Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

Feng Qingyu was not interested in beautiful legs for the time being. Before her hands and feet were untied, any beautiful legs were not as important as the freedom of her body. As Sigrid said, she could not deal with this rope for the time being with her ability, and she had to admit defeat if she was caught.

Then the “rules of the game” were announced.

"Before the Grand Prix is ​​over, you will stay in this warehouse. You will have enough food and water, and you can go to the bathroom if you want. When everything is over, you will be free."

She paused briefly before continuing with the second half of her announcement.

"If you dare to do something tricky and try to escape from here, La Fiera will let you taste the authentic Bolivarian Army boxing. She is the daughter of a soldier and the second best fighter among us. I see that you are so delicate and tender, you will cry for a long time after a punch, right?"

As she spoke, Miss Sigrid touched Feng Qingyu's face.

"Look at this face, how pretty it is. Even though he is so tall, he always has a frustrated expression on his face, which makes people want to bully him."

Feng Qingyu's face was like dough, being pinched here and there by the mayor's cousin with a bad temper.

Exactly consistent with the mayor's own description, her cousin had an extremely naughty personality, liked to bully and tease people, and spoke in a condescending manner.

Because of this, she had very few friends, almost none at all, and could be counted on five fingers. Except for the two girls from Pancho's family, she had no real friends.

"Ah... it hurts... don't hurt my face... you can hit me, but don't hurt my face..."

Feng Qingyu is not a vain person. It is natural for a woman to cherish her appearance, so she doesn't want her face to be harmed in any way.

"But, you have the words 'Come and bully me' written on your face, and you are helping Candela investigate the case. How can I not take the opportunity to bully you?"

Then there was five minutes of inhumane face beating.

Fortunately, it wasn't the tail. If it was the tail, it would be too much now. The other party was a spoiled daughter, and he was just an ordinary Rhodes Island operator. Without proof of his identity as a Victorian noble, no one would believe him.

For now, Feng Qingyu can't do anything to Miss Sigrid.

However, what happened next surprised her even more. It evolved directly from a suspense film with crime elements into a two-in-one action movie and romantic movie that could influence the world without leaving home.

"Ms. Long, I want to learn more about your charm. Would you let me know your strengths?"

Sixty-nine Release

"It's inconvenient... We just met, Miss, how can you bring it up so casually?"

Feng Qingyu's mood was like a roller coaster, up and down.

The mayor's eldest daughter's thoughts are erratic, more unpredictable than the weather. One moment she wants to bully others, and the next moment she wants to make peace with me. Are all the people of Dosores so open-minded?

"Anyway, Candela has already told you how chaotic my private life is. I live a life of extravagance and debauchery, and I don't know how to keep myself clean. I've always wanted to try out what a chaotic private life means, and I heard that Long is a good candidate for this."

"Who told you this?"

"Netizen."

"What kind of messed-up friends are you hanging out with online?"

"Why are you asking so many questions? You are a prisoner now, where do you get all that nonsense from?"

Miss Sigrid obviously didn't have the patience to talk nonsense with her. She first grabbed her clothes and glared at her, but then, as if she understood something, her expression suddenly brightened.

"I understand, it must be because you are not good enough!"

"..."

This kind of wrong understanding is worse than not having it at all.

"Hey, you're going too far, little girl. Didn't Mayor Candela teach you what politeness is?"

Feng Qingyu suddenly became angry. If he was a dragon, he would not like to be spoken of like that. It was already blasphemous.

"Your cousin is very polite to guests, can't you learn from her?"

This was originally a word spoken in anger, but it turned out to be a spark that ignited the powder keg. The rebellious young lady hated being mentioned about the mayor. As the saying goes, "there is no harm without comparison", people who are not good enough are always compared with good people. The inner gap will accumulate over time and turn into resentment.

Bolivarians become adults at the age of twenty-one, but this young lady is not even twenty-one yet. It is said that she just turned 20. If she is not an adult, she is a child.

Children's minds are sensitive and fragile. Feng Qingyu realized that he had said the wrong thing, but the words had already been said and there was no point in taking them back. He had already heard it.

The whole warehouse was filled with a dull and awkward atmosphere. It was hot and closed all around, with only a small skylight through which one could see a small patch of sky. It was still daytime outside, with a clear blue sky and bright sunshine.

Feng Qingyu felt dizzy from the stuffy air and was sweating profusely. The wound on his head absorbed the sweat and became more and more painful.

"Ahem... That's not what I meant. What I meant was, can't you be a little gentler to someone you just met?"

She stuck out her tongue and licked her dry lips.

I only drank one glass of tequila in the bar, and haven't had a drop of water since then. Now I'm very thirsty, but I may not have the chance to drink water. Everything depends on the mood of these little kidnappers.

"cut……"

Miss Sigrid made a disdainful sound and turned away. Rafiela followed her and the door of the warehouse was closed. Just when Feng Qingyu thought he would faint from dehydration, Sigrid turned back with a bottle of water in her hand.

"First of all, I am not like Candela Sanchez. Don't compare me to her. She is a lunatic, and I am a sane person."

The bottle was stuffed into Feng Qingyu's mouth. She was afraid that if she didn't drink quickly, the water would be gone. She tried her best to drink as much water as possible. In such a hot place, it would be impossible to go without water for two days, let alone three days.

A kidnapper who gives water to the hostage and is not violent is probably not a bad person.

This time, Feng Qingyu's view was very objective, and his judgment was based not only on appearance but also on behavior.

"Huh... I almost thought I was going to die of thirst. Thank you. You have a very special personality... a young lady with a very special personality."

Feng Qingyu didn't dare to say that "bad" thing, and when it was about to reach her lips, she forced herself to swallow it. She was a hostage now, and a hostage should have the consciousness of a hostage. She should first negotiate with the "kidnapper" and try to be untied first.

"I told you that you won't be short of water and food. Stay here quietly and don't even think about running away. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first. La Fiela will bring you lunch later."

"Hey, wait..."

Feng Qingyu wanted to say something, but Sigrid had already left and slammed the door shut. The sound of the door being locked could be heard from outside.

Very good, there is no way to negotiate with her for now.

"I wanted to ask if I could go to the bathroom."

If the holy water is held in the body for too long, it will be released on its own, and it will be very embarrassing when that happens.

Once one's own face and dignity are involved, people will stimulate unlimited potential, thereby mobilizing their subjective initiative and quickly come up with solutions to the problem.

Since there is no ready-made sharp object, make one yourself.

"It's not impossible to escape even if your hands are tied behind your back, thanks to the instructor's good teaching."

Feng Qingyu's target was an empty beer bottle in the house. The bottle was placed on the table. With a slight touch, he would make it lose balance and fall to the ground. He could get as many sharp objects as he wanted.

As soon as I came up with the idea, I immediately put it into action and moved to the side of the table with all my strength. My body was restrained and I had to go to the bathroom urgently, which made me feel very uncomfortable.

"Ha... I'm so tired... I'm just a little bit short. Hold on, Feng Qingyu, don't release the holy water here..."

Finally, she bumped into the table and knocked over the wine bottle on the table. The wine bottle broke into pieces as expected, some large and some small. Feng Qingyu went over and picked up a medium-sized piece.

When I was holding the glass, I accidentally cut my hand.

"Tsk, normal operation."

Compared to being tied up and unable to move, this pain is insignificant.

The next step is what was taught in the course, how to use a sharp object to cut the rope on your hands when your hands are tied behind your back.

It wasn't smooth at the beginning, and the back of my left hand was scratched by glass several times. Later, I gradually got used to the rhythm, and I could clearly feel the rope being worn away.

Solid professional skills saved Feng Qingyu from embarrassment before he could no longer hold back.

There was a bathroom in the warehouse. After she cut the ropes on her hands, it was much easier to fix the ropes on her feet. In just a few seconds, her feet were free.

“Oh, no, no… I’m almost…”

She didn't care about the numbness in her feet and skipped into the bathroom.

If there was no toilet here, I would have to consider using mineral water bottles. Fortunately, there is a toilet here.

As soon as the belt is loosened, it is time to let go.

"Wow--"

The pleasant sound of water makes the body and mind happy as the sound of water gradually decreases. When did going to the bathroom to release holy water become a luxury?

As soon as I walked out of the bathroom, I ran into Rafiela who came to deliver lunch.

Rafiela didn't expect that Feng Qingyu could actually untie the rope. Seeing this, she immediately picked up her weapon - a large sickle.

"I'm sorry, but if you want to leave, you have to fight me. I can't let you leave here."

Feng Qingyu didn't want to fight her. She was tired and hungry now, and just wanted to sit down and have a good meal, because only after a full meal would she have the strength to escape.

"Wait. Put down your sickle first. I promise you, I won't run away, so... can you let me eat something first? I'm the weakest in the Arknights team, and even ten of me combined can't beat you."

Seventy Encounters with the King

"No, I believe you have the ability and the idea to escape. You will not surrender unless I knock you down. Dad said that you should trust your first judgment, so I must knock you down."

Rafiela is stubborn, in a way, she's a little dull and doesn't listen to what others say, there's really no other way except to fight.

"Okay, let's fight."

Feng Qingyu had an idea. He would take advantage of Rafiela's naivety and lead her to the wall. He would let her break the wall with her sickle and then he could escape.

Once I'm outdoors, escaping is my strong point.

Undercover agents may not know how to fight, but when faced with a problem, they must be able to quickly evacuate (run) and leave (the road). Feng Qingyu is second to none in running away.

"Wow - this sickle is huge. If you get hit by it, you might die for a long time."

"I won't kill you."

Rafiela transformed into a combat weapon, and each of her attacks landed precisely at a position just a short distance away from Feng Qingyu's body, basically just passing by.

If you go a little further, you will be a great sage for the rest of your life. If you go a little further, you will be nothing.

This little girl looks confused and ignorant of the world, but she is so terrifying in battle. She is indeed a hidden master.

Your father Kai, who usually pretends to be a weak female doctor, has deceived countless people. People who are obviously masters but pretend to be weak are often very strong.

"But... aren't you afraid that your hand might shake and you might accidentally kill me? I'm Mayor Candela's guest. Isn't this a good idea?"

Feng Qingyu kept dodging, and the sickle cut off a few strands of her hair. Maybe in a little while, she could get a free dog-bitten short haircut.

"I take orders from people I'm supposed to take orders from, and you're not. I'm sorry, but you have to go down."

La Fiela's tactic was to use intensive attacks to consume Feng Qingyu's physical strength and let her tire herself out. This way, she could achieve the goal of knocking someone down without hurting her.

If a fist was used, once the hard fist hit him, Feng Qingyu might cry for a long time, spitting blood while crying.

"duang——"

The sickle split the cabinet next to Feng Qingyu, and the cabinet was cut into two halves. The shape was irregular, and the things inside suffered unexpected disaster. It was liquid paint, and it all splashed on Feng Qingyu.

The sticky, pungent paint feels very uncomfortable when it sticks to my skin. Then I look at my reflection in the cabinet glass. There are red, yellow, blue, green, and many other colors that I can't name at once all over my body, like a color palette.

"kuso!"

The fact that the clothes cannot be worn is secondary. The real problem that Feng Qingyu is worried about is how difficult it will be to clean so much paint and how long it will take.

After a few layers of leather have been rubbed off, the paint has not been cleaned off yet.

"Oh no... my sister will be angry."

Rafiela bit her lower lip and looked around, only to find that she had made a mess of her sister's warehouse. The sickle had also punched a hole in the wall, and light was coming in from outside.

The sickle just now not only broke the cabinet, but also damaged the wall.

"Ah, never mind. The best strategy is to run away!"

Feng Qingyu rushed out of the cave and pushed down some obstacles to stop Lafiela's actions. She saw that the little sister was a little hesitant and felt guilty about destroying the warehouse.

Great, now is a good opportunity.

Feng Qingyu put his arms in front of him and rushed out of the warehouse. The warehouse led to the street outside, and the roads led in all directions. No matter where the road led, he just had to run.

"Oops……"

When Lafiela reacted, Feng Qingyu had just slipped out of the warehouse, and her getting smaller and smaller figure could be seen through the broken wall.

Feng Qingyu was running wildly on the street, his running posture was a little awkward. His body and face were all covered with paint, making him particularly conspicuous when walking on the street.

She didn't want to be the center of attention at all. If she hadn't been splashed with colorful paint, perhaps not so many people would have noticed her.

The nose was filled with a pungent smell, and my eyes and nose were choked and hurting, with runny nose and tears. In order not to be caught up, I had to run, run as fast as I could.

Walking through block after block, scorched by the hot wind and scorching sun, she felt dizzy and exhausted.