes and replied listlessly, "The most responsible thing I can say is that the light was too bright at the time, my eyes were dazzled, and I didn't see anything clearly. That is the truth... whether you choose to accept it or not is not my concern."

This response was truly slippery, dodging all responsibility; it was just one step away from saying, "Don't ask me."

This attitude was typical non-cooperation, yet the officer truly had no way to deal with it.

The officer glared at him angrily for a long while, only to find that the other party was completely unfazed by his fierce gaze.

So, he could only let out a cold snort and turned around with the man in the flat-top haircut, "Don't ever let me find out that you've been withholding information."

This was just a parting shot; next, he would have to slink away in defeat.

However, at that very moment, a soft sound came from outside the gate, and then, an electric tricycle appeared at the entrance. On the cargo bed, four large characters were written—Dongfeng Express.

The delivery guy was a man in his early thirties with a greasy uniform. He didn't even get off the vehicle, just sat in the front seat of the tricycle and shouted loudly, "Feng Jun, is Feng Jun here? Come out and sign for your package."

Before Feng Jun could speak, the officer spoke up, "He is Feng Jun. What kind of package are you delivering?"

The delivery guy was startled when he saw the situation, "An officer?"

Feng Jun was incensed upon hearing this, "What I receive in my mail is none of your business as an officer. By what right are you infringing on my right to privacy?"

The officer looked at him suspiciously, a strange smile curling at the corner of his mouth, "Oh, getting angry now... it seems there really is a problem?"

Feng Jun replied with a blank expression, "I can understand your curiosity, but if you want to know what I bought, you should go apply for a search warrant."

After saying this, he pulled out his phone and turned on the camera mode, just to guard against the other party being unreasonable.

The officer really had the urge to say, "I suspect your package might endanger public safety, and I have the right to conduct a spot check."

But seeing the other party pick up his phone, he ultimately didn't say anything and just watched coldly.

The delivery guy didn't want to get involved in this trouble, so he immediately fished out the package upon seeing the situation.

It was a large cardboard box, a square meter in size and half a person's height. It looked bulky, but it wasn't very heavy.

The delivery guy easily carried the box down and said quickly, "Could you sign for this?"

Feng Jun glanced at the officer, and the officer looked back at him with an expressionless face.