When Jiang Feng found Ming Yue, she had just lost her target and was sitting in her car, cursing furiously.

“What’s wrong?”

Jiang Feng pulled over beside Ming Yue’s car and rolled down the window to ask.

Ming Yue was taken aback. “How did you get here?”

She had forgotten that this man had just asked for her location and requested that she share it with him.

Jiang Feng let out a soft sigh, opened the door, stepped out of the car, and gently brushed the strands of hair off Ming Yue’s forehead. “Why do you think I’m here? What happened? What’s going on?”

His gaze swept over the dented front of the car.

It must be said that Jiang Feng played his part extremely well—he acted as if he had no idea that Ming Yue had deliberately driven her car into someone else, instead inferring something bad had occurred based solely on the fragmentary details they’d discussed over the phone before he arrived.

Ming Yue’s mind was consumed by the unnamed male operative who had been watching her from a distance just moments earlier.

The car was too far away for her to make out his features clearly; all she could vaguely see was that he was wearing sunglasses, but she couldn’t discern his exact appearance at all.

Now that she’d lost track of him, Ming Yue was utterly frustrated.

Jiang Feng’s sudden appearance was like walking straight into a wall, and she snapped at him irritably: “I’m not your personal spy—how would I know how you got here? If you’ve got something to say, say it; if not, get lost!”

“Huh! Looks like you just ate a barrel of gunpowder and are rushing to find somewhere to blow up, huh?”

Jiang Feng wasn’t angry at all; instead, he smiled, opened the door, and climbed into the car. He first gave Ming Yue’s legs and feet a quick check to make sure she hadn’t sustained any serious injuries, then breathed a slight sigh of relief. After that, he turned his attention to examining her head, carefully inspecting every inch from her forehead to the back of her skull.

Only when he confirmed that Ming Yue really hadn’t been hurt did he finally feel the enormous weight lifted from his chest and let out a long, relieved breath.

Ming Yue was drawn to his words and slowly came to her senses, staring at him in mild surprise.

Jiang Feng pretended to be puzzled and playfully pinched her cheek. “What? Do I have something on my face, or do you just think I’m so handsome you can’t get enough of me?”

“Stop being so vain,” Ming Yue retorted, immediately seizing the opportunity to press him. “Jiang Feng, tell me—do you know something? Or was that guy who was watching me just now sent by you?”

“By heaven and earth!”

Jiang Feng instantly raised his hand in an oath.

But Ming Yue wasn’t convinced. “Then why were you just now…”

She wanted to say, “Why were you checking my legs and head like a neurotic, as if you already knew something?”

“What exactly was I doing just now?”

Jiang Feng asked, looking confused.

Ming Yue suddenly couldn’t make sense of this man anymore.

She’d been on edge the whole way, with no energy left to engage in idle chatter, and since her car had taken quite a hit, she promptly called a tow truck.

Of course, before the car was towed away, she removed the car key, along with everything else she kept in the vehicle—including her laptop—and then sat in the passenger seat of Jiang Feng’s car, poring over the surveillance footage.

Unfortunately, the footage was still very blurry.

Yet faintly, she thought she saw a familiar figure.

That figure…

Ming Yue suddenly grabbed the wrist of the man driving beside her—Jiang Feng—with such force that she nearly broke his wrist, muttering under her breath, “This…”

“What’s wrong?”

Jiang Feng gritted his teeth against the pain, turned his head to glance at Ming Yue’s computer screen, and instantly made out the silhouette of Gang Zi.

Of course, he immediately understood why Ming Yue looked like that.

End of Chapter 240: Counterattack 167