An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 122 Boldly Walk Your Own Night Path
Inside the car, Lu Feng listlessly admired the profile of the man beside him, whose face was as dark as ink.

A young colleague in the back seat, unaware of the situation, asked, "Captain Lu, should we send someone to follow that woman who just walked out of the school gate?"

Lu Feng casually passed the buck to Huo Qingshan, speaking in a businesslike tone: "Well... what does Battalion Commander Huo think?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Qingshan turned to look at him, his gaze sharp and intimidating, but he did not speak.

Seeing this, Lu Feng wisely kept quiet. Having fought with him for so many years, Lu Feng still understood the principle of knowing when to stop.

Everything in excess is bad. If you really anger this old man, he won't be in a good place either.

But... the smile he was trying so hard to suppress couldn't be perfectly hidden after all.

Xiao Han was confused.

Although he could feel the air pressure inside the car getting lower and lower, he saw that the woman was about to walk away, and if he didn't follow her, he would miss his chance.

Out of professional obligation, he forced himself to ask again, "Captain Lu, Battalion Commander Huo, should we follow them or not?"

"No need," Lu Feng replied quickly this time, his tone suddenly taking on an inappropriate air of nonchalance: "Someone's with us, we don't need to worry about it."

As he spoke, he leaned back, resting his head on the back of the car seat, looking completely at ease.

Xiao Han scratched his head, completely confused.

After a long pause, Lu Feng spoke up again: "We're going to raid another hideout in a couple of days. Do you want to come with us?"

Huo Qingshan frowned. "Are you sure you're alright, moving around so frequently?"

He was implying something; Huo Qingshan had never asked Lu Feng where their intelligence came from, and he knew that this was a question that shouldn't be asked.

But he could vaguely guess something. Lu Feng understood, sat up, abandoned his lazy demeanor, and said in a serious tone: "There's no other way. Their channels have been intercepted and destroyed by us time and time again. Their cash flow is now severely short, and we can't care about anything else anymore."

Not only did they show no intention of restraining themselves, but they also repeatedly took risks, displaying a complete gambler's mentality.

We are unwilling to take such frequent and rash actions unless absolutely necessary, and I am certainly aware of the risks involved.

However, once this batch of goods enters the market, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Between two evils, choose the lesser; that's all I can do.

Huo Qingshan's gaze remained fixed on the man's receding figure inside the school gate, never wavering. He spoke in a deep voice, "I'll go with you."

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Wen Cenqing pushed her wheelchair, taking light but heavy steps, along the path leading to the Chemistry Department's laboratory building.

The scene from just now unconsciously floated into my mind. The girl smiled brightly and said in a light voice, "The reason is very simple. It's just that walking is more convenient than sitting in a wheelchair."

"It's more important to make things convenient for myself than to care about how others perceive me."

"Shi... I think there's a famous person who said something like, 'Treat the doubts of others as flickering will-o'-the-wisps, and boldly walk your own dark path.' I think that's cool."

The distance between the School of Chemistry and the West Gate is not far, less than a kilometer, but Wen Cenqing still had some difficulty walking this distance. It had been a long time since he had walked a long distance alone in a continuous manner.

The laboratory was empty. Wen Cenqing was a high-level talent introduced by Fanzhou University, and the college had specially approved a private laboratory for him.

Perhaps due to his arrogance and overconfidence, the college leaders spoke with him several times, ostensibly to arrange one or two graduate students as his experimental assistants to share the research burden, but he politely declined each time.

After entering, Wen Cenqing habitually locked the door from the inside, then threw the wheelchair aside, put on a white lab coat, a mask, and lab gloves, and then took out a key to open the medicine safe.