Any Reward Offered?

One hundred thousand... Feng Jun's heart gave a violent twitch. Damn, that's a lot of money.

Naturally, he had put the motorcycles away. He had already been irritated by those arrogant punks, and that little delinquent girl spoke as though she were spewing filth, even threatening him.

Feng Jun was not a particularly magnanimous man. Especially after noticing that their motorcycles were quite good, he had made up his mind to take them.

He wanted to explore the wilderness, and a motorcycle would be incredibly convenient. But he really did not have much money now. Forget a high-end motorcycle—even buying an ordinary one would leave him strapped for cash.

Entering and leaving Wilderness Space consumed his energy points. But getting his hands on two high-end machines made those energy points worthwhile.

So, taking advantage of the darkness and the riders arguing with the old man, he passed by the motorcycles and entered the space twice in succession, putting both bikes inside.

Now that he had heard a single motorcycle could be worth eight hundred thousand, he felt even more certain that he had made the right choice.

Even if he took out one motorcycle now and exchanged it for one hundred thousand, it would still be worth those contribution points.

Of course, though tempted, he would never do something so stupid. He gave a disdainful smile. "So much money? If you've got so much money, why are you reluctant to pay a little electricity bill? Bring me fifty thousand first... then I'll see whether I can help you find them."

"Huh?" The flat-headed youth's face darkened. "You've really got some nerve... Even if I gave you fifty thousand, would you dare take it?"

"Heh." Feng Jun chuckled. "Take it out first, and you'll find out whether I dare. Don't tell me you're all mouth?"

The flat-headed youth was frantic and had no interest in arguing. In truth, he was terribly worried about his beloved bike. "I'm not wasting words with you. Just answer me: did you see my motorcycle or not?"

"No." Feng Jun shook his head and answered decisively.

"You're lying!" the little delinquent girl cried. "Didn't you see them when we came?"

Feng Jun rolled his eyes and replied half-heartedly, "When you came, I didn't see any motorcycles either. All I saw were headlights."

With those blinding headlights shining directly at him, he truly could not see anything clearly.

"I'm not asking about the beginning." The flat-headed youth spoke seriously. "I'm asking whether you saw it when you passed by my bike just now."

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

"You're lying!" the little delinquent girl shouted, turning toward the flat-headed youth. "Brother Fei... let's call the police!"

A street-racing gang calling the police? Feng Jun nearly laughed. There really was every kind of absurdity in this day and age.

Still, with a value of eight hundred thousand, it counted as a major theft case.

With a sharp smack, the flat-headed youth turned and slapped the little delinquent girl beside him. "Shut the hell up!"

The little delinquent girl froze, then shrieked in disbelief, "Brother Fei, you... you hit me?"

"If it weren't for you, would I have come to this shithole?" the flat-headed youth roared through gritted teeth. "Report it? Report your damn ass! My bike's modified. Are you afraid the police won't catch me?"

"Fuck you!" the little delinquent girl screamed and drove her knee upward.

Her family was fairly ordinary, but she was an only child, just like most people these days. She had never suffered much growing up. She knew rich people needed to be flattered, but if things truly came to blows, she was not afraid either.

Just then, police sirens sounded in the distance. Some public-spirited citizen had apparently called the police.

At that sound, the people who had been fighting immediately stopped and mounted their motorcycles. After a burst of deafening engine noise, everyone at the scene vanished without a trace.

Only the little delinquent girl remained. After standing there blankly for a moment, she wiped away her tears and hurried off.

The old man watched coldly. He had originally wanted to step forward and stop her, but in the end, he merely shook his head and snorted in dissatisfaction.

There was no helping it—he did not dare stop her. If an old man got handsy with a young girl and word got out, how could he ever face people again?

Feng Jun turned and left as well.

The matter did not end there. The next day, the police came to investigate again, trying to find out what had happened to the two stolen motorcycles.

It was not because they found the motorcycles' disappearance particularly strange. The key was that they wanted to recover the two bikes. With evidence in hand, they could pursue responsibility against certain people for illegally modifying motorcycles.

Even the flat-headed youth known as Brother Fei was brought over by the police.

Brother Fei knew what was at stake and stubbornly insisted that he had not ridden a motorcycle there that day.

The police dragged him around and asked people everywhere, "Did anyone see this guy riding a motorcycle last night?"

People these days preferred to avoid trouble. Brother Fei's family was also considered respectable in the city, so who would want to stick their neck out and testify against him?

The police found Feng Jun too. After listening to them, he remained silent for a long time.

After waiting quite a while, the officer impatiently said, "I'm asking you a question. Say something."

"What can I say?" Feng Jun spread his hands helplessly, then gave an awkward smile. "If you ask me, you should offer a reward for this sort of thing. That would make it easier to gather clues."

A reward over such a trivial matter? The officer nearly had his nose twisted out of shape with anger. This guy really dared to dream.

But in the next moment, he understood. He looked Feng Jun up and down twice and asked with an odd expression, "You mean... you want money from us police?"

Feng Jun still smiled awkwardly as he looked at him, neither admitting nor denying it.

The officer was certain Feng Jun was trying to extort money. But asking the police for money? They did not even know who to ask for money themselves.

He was so angry that he laughed. "Cooperating with the police in an investigation is the duty of every citizen. You know that, right?"

Feng Jun pursed his lips unhappily and nodded to show that he knew.

The officer grew even angrier, and his voice turned stern. "I'm asking you a question. Answer it! I don't understand sign language!"

Feng Jun nodded again and reluctantly squeezed out two words. "I know."

Sure enough, he was an inexperienced young man. The officer reached that conclusion, but did not ease up. Instead, he applied more pressure. "Then you also know that giving false testimony can get you sentenced, right?"

Feng Jun nodded again. After pausing, he hesitantly added two more words, "I know."

The officer's voice became even harsher. "Then tell me now: what motorcycle was he riding yesterday?"

Feng Jun's expression became serious, and he replied indifferently, "He rode a motorcycle yesterday? I didn't see one."

He had made up his mind long ago not to yield to their intimidation. I made my hint perfectly clear. You need to pay me.

If you don't pay me, why should I provide you with clues? If I help you, I'll be making a personal enemy.

Of course, the officer's aggressive tone was also one reason Feng Jun did not want to provide clues. If he had been willing to speak properly, then to crush the arrogance of the street-racing gang and maintain peace in the area, Feng Jun would not have minded cooperating.

But now... they could forget about it. If they had the ability, they could investigate it themselves.

The officer was nearly furious. Just now, he had thought Feng Jun had been frightened by him. Who would have thought the man simply did not care?

In fact, he knew perfectly well that the case was not particularly serious, and his threats were merely for show.

Even so, he would not give up easily. He had no choice but to apply pressure again. "Do you dare take responsibility for what you've said?"

Feng Jun rolled his eyes and answered listlessly, "The most responsible thing I can say is that the light was too bright, it dazzled my eyes, and I couldn't see anything clearly. That's the truth... Whether you choose to accept it is none of my business."

That was truly slippery. He refused to assume even the slightest responsibility, just short of saying, "Don't ask me."

This attitude was a clear refusal to cooperate, but the officer truly had no way to deal with him.

The officer glared at him angrily for quite some time, only to find that Feng Jun did not care at all about his fierce stare.

So he could only snort coldly and turn away with the flat-headed youth. "You'd better hope I don't find out you're hiding anything."

It was just a parting threat. Next, he should have slunk away in disgrace.

Yet at that very moment, a faint sound came from outside the gate. Then an electric tricycle appeared at the entrance, with four large characters painted on its cargo compartment—Dongfeng Express.

The courier was a man in his early thirties. His work uniform was greasy, and he did not get out of the vehicle. Sitting in the front seat of the tricycle, he shouted loudly, "Feng Jun! Is Feng Jun here? Come out and accept your delivery!"

Before Feng Jun could speak, the officer spoke first. "He's Feng Jun. What delivery are you bringing?"

The courier jumped in fright at the sight. "Police?"

Feng Jun immediately became angry. "What business is it of yours, Officer, what delivery I'm receiving? What gives you the right to violate my privacy?"

The officer eyed him suspiciously, an odd smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "Oh, angry already? Looks like there really is a problem."

Feng Jun answered expressionlessly, "I can understand your curiosity, but if you want to know what I bought, go apply for a search warrant."

As he spoke, he directly pulled out his phone and switched on the camera, guarding against the other side acting unreasonably.

The officer truly considered saying that he suspected the package might endanger public safety and that he had the right to conduct a temporary inspection.

But when he saw Feng Jun raise his phone, he ultimately said nothing and merely watched calmly.

The courier, however, did not want to get involved in this trouble. Seeing that, he immediately dug out the parcel.

It was a large cardboard box, about one square meter around and half a person tall. It looked quite bulky, but was not very heavy.

The courier easily lifted the box down and quickly said, "Please sign for it?"

Feng Jun glanced at the officer, who looked back at him expressionlessly.