Chapter Ninety-Two

Yu Jinyang has experienced too many life-threatening moments like this since childhood, whether it was being kidnapped and beaten to the point of almost losing his sight during his high school entrance exam, or later having a gun pointed at the back of his head while renting a room in Chicago—

His adrenaline surge during such a crisis might not be as intense and overwhelming as if the woman on the other end of the walkie-talkie were to say, "Yes, March 15th is Zhang Zongxie's birthday. Actually, I don't love you that much."

He couldn't describe how he felt when he saw Brother Siyi's text message.

He could accept that she had liked other people, even Zhang Zongxie, and that she had dated someone unforgettable. But he couldn't accept that after being together for so long, her password was still that person's birthday.

What did you take him for? You really took him for a backup plan, a simp.

When a person feels unappreciated, they even stop loving themselves.

The cold wind howled from the top floor, tearing at his last vestiges of consciousness like a ravenous beast.

Yu Jinyang gripped the railing tightly, his fingers drained of all color, his knuckles deathly pale. The veins on the back of his hands bulged out, each one connecting to the skin all over his body, like a grotesque spider web weaving itself around him, firmly holding him to the rooftop exterior wall.

Near point 10 is the former administrative art center of the Little Art City. The ground floor is an art gallery. This is not the exchange area. Like Crazy Harbor, almost no tourists pass through here. It is just an area used by security to demarcate responsibilities.

If he remembered correctly, this area should be under the jurisdiction of Brother Siyi.

This building isn't tall, only six stories.

But if you're going to fall, it's best to die from the fall; it's unlucky if you don't.

Yu Jinyang suddenly realized why superhero movies are both critically acclaimed and commercially successful, and why the Spider-Man series has consistently maintained high box office numbers.

The idea that spiders can freely move through skyscrapers by weaving through their webs is truly captivating to all tiny humans.

He even had the leisure to wonder how long Spider-Man could hang on such an exterior wall before being bitten by a spider. He remembered that when they were children, he and Li Yingqiao would squeeze in front of the TV in her family's convenience store. He would watch Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf, while she wanted to watch GG Bond save the world. Later, when they grew up, in addition to being obsessed with Detective Conan, she also became obsessed with the Spider-Man movie series.

Huh? What a coincidence. The abbreviations for the two superheroes, Piggy Hero and Spider-Man, are both zzx. Then, to top it all off, oh, Zhang Zongxie, you son of a bitch, is one too.

It's confirmed, March 15th is his birthday.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. This discovery left him speechless even more than the day before. Yu Jinyang, you'll behave once you fall down.

Make Li Yingqiao cry and you'll be completely obedient.

Upon hearing that laugh, the people on the other end of the walkie-talkie were clearly taken aback by his relaxed demeanor. In that critical moment, no one knew what he was thinking.

Just like when he was kidnapped during the high school entrance exam, he sent out a string of mysterious numbers. Li Yingqiao got the answer right, but his process was completely wrong.

In truth, she would never understand Yu Jinyang's thought process.

However, Li Yingqiao's voice was unexpectedly calm, without any trace of emotion, only revealing that she was running: "We're going there right now, don't let go, hold on tight."

He remained calm and composed, as if he had just received an emergency call from an unknown number; he was very professional and composed.

He thought that she must have handled many such crisis events while working at the Rainbow Youli scenic area, and even with the sword of Damocles hanging over his head, his girlfriend still performed perfectly and impeccably.

He was both proud and heartbroken. He tried to listen to her breathing through the wind on the walkie-talkie, but to no avail; the wind was too strong. But he also knew very well the immense shadow the accident at Rainbow Lane had cast on her. If history were to repeat itself, Li Yingqiao might live in that shadow for the rest of her life, and he couldn't imagine how she could ever stand up again.

Rather than letting her suffer another cruel blow from fate, he could even accept that she didn't love him as much. Because others won't give her a chance forever, and once the current storm of public opinion takes hold, it can be devastating to a person.

So from the moment the incident occurred until now, he has been forcing himself to calm down, not letting the situation escalate, and not letting tourists notice anything unusual. If someone takes a picture and posts it online, sparking discussion, then all her efforts over the past six months will be in vain, and she will also get herself into trouble.

Fortunately, it was dark enough that night, and his uniform was gray enough to blend him into the darkness. No one noticed that someone was in imminent danger in a corner of the small art city.

So he didn't directly express that he needed help. He felt that with his arm strength and core strength, he could hold on for a long time. After all, he had been learning how to fight gravity since his senior year of high school, and his daily breaking practice had indeed given him a great deal of control over his body.

There was an old, rusty air conditioner unit on the wall, hanging about half a meter off the ground at his four o'clock position. He had just been trying to find the right angle to jump over it, if that broken thing was strong enough to support his weight—

Yu Jinyang thought he would very politely knock on the sixth-floor window: "Sorry, buddy, I just got bitten by a spider and accidentally opened the wrong window. Do you mind if I rest my feet on your air conditioner unit?"

After all, this is the Wilderness Paradise.

No one will take what you say or do today seriously.

He intends to take this absurd act to the extreme.

However, before he could have a chance, Li Yingqiao quickly spotted him on the monitor. Her calmness and rationality were captivating, and they also caused his heart to ache again.

Sun Taihe was closest to the building. The moment he received the message, he sprinted out at top speed, kicking several trash cans along the way, and tumbled and crawled to the rooftop in almost a minute.

Before Li Yingqiao and the others could cross the crowded Chuanming Street, he had already swiftly leaned half his body over the railing and pulled the person up from the outer wall.

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The two lay on their backs on the ground, panting heavily, as if they were inhaling every last breath. Sun Taihe, who was always eager to watch the excitement and cause trouble, was quite frightened this time and punched him several times.

Yu Jinyang's chest heaved violently, sweat soaking a large patch of concrete. He looked up at the deep and mysterious night sky, and suddenly laughed, a self-deprecating laugh as if he had survived a disaster. It turned out he wasn't as fearless as he thought.

She even brainwashed herself by saying that March 15th was Zhang Zongxie's birthday, thinking that if he really fell, Li Yingqiao might not be too sad.

Sun Taihe was still in shock, his heart pounding in his throat, and a chill ran down his spine. Turning his head, he saw the man beside him, who had been lying on the ground like a dead fish a second ago, suddenly rise from the dead, scramble to his feet, grab the walkie-talkie on the ground, and stride toward the stairwell.

His voice was colder and more authoritative than ever before: "Don't come any closer. Go back to the monitoring area. Qian Dongchang has infiltrated."

My voice is hoarse.

But he was afraid that she would hear how much he wanted to hug her right now.

In an instant, Li Yingqiao's mind went blank, and she suddenly stopped in the midst of the bustling crowd on Chuanming Street.

***

One hour ago.

The two girls were huddled in the carriage, their hands and feet bound. The man sat back in the driver's seat, ripped off the security guard's hat, revealing a greasy face with features squeezed together by fat, and narrow, cunning eyes the size of mung beans. He took out his phone and snapped several pictures of them.

He wasn't even wearing a mask, seemingly not caring at all that they recognized him. After all, he was still wearing the security uniform from Xiaohua City, which was ripped open and stretched taut, clearly not fitting him properly.

The girl named Jiang Le, looking at the crumpled threads, quickly realized that this person was not the security guard from Xiaohua City.

The man took their phones without looking back, as if he were looking through their family members' numbers.

The girl accompanying him quickly begged for mercy, "Uncle, please let us go! We're just students, we don't have any money, our families are very poor, uncle, please..."

The man's vocal cords seemed to be stuck with a thick phlegm, and he roared in a heavy, hoarse voice, "Shut the hell up! If you utter another damn word, I'll chop you all to pieces!"

The carriage fell into a deathly silence. The two girls were so frightened that they immediately fell silent, held their breath, and trembled uncontrollably. They leaned against the carriage door, tears streaming down their faces helplessly.

They didn't even dare to look each other in the eye, because all they would see was the helplessness and fear that made each other feel helpless. It was a vicious cycle. A psychologist once conducted a survey and found that when a case involved multiple victims, the fear did not decrease with the number of victims. Instead, the fear of the other person would intensify one's own fear.

Jiang Le closed her eyes in despair.

In that instant, Jiang Le suddenly caught a glimpse of a tall figure flashing past in the car's rearview mirror. She thought she was seeing things; there weren't that many invincible heroes in the world.

"Bang!"

The next second, the car window shattered.

The sound almost shattered the ice-cold carriage frozen by fear.

A red fire extinguisher burst through the window and slammed into the man's head. White powder instantly sprayed into the entire carriage, spreading like a sudden white fog and obscuring all vision.

The two girls were almost choked by the powder and could barely open their eyes. However, they heard a muffled thud and the seats shook violently!

Jiang Le strained his eyes, which were stinging from the pain, and suddenly an arm reached in through the hazy dust. The arm, with bulging veins, precisely gripped the back of the fake security guard's head and, with a light and decisive "thump," slammed the fat head against the steering wheel twice.

The fake security guard was completely knocked unconscious, his round head swaying left and right like a meatball.

He casually tossed the person onto the steering wheel as if discarding a broken toy, then calmly reached for the unlock button on the car door.

That hand was steady, with distinct knuckles, and each finger was clean and slender. There was also a reassuring ring on the ring finger. You could even imagine him coming home and using that hand to loosen his tie and be affectionate with the lady of the house.

Jiang Le stared blankly at the tall, handsome man. A peerless hero could be the Supreme Treasure riding on a colorful cloud, or he could be a real security guard throwing fire extinguisher powder onto the scene.

Jiang Le recognized him; it was that B-boy, Yu Jinyang.

She's seen quite a few posts about him on Xiaohua City's trending topics today.

Yu Jinyang untied them and didn't ask too many questions, only inquiring if they were injured and if they needed to call the police. Both of them blushed and shook their heads, saying, "He only took our phones."

The two girls were really brave. Yu Jinyang asked them repeatedly if they really didn't want to call the police. Both of them shook their heads firmly in unison!

Yu Jinyang could only respect their wishes. After glancing at the screens Qian Dongchang had opened on their phones, he deleted and closed them one by one. He then told them, "You two go back to the visitor center first and wait for me there. Someone will look after you. Of course, if you want to leave, I won't force you, but I think you also need some explanation from the scenic area, right?"

Jiang Le said directly, "I know, this person isn't your security guard. His uniform doesn't even fit properly; it's so stretched that the seams are coming undone."

Qian Dongchang was awakened by a burst of music.

Inside the dusty carriage, he coughed violently, his head covered in white fire extinguisher powder. The first thing he saw was Yu Jinyang leaning lazily against the driver's seat.

The car doors were locked from the inside, just like before.

This time, however, it was he who had his hands tied, and Yu Jinyang who was sitting in the driver's seat.

In a car with broken windows and a jumble of broken glass, he still had the leisure to play English songs, with one arm resting outside the broken glass window, completely unconcerned about the injury on his arm.

Hearing the noise behind him, Yu Jinyang didn't turn around but waved his phone in front of him.

"Awake?" He probably didn't expect to be asking for a password again so soon, but this time he wasn't so easy to talk to. "What's the password?"

"Not going to tell?" Yu Jinyang chuckled, casually stepped on the gas, the car slid less than ten meters, then slammed on the brakes, causing the car to lurch violently!

Qian Dongchang then suddenly realized where he had parked his car!

Damn it, he actually parked his car at the dock, with the wheels only a dozen meters away from the pier. The salty, fishy smell of the river was almost filling his nostrils. Did he want to drive the car into the river?!

However, before he could speak, Qian Dongchang couldn't control his momentum and suddenly lunged forward, landing unexpectedly in front of him.

He angrily retorted, "You little brat, trying to play tough with me? You think you can scare me?"

However, the phone suddenly made a "click" sound, indicating that it had been successfully unlocked.

Facial recognition is now enabled.