To be targeted like this and still have to endure it, that's not Chu Feng's style.
Even his manner of death had been arranged in advance by others, whether it was due to electrocution or turning into charcoal from a fire, even his death would be so humiliating.
If he hadn't mastered the Nine Styles Fist Technique, his end would have been pitiable.
The communicator connected, transmitting a woman's voice.
At night, stars dotted the sky.
Chu Feng stood in the tranquil fruit orchard, showing an expression of surprise. This was definitely not Lin Nuoyi. At this moment, all was quiet, very peaceful, and he heard it clearly.
Did I get the wrong person? He lowered his head, looking carefully again and again, no mistake, it was Lin Nuoyi's communication number, but how could it be someone else's voice?
"I'm looking for Lin Nuoyi," he said calmly.
"Chu Feng, from Mount Taihang?" Obviously, the woman on the other end noticed the name on the communicator and confirmed his identity.
"Yes!" Chu Feng replied.
"You're at Qingyang Town, right? That place is somewhat remote, but it's very serene, far from the hustle and bustle of big cities, it's a good place. With effort, you can achieve something, much better than Jiangning City here," the woman spoke nonchalantly.
Chu Feng frowned; what did this woman mean, who was she? Though her words were light, they carried a deeper meaning.
By mentioning Qingyang as just a small town at the foot of Mount Taihang and Jiangning as a bustling metropolis, comparing them subtly, was she hinting at him?
But Chu Feng remained calm, merely stating that he had some matters to discuss with Lin Nuoyi.
"Nuoyi has been very busy lately. There are many important matters at Tian Shen Biotech waiting for her to handle. People close to her know this, so they haven't disturbed her recently," the woman's voice on the other end of the communicator was gentle.
Chu Feng was surprised; this was a powerful woman, seemingly gentle, speaking naturally and casually, but depending on how one interpreted it, it held deep meanings.
Her previous words highlighted Lin Nuoyi's status and hinted at the circle of people close to her, spoken naturally yet flawlessly, hiding sharpness within.
Chu Feng guessed that this woman was close to Lin Nuoyi; otherwise, how could she access her communicator? He didn't argue, maintaining a calm demeanor.
Afterward, Chu Feng smiled and apologized before ending the call.
He put down the communicator, deciding to try again later. Lin Nuoyi's communicator couldn't always be in this woman's hands.
This matter was unexpected, failing to contact Lin Nuoyi, encountering such a woman, what exactly was her relationship with Lin Nuoyi?
It was hard to judge her age just from her voice, possibly a young woman in her twenties or a lady in her thirties or forties.
An hour later, Chu Feng dialed Lin Nuoyi's communicator again.
From the other end came a lazy, pleasant-sounding woman's voice, "Why are you calling again?"
Chu Feng felt helpless; why was it still her?
"You'd better stop contacting Nuoyi, she's very busy, with no time. One should have self-awareness!" This time, the woman's words were more direct, carrying a hint of arrogance.
"You worry too much, I just have some matters to discuss with her face-to-face," Chu Feng remained calm.
"Some matters need not be pursued, there won't be any results. Do you understand me? Be realistic, live well in Qingyang Town, it suits you," the woman's voice showed slight indifference, clearly losing patience, speaking less tactfully.
"It seems misunderstandings have deepened," Chu Feng's words were brief, though he said so, he didn't intend to explain.
"There's no misunderstanding. Don't come bothering Nuoyi anymore. She has her life, you have your world, belonging to different worlds, take care! If you insist on pursuing, unpredictable events may occur. Maybe you don't understand now, but I think you'll soon find out." The woman's voice turned cold.
Hearing this, Chu Feng's heart stirred, speaking casually, "Actually, you're overthinking it. I wanted to tell Nuoyi about a strange incident."
"Oh, what happened? You can tell me, I'll pass it along." The woman seemed slightly surprised.
"Today, a large bat fell outside my courtyard, covered in blood." Saying this, he stopped, listening attentively to the reaction on the other end.
Sure enough, the woman appeared startled, seemingly sitting up abruptly from bed, and then fell silent, no longer making a sound.
After a while, she calmly asked, "Such a boring matter, is that what you wanted to inform?"
"That large bat, although severely injured, wasn't friendly towards me. It seemed he either belonged to Tian Shen Biotech or had connections," Chu Feng spoke unhurriedly.
There was another brief silence. When the woman spoke again, her voice softened slightly, "Since he has some connection with Tian Shen Biotech, you should help him, he can't have any mishaps."
Chu Feng's gaze grew cold; this woman knew the man with demon wings!
"Why should I help him? Although I don't know why he was injured, he was unfriendly to me, seeming intent on killing me," he said.
"You..." The woman became angry, unable to remain composed at this point, feeling indignant.
"I warn you, if anything happens to him, you won't have a good outcome!" The woman straightforwardly threatened.
Chu Feng pondered; it seemed the man with demon wings was quite skilled, not someone easily discarded, worth her protection.
Recalling carefully, that handsome man indeed possessed formidable strength. If not for his bull-like roar, dealing with him would have been troublesome.
That man, with demonic wings spreading across the sky, spitting black ripples indiscriminately, killing everything within range, even breaking stone ground, truly had extraordinary power.
"What does it matter to me? He was dying anyway, probably wouldn't last a day or two." Saying this, Chu Feng glanced at the two wounded strangers lying far away.
"Someone will pick him up, you just need to provide basic first aid, nothing more!" The woman's voice was cold, then she ended the call.
Chu Feng put down the communicator, a sneer appearing on his lips. He sensed something, fearing them?
He fetched chains, tying up the two seriously wounded strangers tightly, tossing them into the courtyard, ignoring them, and went back to sleep.
The night was very peaceful, no one came.
Until noon, after Chu Feng and the yellow cow finished their meal, someone arrived, barging straight into the courtyard.
"You must be Chu Feng, where are the people?" This was a man in his thirties, with a slightly dark complexion, medium build, exuding a strong presence, eyes glaring.
"I am Chu Feng. Look, aren't they there?" Chu Feng pointed to the corner of the courtyard wall.
Seeing the two bound strangers, bloodstained and unconscious, the man frowned, then sharply turned to look at Chu Feng, eyes cold.
"This isn't my fault. Clearly injured, they still looked like they wanted to kill me. Who wouldn't fear such monsters? I could only muster the courage to tie them up," Chu Feng shrugged, looking helpless.
"Alright, I'll take them. As for you, died in a fire!" The middle-aged man said, charging forward with a fierce punch aimed at Chu Feng's temple, intending to kill him.
Chu Feng's face was cold, feet rooted to the ground, right hand forming a fist seal, actively meeting the punch.
"Ahhh..."
The middle-aged man screamed, body flying sideways, his fist shattered, arm twisted and deformed, as if struck by a mountain, the entire arm damaged.
"You... indeed have something unusual, attack!" He roared.
At the same time, several gun barrels appeared on the courtyard walls, equipped with silencers, lethal weapons, firing bullets together at Chu Feng.
However, after mastering the Nine Styles Fist Technique, Chu Feng's instincts activated, allowing him to predict danger and dodge, his speed incredibly fast, leaping out of the courtyard.
Bang bang bang...
Punch after punch, four gunmen were hit, bones cracking, blood spurting from their mouths, bodies flying, all collapsing to the ground.
"You..."
The middle-aged man was stunned, spewing a white light from his mouth, like spider silk, entangling towards Chu Feng, extremely bizarre.
Chu Feng dodged, while the man's body swelled, joints shifting continuously, growing several pairs of spider legs, dark, hard, shimmering with a metallic luster.
He resembled a giant black spider, spitting threads, fiercely charging towards Chu Feng, those dark spider legs leaving deep marks on the ground, slicing through stones directly, creating a horrifying scene.
Buzz!
The air seemed to hum lightly. After charging over, several spider legs stretched taut, stabbing towards Chu Feng's body, akin to several black spears, immensely sharp.
Crack!
Unfortunately, after Chu Feng condensed the ultimate divine form of the Bull Demon Fist, he formed a fist seal, snapping several spider legs like black gold, punching straight through the man's chest, creating a shocking bloody hole.
The middle-aged man screamed, falling to the ground, unable to rise again.
Chu Feng remained very calm, looking at them. Despite their severe injuries, they were still tied up by him.
"Yellow Cow, drag them into the wilderness," Chu Feng said.
The yellow cow tilted its neck, indicating it wouldn't go!
"That woman and the man with demon wings dug up the pit you buried yesterday, discovering your secret," Chu Feng said.
Upon hearing these words, the yellow cow's fur bristled, golden hairs nearly standing upright, enraged, as if its most hidden secret had been exposed, furious.
"Don't blame me, they dug it up. If you don't believe me, interrogate them yourself. Otherwise, why did that woman vomit after seeing you?" Chu Feng said.
The yellow cow's face changed color, almost purple, akin to congestion. Its privacy exposed, it was furious.
After some fuss, it decisively dragged away the group, running straight into the mountains.
"How scary, isn't it just being discovered while solving personal issues? Is it necessary to be so enraged, to kill and silence?" Chu Feng muttered.
He realized the yellow cow cared deeply, especially disliking others prying. He decided never to mention the cow dung incident again.
Those people were tied together and dragged away by the yellow cow in one breath.
When it returned, Chu Feng asked about the result.
The yellow cow seemed to have calmed down, covering its eyes with a hoof, mooing several times, indicating the outcome was too cruel, it couldn't bear to watch.
Chu Feng was speechless; obviously, you threw them into the mountains, what cruelty!
In the evening, after practicing boxing, taking a hot shower, Chu Feng read a book in his room.
This time, he didn't try to contact Lin Nuoyi or that woman.
Soon, the communicator rang, the other party initiating the call. He didn't answer, continuing to read, engrossed.
After a while, when the communicator rang again, he finally answered.
It was still that woman, her voice slightly higher, asking if Chu Feng had seen anyone rescue the man with demon wings.
"Yes, this time, I saw a human-shaped giant spider fall from the sky, almost crashing to death at my doorstep," Chu Feng replied calmly.