Chapter 315: Heroes Must Save the Beauty!

Lin Yuan was instantly speechless; this police belle, she's definitely going to drag him in.

Lin Yuan struggled backward, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness:

"No way, I'm not a cop, and besides, that robber's car is so fast—if we chase and something happens, what then?"

Mu Lingxue's breath still carried the rich aroma of whiskey; she said coldly,

"I've had alcohol, I can't touch the steering wheel—you chase for me! If you catch them, I'll give you a reward."

Lin Yuan hadn't even figured out what the "reward" was when Mu Lingxue already rose on her toes, her warm lips unexpectedly brushing his corner of the mouth.

The soft, feathery feel carried the whiskey's scent, like a tiny flame darting into his heart; Lin Yuan went blank in an instant, his hand still frozen midair, even forgetting the words he'd just been about to retort with.

"You agree now, right? This little reward is just an appetizer." Mu Lingxue raised an eyebrow.

But Lin Yuan still shook his head, still refusing.

Mu Lingxue's face sank; she pulled out her phone, about to dial:

"Don't push your luck! Do you believe I'll call my dad right now and say you're a scumbag, that you dated me then abandoned me? Then he won't just haul you in for questioning—he'll lock you up for days, you believe me?"

Lin Yuan finally panicked, damn it! This woman's heart is truly ruthless.

But he can't let this police belle's father catch him; otherwise, if his dealings in the jianghu were exposed, the trouble would be huge.

Those words hit Lin Yuan's soft spot; he quickly reached out to press down on Mu Lingxue's phone, compromising with a bitter face:

"No, no, no! Isn't chasing enough? You sit in the passenger seat, buckle up—if something happens, don't blame me."

Mu Lingxue immediately shoved Lu Yuan toward the Range Rover: "If you'd done this earlier, it'd already be over!"

The engine's roar tore through the night sky as Lin Yuan drove the Range Rover SUV, speeding off in pursuit…

He gripped the steering wheel, accelerating hard all the way.

"Not fast enough—go faster!" Mu Lingxue barked.

Lin Yuan stared at the Range Rover's 180‑km/h speed, speechless: "Officer Mu, this kind of speeding is serious—I could lose my license!"

"Screw losing your license—you're helping the police with a case; I'll just greet the traffic brigade, drive boldly, and any accidents you cause tonight won't be recorded—our criminal police detachment will cover everything!"

"Really?" Lin Yuan asked dubiously.

"Nonsense—don't you trust the word of a criminal police squadron captain?" Mu Lingxue sat in the passenger seat, coldly.

"Alright, hold on tight." With those words from the police belle, Lin Yuan finally relaxed.

The next instant he stomped the accelerator!

"Whooo—!" the Range Rover SUV surged forward in another wild burst of acceleration!

The speed shot straight up to 250 km/h.

Lin Yuan gripped the steering wheel, eyes locked ahead—finally he caught up to the Xiaomi SU7.

The Xiaomi SU7's taillights dragged two scarlet streaks through the night as it fled fast along the main road.

"We've got them! They're heading east toward the city—lots of side streets there, we need to cut them off fast." Mu Lingxue clung to the window, her voice full of urgency.

Mu Lingxue spoke while grabbing the walkie‑talkie, reporting the direction to the criminal police team and ordering them to rush over immediately!

Lin Yuan said nothing, tapped his fingers on the wheel, then suddenly jerked the steering wheel. The Range Rover veered off the main road and turned into a lane half‑blocked by construction barriers.

"Are you crazy? Can this road even be passed?" Mu Lingxue jumped, instinctively grabbing the handhold.

"Relax, I checked the map—this lane is three minutes shorter than the main road; we can intercept the robbers."

Lin Yuan pressed the accelerator, the vehicle's body scraping the barriers as it surged forward; the gravel in the lane crunched under the wheels.

After just a couple of minutes, the Range Rover burst out of the alley…

Meanwhile, on the main road outside the alley, the robbers' Xiaomi SU7 sedan was speeding toward them.

"Boom—!" Lin Yuan slammed the accelerator, smashing the Range Rover hard into the Xiaomi SU7.

The entire Xiaomi SU7 sedan was flipped right over!

But the Xiaomi SU7's build quality was so good that, even after being flipped, it didn't catch fire and suffered little damage!

This Xiaomi truly lives up to being the top‑tier domestic new‑energy vehicle!

Meanwhile, Mu Lingxue had already flung the car door open and jumped out.

Mu Lingxue rushed stride after stride toward the overturned Xiaomi SU7.

But at that moment, the three robbers, still inside the overturned Xiaomi, were also crawling out of the vehicle.

The three robbers clutched bulging sacks, tumbling and crawling out of the car, then fled in panic into the side lane.

Mu Lingxue snapped back to reality, pulled out her walkie‑talkie, and reported:

"East warehouse district, three robbers fleeing in flagrante—send backup fast!" As soon as she hit send, she sprang after them, her sidearm snapping free from her hip, barrel steady on the lead robber.

"Don't run!" Her clear shout cracked the street as she pulled the trigger—

"Bang! Bang!"

Two gunshots!

But the bullets didn't graze the robber's hem. The lead guy, as if he'd anticipated it, lunged forward, using momentum to roll on the ground, barely dodging the bullets;

the two behind reacted just as fast—one ducked low behind a trash can, the other lunged straight into the roadside shrubbery, the bullets only kicking up two tiny puffs of dust on the ground.

Mu Lingxue's beautiful eyes narrowed; her steps didn't halt, she pressed harder on the gravel, locking her gaze on the robbers' escape route, her finger once again on the trigger.

"Bang!"

Another shot cracked the street, the bullet grazing the robber's hem and embedding in the alley‑mouth brick wall, spraying a shower of fine grit.

Mu Lingxue's grip on the gun tightened till her knuckles whitened—

She had clearly locked onto his back, yet the robber seemed to have eyes in his back—almost as she squeezed the trigger, he twisted his body and rolled sideways, a move so fast it left only a blurred black shadow.

How could that be?

Mu Lingxue's breath hitched halfway, shock crawling up her spine.

Her marksmanship was famous in the municipal bureau's criminal police squad—she could hit eight out of ten even on a moving target.

But today, facing these three bandits, all three shots missed.

Their reaction speed was nothing like ordinary people's; it was more like that of experts trained to the extreme—every roll and dodge precisely avoided the bullet's trajectory, as if they could anticipate when she would fire.

Could this group not be ordinary bandits?

The doubt had just surfaced, but was immediately pressed down by the urgency before her eyes.

Mu Lingxue didn't stop her steps, stepping on gravel as she chased into the alley, her eyes locked on the leading figure, her finger still on the trigger, yet she didn't fire rashly—

She had to steady herself, couldn't waste more bullets.

At that moment inside the Range Rover, Lin Yuan peered through the window at the chase in the alley, his brows knotted into a river‑like shape, his face so grave it seemed water could drip from it.

Others only thought the bandits moved fast, but he could see clearly that their dodging wasn't luck—it was the footwork of ancient martial arts.

In ancient martial arts, emphasis is placed on the combination of footwork speed and muscular strength.

If muscular strength is coordinated to the utmost, bodily movement reaction speed becomes fast enough to completely dodge gunfire while moving.

Because of the shooter's accuracy, the bandits' dodging speed is not faster at all.

The bullet's speed is indeed fast, but that only matters under conditions of precise, split-second aiming.

As long as the bandits keep moving and dodging, perfectly avoiding the bullet's trajectory, if Mu Lingxue cannot achieve split-second aim, she cannot hit them.

Because Mu Lingxue needs split-second aim when she fires. She is the pursuer, and she is moving.

And the bandits are moving too. When both sides are moving, it's hard to hit the target.

Moreover, the bandits are deliberately dodging, and their footwork is very fast…

The three bandits' silhouettes flickered under the streetlamp, then in an instant vanished into deeper darkness.

Mu Lingxue gripped her gun, the soles of her shoes crushing gravel on the road with a crisp sound, she pursued without hesitation, and soon disappeared completely from Lin Yuan's sight……

Inside the Range Rover, Lin Yuan's fingertips still felt the chill of the steering wheel; he leaned back against the seat, his brows furrowed tighter. He had originally wanted to stay out of it——

He had promised his grandfather he would never reveal his sharpness.

But thinking that those three bandits were ancient martial arts masters, Mu Lingxue with only a gun and no police backup—this pursuit was practically sending herself onto the blade's tip.

Lin Yuan's mind suddenly flashed with the scene just now: a woman's warm lips brushed his cheek, carrying a faint gardenia scent, and the reddened tip of her ear as she turned.

Lin Yuan sharply closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the surging emotions in his chest finally overpowered reason.

"Forget it."

He muttered a curse, pushed open the door and stepped out, moving as fast as a shadow, silently following.

……

Up ahead in the night, Mu Lingxue was in hot pursuit. The nighttime street had no pedestrians; only her footsteps echoed in the emptiness.

Up ahead, the three bandits fled madly!

Suddenly, the bandit running last spun around, the short knife in his hand flashing cold light in the moonlight, slashing straight at Mu Lingxue's shoulder!

Mu Lingxue's pupils contracted sharply; the bandit's sudden counterattack…… left her unprepared!

She was just about to raise her gun to block, but it was already too late.

Just then, a soft 'whoosh' sounded, as faint as a mosquito's wingbeat.

In the darkness, a silver needle whistled from behind, and in the blink of an eye it pierced the arm of the knife-wielding bandit!

All of this happened too fast; Mu Lingxue didn't see that silver needle at all, and she had no idea what had happened??

That bandit's movement jerked to a halt; the arm just raised to strike spasmed violently, and the short knife clanged to the ground.

He clutched his arm, cold sweat beading on his forehead, and shouted angrily: 'Who is it?! Get out here!'

Mu Lingxue also froze, her gun-holding hand suspended in midair. She quickly turned her head to scan the surroundings——

Under the streetlamp lay only an empty street; not a single person's shadow lingered in the wall's corner shadows.

Who's there?

What's going on??

How did this bandit's knife suddenly drop??

Who is the bandit talking to again??

At this moment, the bandit's forehead was also seeping cold sweat!

The opponent is definitely a top-tier concealed-weapon expert; at this point not even the opponent's shadow is visible, and the bandit senses a dangerous presence approaching.

In the dark alley's mouth, Lin Yuan's fingertips still pinched a fine needle glinting with silver light, his breathing extremely shallow.

He leaned against the brick wall, using the dappled tree shade to conceal his figure, his eyes fixed on the scene, with no intention of exposing himself.

Those practicing ancient martial arts most dread revealing their trump cards; moreover, he didn't want Mu Lingxue to know his identity.

The bandit who had been needled rubbed his numb arm, his eyes full of terror.

To be able to shoot a concealed weapon soundlessly in the dark and still strike his acupressure point precisely, the opponent must certainly be an ancient martial arts master! Moreover, his footwork is more concealed than theirs; if they continued to fight, they would gain no advantage.

"Go!"

The leader bandit let out a low shout, no longer daring to linger, turned and ran in another direction.

The remaining two also came to their senses, hurriedly following, not even bothering to pick up the knife they had dropped.

Mu Lingxue realized what had happened and immediately gave chase, but the doubt in her heart grew deeper and deeper.

Just what happened back there? But Mu Lingxue had no time to ponder; she hurriedly pursued.

Just then, a piercing siren sounded from afar, red-and-blue flashing lights cutting through the night sky, drawing ever closer.

The criminal police had arrived! Several police cars stopped on the street; officers leapt out, pulled up the cordon, and closed in from the direction Mu Lingxue was pursuing.

The three bandits were instantly flanked, every exit blocked.

Seeing themselves surrounded, the three bandits' faces turned ashen. The leader gritted his teeth, then suddenly spotted the illuminated night-market barbecue stall by the road——

Meat skewers on the iron plate sizzled, oily droplets flying; diners gathered around tables chatting and laughing, the smoky aroma drifting half a block down.

His eyes hardened, he and the other two surged forward, the short knife in his hand instantly pressing against the neck of a man busy skewering meat.

"Dog cops! Nobody move! Put down your guns!!" The robber's voice shook with madness, "Anyone who comes near, I'll kill these people!"

The barbecue stall instantly descended into chaos.

The diners screamed and rose to their feet; some tried to run but were shouted down by the robber, and several hostages trembled all over, their faces paler than night.

Mu Lingxue rushed to the stall entrance, saw this scene, her steps halted abruptly, her gun‑holding hand tightened, her beautiful eyes furrowed—

With the hostages in the robber's hands, she dared not act rashly.

The hanging lamp over the barbecue stall swayed, making eyes dizzy; the sizzling meat skewers still gave off heat, but the air had lost all trace of warm, smoky comfort.

The three robbers wore black knit masks, revealing only pairs of eyes gleaming with cruelty; their short knives flashed cold light under the lamp, each pressed against a diner's neck—

A dozen or so hostages huddled in the stall's corner, women's sobs mingling with children's stifled gasps, everything in disarray.

Mu Lingxue slowly lowered her gun, but her fingertips remained pressed against the side of the weapon, ready to react at any moment.

She took two steps forward, her voice as steady as she could make it, carrying the calm peculiar to detectives:

"I'm Mu Lingxue of the Municipal Criminal Police Brigade; I advise you not to make a futile struggle—release the hostages now, surrender, and you'll receive lenient treatment!"

The robber's face twisted ferally as he said,

"Fuck you! Do you think we're easy to fool? We've committed a capital crime—do you really think you can treat us leniently? Either way it's death, so either get us a car with a full tank, no tailing, and let us leave the city safely, or I'll have dozens of hostages here buried with us!"

Another robber also spoke coldly, "We only want money, not our lives. Hurry up and get us a vehicle!"

Mu Lingxue stepped forward with a group of detectives, solemnly saying, "Let's talk this out—first release the hostages, okay? Let the women and children go first."

The leader spat on the ground, pressed his knife harder against the hostage's neck, leaving a red line:

"Don't bother negotiating with me! We want a car, tank full, no tailing! Once we're out of the city we'll naturally release the hostages! We're after money, not killing, but if you play tricks—"

He swept his gaze over the huddled crowd, "These people, and the cops behind you, won't get off easy!"

Mu Lingxue's heart sank.

These people aren't just versed in ancient martial arts; they're unusually vigilant and outright reject any staged release of hostages.

She was about to speak again to stall, when suddenly the leader's eyes flashed—he jerked his hand back from the hostage, flipped his wrist, and thrust the knife straight at her face!

Mu Lingxue's pupils contracted; she instinctively raised her arm to block, but the attacker moved too fast—

It was the ancient martial "wrapping‑wrist" technique: the robber's elbow jammed into her lower back, his other hand instantly locked her right arm, and the knife "swish" turned, its icy blade pressing directly against her throat.

"Don't move!" the robber's voice rasped against her ear, heavy with breath,

"Now she's the hostage! Have your people bring a car over in ten minutes! If you're late by even a minute, I'll slash her throat!"

The change happened in a flash; even the nearby detectives hadn't reacted yet.

Once they saw Mu Lingxue with a knife at her throat, several young officers' eyes turned red.

The officers reached for their guns, but the captain pressed them down hard: "Don't act rashly! Captain Mu is still in their hands!"

One officer had been turned into a hostage—this had blown way out of proportion!

"Release Officer Mu!" the captain bellowed.

But the robber didn't budge; instead he pressed the blade harder, Mu Lingxue feeling a burning pain where the edge touched her skin, her throat tightening, she dared not breathe too deeply.

She tried to struggle, but found the robber's grip on her arm immensely strong—his fingers like iron clamps, clearly trained in hard‑skill ancient martial arts; she couldn't break free.

Soon a negotiation expert arrived, grabbing a megaphone to try communicating—from "ensure safety" to "lenient handling"—he spoke for a full five minutes.

But the robber merely sneered, "Don't bother me with that useless talk! Either bring the car, or wait to collect corpses!"

The robber glanced at his wristwatch, his tone growing more vicious, "Five minutes left! If no car shows up, I'll first cut her to show you!"

Mu Lingxue gritted her teeth, wanting to tell her colleagues not to comply, but the blade pressed so tight that any speech scraped her skin; she could only emit a muffled warning from her throat.

The detectives' faces turned livid; while they frantically tried to summon a vehicle, they also feared the robber would kill the hostage, leaving the scene frozen—even the air seemed to solidify.

Just then, a steady voice suddenly came from the shadows beside the road:

"Release her, I'll take her place as hostage."

Everyone's gaze instantly snapped toward him—

Only Lin Yuan emerged from the tree shade at the alley mouth, hands tucked into his overcoat pockets, his steps unhurried yet carrying an inexplicable composure.

It was indeed Lin Yuan.

The streetlamp's light fell on Lin Yuan's face; one could see his brows slightly furrowed, his gaze sweeping over the hostage Mu Lingxue, a hint of helplessness hidden in his eyes.

When he turned his attention to the robber, his tone was flat yet carried an undeniable force

: "I'll go with you; let her stay. You want a hostage you can exchange for safety—I'm more suitable—at least, I won't have a crowd of police lurking behind me like the cops do."

Mu Lingxue's beautiful eyes narrowed; she let out an urgent "mmm" from her throat, shaking her head desperately!

At a time like this, what's that lunatic Lin Yuan doing showing up? Trying to show off?

An ordinary person becoming a hostage only increases the danger!

Mu Lingxue had promised Lin Yuan she wouldn't drag him into this.

So she wanted Lin Yuan to leave quickly! Stop meddling!

She absolutely could not let an ordinary person take her place as hostage!