“Boss, we’ve spotted the target!”
A member of the Kawashima family, stationed near the airport, suddenly tapped the person in the front seat.
Their leader sat there, part of a team sent by the family over a month ago.
Every day was grueling, with round-the-clock shifts, high-intensity work.
Their sole mission: intercept Xu Fei at the airport.
According to family higher-ups, Xu Fei would soon arrive here for revenge.
All they had to do was lie in wait and catch him like a turtle in a jar.
But after weeks of waiting, they’d seen no trace of him.
Today was the third-to-last day of the mission.
If they found nothing, the order would be rescinded, but their persistence paid off with today’s discovery.
The boss, stunned for a moment, slammed the steering wheel in wild excitement.
“Damn it! I’ve waited over a month for this! What are you standing there for? Grab him!”
At his command, the van’s crew roared the engine to life and sped off in pursuit.
During the chase, the boss confirmed the target, comparing the man boarding a car ahead to the photo on his phone’s wanted notice.
“It’s definitely him. Good thing I didn’t wait for nothing.”
“Brothers, floor it! Once we nab this guy and claim the reward, drinks are on me!”
Spurred by his words, the crew pushed harder, the van’s accelerator screaming, speed maxed out.
Unbeknownst to them, this “Xu Fei” was a decoy Xu Fei had arranged to arrive simultaneously.
This man had received all mission details and orders in advance.
From the moment he stepped off the plane onto the tarmac, every move was pre-planned.
As a highly trained Chinese operative, he understood the weight of his duty.
Driving ahead, he glanced at the rearview mirror, spotting the van tailing him, and let out a relieved, cold chuckle.
“Good, you followed. Now I can buy more time for Major General!”
With that, he slightly sped up, maintaining a tantalizing distance from the van.
Not too far, not too close, like baiting a fish, luring them along.
The decoy kept driving, eventually leading them to what seemed like a dead-end alley.
The van’s crew, locals familiar with the terrain, laughed as they reached the intersection.
“Boss, we’ve got him! He mustn’t know the roads to drive into this dead end!”
The area was an abandoned small industrial zone, its roads sealed off.
In other words, a way in, but no way out.
Seeing the car ahead enter, the boss ordered a few men to guard the entrance while he drove on, chasing deeper inside.
