Earlier, in the cell, Yue Xiaofei had found Han Xiao's words strange.
Where would he get a knife?
Then, as if performing a magic trick, Han Xiao had produced a razor blade from his mouth and taken him hostage.
So Yue Xiaofei had taken a gamble!
A trap, a lure, a whisper, a blade, a hostage, a deadly reversal...
It turned out that the moment Han Xiao began recounting the Nanshan Massacre, the curtain had already risen on this breathtaking performance.
Every expression, every word, even every pause had been meticulously scripted.
But Yue Xiaofei could not understand why Han Xiao had done it.
"Why?"
Yue Xiaofei's voice was a little hoarse. He stared at Han Xiao, his eyes filled with confusion. "You went to all this trouble and staged this whole performance just to escape?"
"Escape?"
Han Xiao leaned against the wall of the ambulance. The wound in his chest had left him pale, but his gaze was as sharp as an eagle's.
He scoffed. "Heh. If I really wanted to escape, I had countless ways to leave when they locked me up five years ago. Blue Bridge Prison can't hold me."
His words carried an innate arrogance, an absolute confidence in his own strength.
Yue Xiaofei's brows knitted tightly. "Then what exactly are you trying to do?"
Han Xiao did not answer immediately. Instead, he began carefully inspecting the ambulance's interior with his deep-set eyes. His gaze swept across it!
He examined every corner and every gap, not even overlooking the cover of the ceiling light.
A moment later, he gently pinched at a seam in the ambulance's inner wall.
A black listening device, smaller than a grain of rice, appeared between his fingertips.
Yue Xiaofei's pupils contracted slightly.
Han Xiao glanced at the bug, a cold, unsurprised