NFBE Chapter 445 The corners of his mouth slightly raised
Chapter 445 The corners of his mouth slightly raised
"He is not alone," Su Ming whispered, "He has a more complicated goal behind him."
After hearing this, the coldness in Zheng Yaoxian's eyes instantly became more pronounced. Clearly, the weight of this information exceeded his expectations, and even made him frown slightly. This situation was clearly not part of their plan.
"So, what should we do?" Zheng Yaoxian's tone remained calm, but Su Ming could hear a subtle hint of anxiety in his words. Even he hadn't expected the situation to take such a sudden turn for the worse.
Su Ming looked up at the bar, his gaze sweeping across the dimly lit area. Most of the patrons were still chatting in low voices, seemingly oblivious to the impending storm. The back door remained hidden, and few noticed its slightly ajar position.
"We can't waste time here any longer," Su Ming said firmly. "If the person behind this is really who we think he is, then the situation tonight will completely change."
Zheng Yaoxian nodded, a sharp determination flashing in his eyes: "Are you ready?"
Su Ming's heart tightened. Although he had anticipated this day, his decision was still tinged with hesitation. The trust between him and Zheng Yaoxian had shifted from a simple partnership to a deep dependence. This moment was crucial for their chance to turn the tide.
The atmosphere in the bar suddenly grew more tense. Although faint conversations and the clinking of glasses could still be heard around, no one in the bar seemed aware of the impending disaster. Or rather, they simply couldn't comprehend the unspeakable danger that was quietly approaching.
Su Ming's mind was blank, all his senses enveloped by the back door and the person about to sneak in. He could feel the uneasy atmosphere coming from the back door, as if the air was trembling slightly, as if every second was getting closer to an inevitable ending.
But he knew he couldn't act too hastily or give the enemy any chance to detect him. He needed time and space, and the most effective way was to create an illusion and misjudge the enemy.
"I'll go find someone." Su Ming suddenly spoke, his voice low and calm, as if everything was under control.
Zheng Yaoxian was slightly startled, clearly not expecting Su Ming to make such a sudden decision. His brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes scanned the surroundings warily, as if trying to instantly determine Su Ming's intentions. Then, he nodded slowly and said softly, "Be careful."
At that moment, Su Ming's heart nearly stopped. Zheng Yaoxian's words seemed to carry some unspoken meaning, as if he had foreseen the ensuing events. But Su Ming didn't show any abnormality. He remained calm, as if the turmoil and conspiracy in the bar had nothing to do with him.
He slowly stood up and walked towards the other end of the bar at an unhurried pace, each step seemingly carefully calculated, each movement deliberately slowed down, as if to give himself more time to react.
But within Su Ming, a sense of nervousness surged like a flood. Every step he took felt like he was sinking deeper into the vortex. He knew that with each step, he was one step closer to the truth and danger. At this moment, all he could do was appear unconcerned, pretending to be just an ordinary person looking for someone.
He walked to the other end of the bar, nearing the counter. Su Ming deliberately glanced around, seemingly searching for a familiar face. He even pretended to lower his head and pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, mumbling something under his breath, as if trying to recall someone's features.
All of this was a disguise, a cover-up. In reality, Su Ming's gaze kept sweeping towards the back door, and each time, he could sense the dangerous aura lurking behind that door, as if a pair of eyes were silently watching his every move.
Pretending to search for someone, this simple act became a way for Su Ming to temporarily escape the tense situation. He knew the enemy had noticed him, but now he had to use this "search" as a cover to explore the real threat behind the backdoor. His heartbeat remained steady, but his heart was filled with anxiety. Would the enemy be able to detect his uneasiness? Was he acting naturally enough? Would all this fake performance really let the enemy down?
"Who are you looking for?" A light voice suddenly came from the side, breaking Su Ming's thoughts.
He was slightly startled, his heartbeat accelerating again, and his mind was instantly filled with a violent wave of emotions. The voice came from the side of the bar. It was a man in a flowered shirt. His eyes sparkled with a hint of bored curiosity, as if he was interested in Su Ming's actions.
"Oh, just looking for someone I know." Su Ming smiled faintly, his eyes quickly scanning the other person's face, but not lingering for too long. A hint of doubt flashed in the man's eyes, but he obviously didn't see anything unusual.
Su Ming couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Every unexpected conversation like this was a test of his ability to maintain composure. At this moment, his expression remained impassive, as if he didn't care about anything around him.
He turned, his gaze fixed once more on the back door. The gap remained unchanged, but he knew he had seized crucial time. Just a few more seconds, or even minutes, and he would be able to identify the threat lurking behind it.
Suddenly, the doorbell inside the bar rang. The crisp sound pierced the air, almost making Su Ming's heart skip a beat. He turned and saw two people walking in. They didn't look particularly unusual, but Su Ming's eyes instantly became alert. His intuition told him that these two people were not ordinary people.
The two men, dressed in simple black clothing, looked unremarkable, but their stance and pace were incredibly coordinated, each step seemingly following a hidden rhythm. What alarmed Su Ming most was that after entering the bar, they didn't look around or greet anyone, but instead walked straight into the depths. Their calm demeanor suggested they knew the bar's layout intimately.
"What's going on?" Su Ming wondered, his eyes fixed on the two men. He didn't dare act rashly; he had to confirm whether these two men were related to the lurking threat.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the bar was even more silent. Everyone seemed to be whispering, or just gently shaking their glasses. But in this moment of silence, Su Ming felt a faint sense of unprecedented oppression approaching, as if the air was frozen. His eyes quietly swept over Zheng Yaoxian's position. Zheng Yaoxian seemed to have noticed something and met Su Ming's gaze with a deep gaze.
"It's time," Su Ming thought to himself, a slight sneer curling up his lips. In order to deal with the current situation, he had already prepared for the worst.
He didn't stay inside the bar, but slowly turned and walked towards the exit. He calculated each step, his heartbeat remarkably steady. Su Ming knew that every detail of his current situation would determine how the situation would develop in the next few minutes.
And the moment he turned around, he made a decision without hesitation - he exposed himself to the enemy, pretended to leave, and created a false illusion for the enemy, making them think that he had stayed away from the melee.
The bar's door closed softly behind Su Ming, leaving a dull echo. The night breeze outside, carrying a slight chill, blew through the narrow alleyway, brushing against Su Ming's cheek. He stood at the door, silently observing his surroundings, a complex wave of emotions welling up within him. This night was far more complex than he had anticipated.
After exiting the bar, he didn't disappear into the crowd as quickly as he had planned. Instead, he maintained a steady pace, walking towards the end of the street. Outwardly, he appeared nonchalant, but in reality, every step he took was a deliberate attempt to delay. At this moment, Su Ming's initial calm and composure had long since vanished, replaced by a growing anxiety. He knew that tonight's situation would not end so easily.
"You thought I was going to leave?" Su Ming smiled to himself, his lips curling up slightly, as if giving himself a secret answer. He deliberately slowed down his pace, pretending not to notice the changes that had taken place in the bar.
Suddenly, he heard the faint sound of footsteps. The sound wasn't hurried, but the pace was unusually steady, carrying a sense of oppression that couldn't be ignored. Su Ming couldn't help but turn around, his gaze piercing the dim street and quickly scanning the surroundings. Those two people were the same ones he had seen entering the bar earlier, but this time, their eyes were no longer so casual, but filled with purpose, as if they had already sensed his presence.
Su Ming's heartbeat suddenly quickened. He knew he couldn't delay any longer. If he continued like this, his tactics would be exposed. His mind quickly analyzed his next move: if he didn't quickly guide these two people into a different situation, the situation would become even more difficult.
He took a deep breath, quickly adjusted his stance, turned slightly, and began walking down the street. At the same time, his fingers quietly touched the screen of the phone in his jacket pocket and silently sent a short message.
At that moment, he finally noticed a group of people in the distance, seemingly waiting for something. As his gaze slowly shifted, more and more figures gradually emerged—several people, standing leisurely, as if gathered together by chance, their eyes lowered, their words filled with an inexplicable tacit understanding.