Transmigrating Into a Book, the Villain Becomes the White Moonlight!

136: Chapter 136 Familiar StrangersPerhaps because Uncle Fu was present, Su Bai and Lin Wan both tactfully remained quiet on the way back, not saying much more.

However, a certain invisible, relaxed, and slightly sweet atmosphere quietly filled the car cabin.

The faint, almost imperceptible smiles at the corners of their mouths—smiles they hadn’t even clearly noticed themselves—seemed to dissolve the last bit of invisible distance between them. Sitting side-by-side in the silence, they appeared a bit closer than they had on the way there.

The early morning sky was still a chaotic deep blue, not yet fully awakened by the morning sun.

The streets were empty and vehicles were scarce; only the streetlights cast long, quiet halos onto the wet asphalt surface.

The car soon arrived at the airport’s departure level.

Su Bai got out of the car and helped Lin Wan take her lightweight carry-on suitcase from the trunk.

“Stay safe,” Su Bai said as he handed her the suitcase, giving a most ordinary instruction.

Lin Wan took the handle and looked up at him. The morning light fell into her clear eyes, rippling with a shallow smile. “Mm, I’ll be back tonight.”

Her tone carried a knowing lightheartedness.

It turned out that some things didn’t need to be roundabout; being direct was actually more effective with him.

Since the night she had laid her cards on the table, she could clearly feel a strange shift in Su Bai’s attitude toward her.

This change wasn’t reflected in intimate words or a heated attitude, but was hidden in these subtle daily actions—like him taking the initiative to drop her off today, or this simple instruction just now.

This caused the slight, uncertain anxiety in her heart to be gradually replaced by a soothing warmth.

After seeing Lin Wan off, Su Bai turned and got back into the car. Uncle Fu smoothly drove away from the airport, preparing to return to the city center.

On the other side of the airport, at the International Arrivals hall.

A flight from overseas had just landed. Amidst the flow of people, a tall and agile woman dressed in simple black casual wear walked out briskly.

She wore a pair of sunglasses that covered half her face, but her tightly pursed lips and the cold ’do not approach’ aura surrounding her still made her stand out in the crowd.

It was Dragon Two.

She raised her hand to check her watch, a layer of frost condensed between her brows.

Less than two hours remained until the transaction time agreed upon by the kidnappers. Even if the roads were clear, it would take time to rush from the airport to that remote delivery location.

She couldn’t afford to waste a single second.

Dragon Two’s pace was as swift as the wind as she headed straight for the underground parking lot.

She needed to find the vehicle arranged to meet her as quickly as possible. Just as she walked toward the designated parking space, her gaze habitually scanning her surroundings sharply, her peripheral vision suddenly caught a glimpse of a back walking toward a black sedan not far away.

That back... slender, slightly lean, with a unique, nonchalant gait that seemed detached yet completely in control of everything around him.

It was only a fleeting glimpse, yet it was like a cold bolt of lightning suddenly splitting open a corner of memory in Dragon Two’s mind!

Her footsteps came to a dead stop. Her body even leaned back slightly due to a subconscious tensing. Her eyes behind the sunglasses stared fixedly at that back, not even noticing that she was blocking the middle of the aisle.

Not until that figure pulled open the car door and was about to sit inside—

Dragon Two suddenly snapped back to her senses. No longer hesitating, she charged toward that direction like a cheetah! The sound of high heels striking the ground was urgent and clear in the empty parking lot.

“Wait! You there in front! Please wait a moment!” she shouted, her voice tight and urgent.

Having already half-sat in the car, Su Bai paused at the sound and turned his head in confusion.

He saw a woman with a beautiful face but a cold expression, carrying an air of capable, murderous intent, running toward him. In the blink of an eye, she reached him.

In the driver’s seat, Uncle Fu, who had been about to start the car, had his brows tightly furrowed the moment Dragon Two began to run.

His gaze was like the most precise radar, instantly locking onto this woman—to sprint over a distance of two or three hundred meters at such a speed, and yet her breathing was still steady and long when she arrived, her complexion unchanged, and not even a strand of hair was out of place!

This was absolutely not the physical stamina and control an ordinary person should have!

Uncle Fu’s hand on the steering wheel slid down slightly, quietly moving toward a hidden control button. His body also entered a defensive posture ready to explode at any moment, his eyes sharp as he scrutinized this suddenly appearing stranger through the car window.

Su Bai, however, didn’t notice Uncle Fu’s instantaneous wariness. He just watched this strange, beautiful woman run to the side of the car. He raised an eyebrow, his face filled with pure incomprehension and a trace of lazy annoyance at being disturbed as he repeated, “Are you calling me?”

Dragon Two stood still in front of Su Bai, her gaze behind the sunglasses rapidly scanning his face.

He doesn’t recognize me.

This realization was like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, stirring a slight ripple in her heart, which was then quickly flattened by her powerful psychological quality.

Her years in the Dragon King Hall had long accustomed her to burying her true emotions deep in her heart. She quickly adjusted her facial expression and breathing, her voice returning to a business-like calm, even carrying a perfectly measured hint of apology: “My apologies, sir, I mistook you for someone else. Sorry to disturb you.”

Su Bai nodded indifferently, indicating he didn’t mind.

Seeing this, Dragon Two turned decisively. The fleeting, complex expression on her face—a mix of solemnity after confirmation and an indescribable loneliness—was perfectly hidden by her large sunglasses as she stepped away to leave.

“Hey, you.” Su Bai’s voice suddenly came from behind her again, not loud, but clear.

Dragon Two’s steps seemed to have been hit by a pause button, instantly pinning her to the spot.

She spun around abruptly. Even the sunglasses couldn’t hide those eyes that suddenly lit up with a hint of unbelievable joy as she looked at Su Bai.

Could it be that he...

She saw Su Bai tilt his chin, pointing at the dark sunglasses that covered almost half her face. His tone carried a bit of pure curiosity and the casual banter typical of a wealthy young master: “The sun isn’t even up yet in A City; it’s pitch black out. Can you see the road wearing those glasses? Don’t go crashing into a pillar in a moment.”

He spoke casually, as if it were just a passing comment.

“Ah? Oh...” Dragon Two was stunned for a moment, only then realizing that her habitual disguise did indeed seem a bit out of place in the current dim light.

With almost no hesitation, she raised her hand and neatly took off her sunglasses, revealing a beautiful face with exquisite makeup and sharp eyes that couldn’t hide her exhaustion.

Her vision had undergone special training and years of actual combat; whether she wore sunglasses or not had a negligible effect on her sight. These glasses were more for disguise and habit.

The moment the sunglasses were removed, Su Bai’s originally nonchalant gaze suddenly froze.

He tilted his head, his gaze falling on Dragon Two’s face, scrutinizing her carefully for several seconds with a hint of inquiry.

It wasn’t because this face was beautiful enough—though, undeniably, it was indeed a very beautiful and highly aggressive face—but rather another, more blurred feeling.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity, like an undercurrent beneath the water, was faintly surging.

“Have we... met somewhere before?” Su Bai frowned slightly and asked directly.

This feeling came suddenly, but it wasn’t without cause.

Dragon Two’s fingers holding the sunglasses tightened imperceptibly. She looked at this young, handsome face that carried a detached nobility but was now showing some confusion. Her lips moved slightly, as if she had something on the tip of her tongue.

But in the end, she shook her head, her tone flat and certain: “No. Sir, you might be mistaken.”

With that, she gave Su Bai no further chance to question her. She turned quickly, her pace even more decisive than before, almost carrying a sense of escape as she quickly disappeared around the corner of the underground parking lot aisle.

Su Bai watched her quickly receding back, shrugged indifferently, and bent down to sit in the car. He casually complained to Uncle Fu, “Girls nowadays are really strange. She looked quite urgent when she ran over, but after a couple of sentences, she became as cold as a block of ice. She changes her face faster than flipping a book.”

“Does Young Master think she... looks familiar?” Uncle Fu’s gaze still followed the direction where Dragon Two had disappeared. His voice was steady, but he asked carefully.

“I have a tiny bit of that feeling,” Su Bai leaned against the back of the seat, returning to his lazy manner, and even joked with a bit of cynical laughter, “After all, with good-looking girls, you always feel like you’ve seen them somewhere. It’s only human nature.”

His words were half-jesting, but that moment of familiarity just now had indeed not originated from a frivolous pick-up line.

It was a more subtle feeling, as if touching a blurred outline at the edge of his memory. It was just that the feeling came and went quickly, like a wisp of mist brushing past the car window in the early morning; he couldn’t catch it, so he let it go.

In the middle of the night, all was silent.

The abandoned, unfinished building was like a giant beast lurking in the darkness, with only a single crimson spark flickering at the entrance.

The Bald-headed Man squatted by the dilapidated doorframe. A mess of cigarette butts was already scattered at his feet; some were crushed to powder, while others still held half their shape, silently telling of the long hours he had spent waiting here in anxiety.

“Dammit...”

He cursed under his breath, taking a final, hard drag from the last bit of his cigarette butt. Only when the hot filter scorched his fingers did he hurriedly toss it away.

He craned his neck again, trying his best to look toward the end of the small path swallowed by the night. Except for the flickering shadows of trees and wild grass, there was nothing.

“If I’d known, I would’ve gone along... It’s been a whole day. Did something really happen?”

Unease was like a cold vine, wrapping tighter and tighter as time passed.

Various terrible possibilities flashed through his mind: Was he double-crossed? Caught by the police? Had an accident on the road?

But he didn’t dare leave easily.

Firstly, that ’meat ticket’ named Brother Bufan was still tied up inside. Although he hadn’t woken up due to the anesthesia, if he escaped or died, it would all be over.

Secondly, what if the Bald Man was fine and just delayed? If he ran out to look, it would be even more troublesome if they missed each other.

Caught in such a dilemma, he waited from the high sun until the moon hung in the middle of the sky. He had run out of cigarettes, his throat was dry, and his heart was sinking bit by bit.

As for whether the Bald Man would be tempted by greed and run off with the money himself?

The moment that thought cropped up, the Bald-headed Man crushed it.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

That was his brother-in-law. They had grown up together since they were kids. Although the guy was a bit thick-headed, he was definitely not the type to betray trust.

Between men, sometimes it’s all about ’loyalty.’ This was one of the few things people like them, struggling at the bottom, could hold onto tightly.

Just as he was lost in thought, nearly swallowed by anxiety and the night, a rustling sound suddenly came from the waist-high wild grass in the distance. This was followed by a shout that was kept low but couldn’t hide the excitement: “Brother-in-law! Brother-in-law! I’m back!”

“Oh, holy crap!” The Bald-headed Man jumped up as if struck by lightning. Having squatted for too long, his legs were numb, and he almost fell as his vision went black. He hurriedly supported himself against the nearby concrete wall, not even bothering to catch his breath as he cursed with a dry, hoarse voice: “Where the hell did you die?! I thought someone had killed you and dumped you in a ditch!”

He saw the Bald Man crawling and rolling out from the wild grass, his body covered in grass clippings and dirt, his face streaked with black and gray. He was panting heavily, looking wretched yet exceptionally excited. “Brother-in-law, don’t even mention it!”

He patted the dirt off his body, his words flying fast. “This A City is just too damn big!”

The Bald-headed Man was in no mood to hear him complain about the journey. His eyes were like searchlights, scanning him up and down as he impatiently interrupted: “Cut the crap! Where’s the money? Did you get it? No hitches, right?”

“Got it! Got it! It’s right here!” A triumphant smile spread across the Bald Man’s face. Like a magic trick, he pulled two bulging black sports bags from behind him; they looked heavy.

He tossed them at the Bald-headed Man’s feet as if showing off. The bags hit the ground with a dull ’thud’ that was exceptionally clear in the silent night.

The two black bags lay quietly on the dusty ground. Inside was the harvest they had traded a whole day of risk and fear for.

The Bald-headed Man looked at these two bags, then at the Bald Man’s ’claiming credit’ expression. The heart that had been hanging in his throat finally dropped heavily back into his stomach, but following that was an even more urgent curiosity and desire for the contents of the bags.

He licked his cracked lips, bent down, and was about to pull the zipper of a bag.

The zipper was pulled open a crack with a ’zip.’ By the hazy moonlight and the thin light from distant streetlamps, the Bald-headed Man’s eyes stared fixedly inside—stacks of neatly bundled red banknotes, shimmering with the tempting luster of ink, tightly filled the interior of the backpack.

That familiar color and thickness were like a shot of adrenaline, instantly dispelling all his unease and fatigue.

But he didn’t pounce on them to count like a hungry wolf. Instead, he extremely cautiously and quickly pulled the zipper shut again with a faint ’shh’ sound.

He stood up holding the bags. He didn’t check the money immediately; instead, like a startled fox, he pricked up his ears, squinted his eyes, and tensely looked back and forth at the vast night and wild grass behind the Bald Man. He lowered his voice and asked again: “No one really followed you? You shook off any tails?”

“Don’t worry, Brother-in-law! They definitely couldn’t keep up!”

The Bald Man patted his chest, his face carrying the pride of having completed a highly difficult task.

“I even got myself dizzy wandering around the city! I switched buses seven times, taking whichever route had fewer people and more turns. After getting off, I specifically picked those winding small alleys without cameras to duck into. I even went into two big malls, entering from one side and coming out the other. My clothes almost got ruined from all the scraping.”