At ten in the morning, the black Bentley Bentayga slipped quietly out of Chen Family Village.
Inside the car, Chen Lin fed Clear Wind and Bright Moon, who were hiding in his sleeves, a small piece of Crimson Moon Fox meat each to help them build up their strength.
Qin Churan sat in the passenger seat, watching Chen Lin go through these practiced motions without so much as a ripple of surprise.
After the "miracle" of her wounds healing overnight, she probably would have merely raised an eyebrow even if Chen Lin pulled a Gatling gun out of his sleeve.
The car sped along, heading not into downtown Yicheng City but straight onto the expressway toward the provincial capital.
More than two hours later, the Bentley Bentayga slowly came to a stop at a side-road junction about three kilometers from the provincial military district's main gate.
The spot was well concealed and offered a clear view of vehicles coming and going near the gate.
"We're... just waiting here?"
Qin Churan watched Chen Lin switch off the engine and settle in as if he intended to sit and wait for his prey. Her questions were practically overflowing.
"Mm."
Chen Lin nodded, adjusted his seat, and closed his eyes to rest.
Qin Churan was utterly speechless.
As a professional Criminal Investigation Team Captain, she was accustomed to making meticulous plans before an operation, analyzing every possibility and identifying a clear target.
But now?
No plan, no intelligence, not even any idea who the target was.
Their sole course of action was to sit here and wait.
What was this supposed to be?
Solving cases through mysticism?
Time ticked by, second after second.
Vehicles bearing military plates occasionally passed along the road beyond the junction: jeeps, troop transport trucks, and black sedans.
Qin