Chapter 91: Game Over

Mo Fei and Zhao Liyi were now only a short distance apart.

Zhao Liyi’s eyes were bloodshot, staring unblinkingly at Mo Fei’s tightening fingers.

Click.

The fifth empty chamber!

“This is impossible!” Zhao Liyi’s face twisted with rage. “You tampered with it, didn’t you?! You must have cheated!”

“There were no bullets in the gun, you’re cheating!”

“You say that, and it really hurts me.” Mo Fei shook his head as he walked forward, opening the revolver’s cylinder.

Due to the angle, Zhao Liyi didn’t immediately see inside, but Mo Fei slowly lifted the revolver.

With his palm and the cylinder facing inward, Zhao Liyi could only watch as a golden bullet slipped from Mo Fei’s hand and fell to the floor, ringing out with a crisp “ding.”

Zhao Liyi’s gaze was completely captured by the bullet.

A bullet falling out meant there really was one in the gun. Was fate truly favoring someone who relied only on their looks?

He was distracted!

Without hesitation, Mo Fei slammed the gun into his nose, stunning him. Then, gripping his shoulder and arm, Mo Fei pulled hard, applying force straight down—

In mere seconds, Mo Fei efficiently dislocated one of Zhao Liyi’s arms.

But that wasn’t enough.

Mo Fei didn’t pause, quickly dislocating his other arm as well.

Even before Mo Fei started, Officer Tang was already sprinting over.

Officer Tang was the quickest to respond, rushing ahead and locking Zhao Liyi with a police combat hold.

The other officers and the bomb squad followed, securing Zhao Liyi and preparing to defuse explosives.

Amid the chaos, Mo Fei snatched the notebook from Zhao Liyi and swiftly flipped to the last page.

There, in hurried handwriting, was written: “Golden Bay Apartments.”

Golden Bay Apartments?

Mo Fei dredged up this location from his memory. He’d been there before during a film shoot, when he’d encountered the axe murderer. It was out in the suburbs, quite a drive from here.

He shoved the notebook into a nearby officer’s hands and turned to run downstairs.

Pinned to the ground by the officers, Zhao Liyi’s face flushed red as he roared in fury, “This is impossible! How did you do it?! Come back!!”

“Settle down,” Officer Tang said, tightening his grip, his arm trembling slightly. “Why worry about what others can or can’t do? Either way, you won’t be getting out for the rest of your life.”

The bomb squad checked the explosives on Zhao Liyi and soon breathed a sigh of relief. “Fake—take him away.”

After clearing some space for the officers, he couldn’t help but curse, “Damn, fakes strapped to himself, real ones planted outside, what a piece of work.”

He glanced at the young officer holding the notebook. “Ready?”

The explosives outside were currently under control, but the actual defusing would require his expertise.

The young officer clutched the notebook and nodded firmly. “Yes!”

“Head to the last address first!” Officer Tang shouted. “There are still people there!”

The bomb squad gave a quick hand signal of acknowledgment.

“Bring him back for a drug test,” Officer Tang said as he caught his breath and watched Zhao Chengyi—now handcuffed—being led away. “I suspect he’s high.”

The officers were surprised but agreed without hesitation.

Mo Fei rushed downstairs and flagged a taxi, opening the door and settling into the back seat. “Golden Bay Apartments in the suburbs, please hurry.”

The taxi driver glanced in the rearview mirror, listlessly shifting gears. “Out to the suburbs is a hundred, or you can use the meter.”

Heading out to the suburbs at this hour meant missing out on regular fares.

“I’ll pay two hundred—just get there fast!” Mo Fei urged, anxious.

The driver instantly perked up, shifting gears with a bang. “I’ll get you there, no problem!”

He floored the gas pedal, pressing Mo Fei back against the seat with the sudden acceleration.

Behind them, the bomb squad and the young officer followed, watching as Mo Fei sped away in the taxi.

They scrambled into their car.

“Follow that taxi!”

Although they weren’t familiar with the route to Golden Bay Apartments, the taxi certainly was.

Mo Fei had some connection to the person they’d apprehended—he must be going to her.

As long as they followed the taxi, they’d get there, no problem!

As the police car started, the young officer checked his phone’s map to confirm the direction.

The taxi led the way, and the driver was in high spirits.

He’d just landed a big fare.

He had no idea why this young man was heading somewhere so remote, but as a taxi driver, he’d seen all sorts of people; just get them there, take the money, and that’s that.

But as he drove, the driver started to feel uneasy.

He glanced repeatedly at the rearview mirror, a little unsettled. “Hey, why is there a police car following us?”

Mo Fei turned to look. “Don’t worry, they’re just following me.”

“Brother, you’re not in trouble, are you?” The driver’s eyes widened. “A fugitive? I can’t take you—I’ll get implicated as an accomplice.”

He started slowing down.

Mo Fei hurried to explain, “I haven’t done anything! We’re leading the police—don’t stop! Saving people is urgent!”

The driver, half convinced, sped up.

Mo Fei pressed on, “See, they haven’t told you to pull over, have they?”

That actually made sense.

Finally reassured, the driver grinned, “So that’s it—well, I’ll show you what I can do.”

Every taxi driver fantasizes about one day helping the police, wondering how they’d handle it.

This one was no exception.

The driver pressed the clutch, shifted gears, and shouted, “Watch this!”

The police car behind suddenly saw the taxi accelerate, weaving nimbly through traffic.

“What’s going on?” The officer driving was puzzled.

“Doesn’t matter—just keep up,” the bomb squad technician replied, anticipating what might happen soon, his expression grim. “Time is tight, we need to speed up too.”

The officer nodded and matched the taxi’s speed.

By racing against time, they managed to cut the original travel time by a third.

When Mo Fei got out and reached for his phone to scan the payment code, the taxi driver waved him off. “Go ahead, I’ll wait here. Your business is more important.”

At that moment, the police car pulled up beside the taxi, officers and the bomb squad technician with his toolkit got out.

The taxi driver patted his chest in assurance. “Officers, you go ahead—I’ll watch your car for you!”

Calling them “officers” stunned the police for a second, but with everything happening, they had no time to dwell on it.

“Driver, stay back—this could be dangerous,” the bomb squad technician warned, then looked out at the unfinished buildings. “Sweep from nearest to farthest, report any issues immediately.”

“Yes, sir!”