Courtyard House: First, kill the hypocrites, leave none alive.

Chen Feng recalled the system activation prompt, one of which read: [Personal Space (Initial): 10 cubic meters of independent storage space, time flow frozen, only the host's consciousness can access non-living resources.]

The flow of time is frozen... This means that things stored inside won't spoil. This is a very useful feature.

Access is restricted to the host's consciousness only... Are there any limitations to access? Distance? Speed?

Chen Feng had a sudden thought and tried to extend his consciousness to an enamel teacup on a low cabinet in the corner of the living room.

Without a sound, the teacup disappeared from the low cabinet and reappeared on the open ground of the personal space.

With another thought, the teacup returned to the low cabinet, in exactly the same position.

The access process is instantaneous, without any delay or physical contact. As long as it's within his conscious perception range (which, at least in this room, seems to be working without issue), he can access it freely.

This is undoubtedly an extremely powerful ability for concealment, carrying, and surprise attacks. Imagine if, in the heat of battle, he could instantly draw his weapon or place a dangerous item (such as a grenade, if available) next to the enemy...

Unfortunately, he doesn't have any grenades. He doesn't even have enough bullets.

Chen Feng then immersed his consciousness into the space, carefully observing the supplies. He "picked up" a bag of compressed biscuits, trying to use his consciousness to "analyze" or "decompose" it—perhaps the system had some kind of material conversion function?

The compressed biscuits remained unchanged.

He then tried to focus his attention on the Hong Kong dollar cash, thinking about "exchanging it for system points" or "using it to unlock modules."

There was still no reaction. The cash remained, lying quietly in the paper bag.

It seems that the system's "exchange" or "use" must follow its preset rules and interface, and cannot be operated through such "unorthodox" methods.

After a series of attempts, Chen Feng gained a clearer understanding of the current state of the system:

1. The system does exist and provides an extremely valuable 10 cubic meter personal space.

2. The system offers a one-time newbie gift pack, but subsequent support requires "payment" (currency, gold, or system points) to unlock.

3. The "Marching Backpack Module" may be key to acquiring more supplies (especially weapons and ammunition), but it has a high barrier to unlocking.

4. The method for obtaining system points is unclear, and the system itself does not seem to provide guidance or tasks proactively.

5. The system's current functions are limited to material storage and retrieval and status display, making it more like a passive toolkit than an active guide or cheat code.

In summary: the system is a powerful trump card, but it cannot provide immediate power to resolve the current crisis.

It's unrealistic to expect the system to instantly conjure up ammunition, secure a safe house, or completely eliminate the threat posed by the 200,000 bounty.

Ultimately, he has to rely on himself.

Chen Feng opened his eyes; in the darkness, his pupils seemed to reflect the faint light from outside the window.

If you can't rely on the system, you have to find your own way.

The ammunition problem must be resolved as soon as possible; we cannot wait until we run out of bullets.

The frantic search fueled by the 200,000 yuan bounty must be dealt with, or... utilized?

A bold idea, like a vine sprouting in the darkness, began to spread in his mind.

Since hiding is becoming increasingly difficult and the pressure is increasing.

Then why not... deliberately create some chaos?

Or, try to divert the searchers' attention in the wrong direction?

Is it even possible to obtain what he desperately needs directly from the source of the bounty—Master He?

This idea is dangerous and insane.

But Chen Feng was never one to follow the rules. He fought his way from Beijing to Hong Kong Island, never relying on enduring hardship or passively waiting.

His motto is: the best defense is offense. The most effective cover is to make the hunter the prey.

Of course, this requires meticulous planning, accurate intelligence, and... most importantly, strong execution.

He still knows too little about Master He, and his understanding of the power distribution and operating rules of the Kowloon West underworld is just a blur.

He needs more information.

Where can I get it?

Master Zhang, the repairman, might know some old tales of the underworld. His two apprentices, Ah Chang and Ah Bing, enjoyed gossiping.

In the casual conversations among neighbors after meals, there may be bits and pieces of information.

Even... those short mules wandering the streets, searching for "two hundred thousand targets," their every move and conversation might reveal something useful.

A cold smile curled at the corners of Chen Feng's lips in the darkness.

It seems that starting tomorrow, besides repairing machines, he'll have to pay more attention to his surroundings and the people around him.

Instead of passively waiting for the storm to pass, try to guide its direction.

At the very least, prepare your own safe haven and sharpen your fangs before the storm fully arrives.

He closed his eyes again, this time truly preparing to fall asleep.

In my consciousness, that hazy, gray system space slowly faded away.

But a clearer, more dangerous plan was gradually taking shape in his mind.

The night remained deep.

The hunter's eyes, even in his slumber, seemed to have opened slightly.

They were watching, calculating, and waiting.

His time has come.

The opportunity came sooner than expected.

That morning, shortly after the iron gate of Yongli Machinery Repair Shop was opened, a middle-aged man wearing a short jacket, with dark skin and an anxious expression rushed in.

"Master Zhang! Master Zhang, help!" The man's voice was rough and hoarse, with a heavy Chaoshan accent. "The 'tiger crane' at the dock has stalled again! The whole shipment is stuck in mid-air, unable to go down or up! The ship owner is pressuring us like crazy! You have to come with me right now!"

Master Zhang was drinking tea when he heard this, so he put down his teacup: "Brother Shui, your 'tiger crane' is an old machine, it breaks down all the time. Didn't I fix it for you last time?"

"It's fixed! But we rushed the work last night, and it might have been overweight. This morning, as soon as we turned it on, there was a 'bang,' and then it stopped working! Mr. Zhang, this batch of goods is very important, we can't afford any delays! Double the pay! Parts will be reimbursed based on actual costs!"

Master Zhang hesitated for a moment. He was actually reluctant to take on the work at the dock; the situation there was complicated, a melting pot of all sorts of people, and he knew that "tiger crane"—it was an old model, prone to problems, and troublesome to repair. But Brother Shui was a regular customer, and his price was reasonable…