Chapter 276 - Chances Of Survival

It was a long journey, switching planes and fake identities. Feng Xuan barely slept through the series of flights. They could not afford to stay in one place for so long as they might be spotted and recognized. After about half a day, they arrived in Africa in the morning.

As they were cramped on time, they all had breakfast on the last plane they got on and got into the car that would bring them to their base there—which was not really a base but a rented house.

"Everyone okay back in Chengshi?" was the first question that Qing Chen asked when they were finally face-to-face with Clown who had been holding the fort for them.

"Yes, sir. Shao Fang called me last night when they got home. Everything is good."

Qing Chen got a phone from the table and tossed it to Qing Lok who fumbled on catching it. "Twenty-second phone call. Go."

"What am I supposed to say to her for twenty seconds?!" Qing Lok knew he was being unreasonable but he could not stop his temper.

"Just ask her if she's still alive and breathing. Is there anything else you could ask for?"

Feng Xuan got inside the room and found the lot of the weapons on the tables and on the floor. "What time are we leaving?"

"As soon as the sun sets," Qing Chen said. "We can sleep for a short while, but I highly doubt we'd be able to." He turned to the maps on the wall and studied them. 

Wuming was as chill as ever and lounged on the couch. "Wake me up about an hour before we leave. We're going to do some stretchings."

Feng Xuan would not be able to fight if she didn't have the energy so she went to an empty room and ignored the noise from downstairs. Qing Chen would surely be able to manage everything perfectly. He had gotten them this far.

She went to bed, twisted and turned a lot of times before sleep finally took her. She was awakened by a gentle shake on her shoulder.

"Is it time?" she asked her husband.

"Yes," he answered grimly. "You should take a shower so you could wake your senses."

Feng Xuan felt refreshed in the bathroom and once she was done, she took the phone and dialed her father's number. It rang a few times before it was answered.

"I don't have much time," she quickly said. "I just want you to know that whatever happens tonight…" she hadn't really thought about what she was going to say so the words just died in her mouth.

Feng Lizhao seemed to get it already. She heard him sigh. "I know, daughter."

There were no other words left to be said other than: "I love you, Father."

"And I you. I'll pray for your safe return."

Then she dropped the call, her heart quenching. She got into the suit that was given to her. It was latex that made her feel like she was a protagonist in some fantasy movie. It was a shock to her how comfortable it felt to wear. It wasn't too tight that it would hinder her movements.

But she was so conscious of how it felt like a second skin. She shook her head, her body shape was the last thing that should be on her mind now. The important thing was, this outfit was going to help her move and that it was light.

No one even seemed to notice her when she got down the stairs while tying her hair in a braid. She used double bands to make sure that it would not get out of place.

Qing Chen handed her a lot of knives and daggers and a pair of short swords.

"No guns?" she asked.

He shook his head. "There are plenty in the battlefield."

Just right before they left, Wuming gathered them all in the living room and directed them into a few stretching movements. Feng Xuan's joints and muscles ached but she felt relieved afterwards. Everyone was wearing the same thick material as her bodysuit. 

"Are you going to make a speech?" asked Feng Xuan when they were getting the last of the items they needed.

For the first time today, Qing Chen smiled. "We don't really do that here. It's like saying goodbye. Well, I'm not here to say goodbye to them. I'm here so we could get our victory."

Finally, everyone stopped in motion for a short second and Qing Chen only said two words. "Let's go!"

And everyone filed out of the house and into the different cars.

**

Thirty minutes later, the sun already set and Qing Chen, Feng Xuan, and Wuming were in another plane's runway.

"You really had to put Lok in the car?" Wuming asked right after the plane took off.

Feng Xuan strapped the parachute to her body, listening to the brother's talk.

"Us three have the least chance of survival. There has to be a Qing heir left in this world," Qing Chen answered. "He had to stay."

"But you're fine putting your wife in the same place as you?"

Feng Xuan laughed before Qing Chen could answer. "I don't want to be anywhere else."

**

It was a bumpy ride on the plane that made Feng Xuan clutch on the handlebar in nervousness. The distraction had already been set. Qing Chen assigned a small team to create a fake forest fire and that would be their cover. 

"Are you okay?" Qing Chen asked from beside her.

"Tell me, are we going to die today?"

"No," he answered. "No, we're not."

"How can you say that?"

"Because I believe in you."

Feng Xuan pursed her lips. "Chances of survival?"

Qing Chen was quiet for a moment, thinking. "Around thirty, I guess."

"Hey couple," said Wuming, checking the straps on his body. "You're getting mushy. I'm going first." Then he opened the door of the plane and jumped out.