Chapter 63: Trying to Scare Me?

“You should realize there’s no escape.” Xiao Yu dropped the jesting tone, “Surrender, at least you might live a little longer.”

“Do you dare make a move?” Owen sneered fiercely, “Go ahead, not only will I die, but so will they.”

Them? The child and the woman in Owen’s arms.

“A bomb?” Xiao Yu focused on the red light flashing at the child’s neck. Was the small box in his hand the detonator?

“Hmph,” Owen scoffed coldly.

The two fell silent, holding each other’s gaze.

An idea flashed through Xiao Yu’s mind, ‘Maybe I should just run? Now that bombs are involved, fleeing seems less risky than staying involved in this case.’

“Scared?” Owen taunted with a cold laugh.

Scared? Xiao Yu blinked. Right now, he indeed felt a terror akin to being at the mercy of a nagging neighbor.

After a pause, Owen declared, “Either kill me now or prepare a ship for me. I’m heading to international waters.”

International waters?

Xiao Yu narrowed his eyes. “It’ll take time. You haven’t answered my question yet.”

“I’m not a soldier, not a mercenary, and certainly not a terrorist,” Owen replied, his smile enigmatic. “Take a guess, what did I used to do?”

Non-violent non-cooperation?

Xiao Yu grew a bit frustrated. “Aren’t you scared of snipers? You think you can detonate the bomb in time?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Owen sneered, lifting the small box in his hand and waving it in front of Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu’s pupils dilated sharply. The box had a small button, already pressed by Owen.

“The moment I lift my finger, the button pops out,” Owen declared with a vicious laugh. “Boom! Everyone’s gone!”

‘So that’s it.’ Xiao Yu squinted. So, he wasn’t afraid of being sniped, and death could still trigger the bomb, maintaining his threat? It was absurdly over-prepared.

“Xiao Yu, come back, it’s too dangerous,” Wang Dong’s voice came through the hidden earpiece, urging caution.

Xiao Yu lifted the corners of his mouth into a smile. Although ‘old silver coins’ were often looked down upon, they could provide a sense of security when aligned as allies.

Wang Dong was a good man. But now, it was time to move.

Xiao Yu took a step forward… toward Owen.

Owen, “???”

Wang Dong outside the service area, “???”

The two snipers witnessing the scene, “???”

Had Xiao Yu lost his mind? No!

Ten meters was neither too long nor too short.

Owen’s expression abruptly changed as he regained his senses.

Xiao Yu now stood right in front of him. Seeing the other’s face contort, a flash of panic streaked through his eyes. Xiao Yu felt his heart settle back into his chest.

Indeed, only the cunning understand the ways of the cunning.

Xiao Yu extended his hands swiftly like lightning, grasping Owen’s wrists.

A lift, a twist.

Click! Click!

Owen’s wrists sagged.

Not broken. Dislocated. With a joint technique.

“Aah!” A scream erupted from Owen’s mouth as he could no longer hold the child, who was then caught by Xiao Yu.

Holding the child in one arm, Xiao Yu glanced at what he held in his other hand. A detonator? No, it wasn’t a detonator.

With the force of a battle axe, Xiao Yu swung his thigh. Owen, struck by a powerful kick to the head, fell to the ground like a felled tree.

Everyone was stunned.

But… the bomb did not detonate.

Why?

What was inside the child’s clothes was a fake bomb.

Lifting the crying child’s shirt, Xiao Yu revealed a supposed explosive device wrapped in tape, its lights flashing like a constantly blinking red eye. Its appearance was even more convincing than a real bomb.

Xiao Yu removed the fake bomb from the child and handed the child to the tearful woman standing nearby. He then approached Owen, who was gradually regaining consciousness.

Xiao Yu’s foot came down on Owen’s chest.

It was unclear how many ribs were broken, but he forcefully pinned Owen back to the ground.

“Why? You couldn’t possibly know it was fake!” Owen screamed, glaring at Xiao Yu with eyes full of defiance and frustration.

“Are bombs easy to make?” Xiao Yu scoffed, looking down at Owen. “Gunpowder mixing, ignition mechanisms, detonation switches… Although I don’t know how to make one, I do know it’s impossible to craft a bomb quickly, let alone make a pressure-release one. The most laughable part is that you made us see the bomb and intentionally included a flashing light. Who makes a bomb and puts in a light to flash? Is it to make it look pretty, or to add some aesthetic value? Is this a movie?”

Xiao Yu stared down at Owen, whose face had turned ghostly pale with despair, his expression one of scorn.

Internally, he added, ‘My King Butterfly Nose didn’t detect any trace of gunpowder, sulfur, glycerin, or any related smells at all.’

Trying to scare me? Good luck.

【Ding, congratulations to the host for solving the corpse smuggling case. Reward…】