"It was Chen Feng from the Xingfeng Sect who did it. This man is a hidden innate master! He killed the second in command with just one move."
The bandit henchman reported in horror while lying on the ground.
Innate masters, this kind of existence is what he looks up to.
His own boss made him tremble with fear, and he knew very well what an innate master meant.
"It was that strange man, he is actually innate?"
The reason why He Sandao called Chen Feng a strange man was because when he first saw Chen Feng coming to pay tribute, Chen Feng did not have long hair and wore strange clothes, which made him look very different.
He did instruct Wu Xiong to go to the Xingfeng Sect when he was free and ask Chen Feng if he really had the method of refining weapons.
In fact, He Sandao did not believe the rumor that Chen Feng possessed the immortal's method of refining weapons.
The immortal's method was probably only possessed by the royal family in the entire Yue Kingdom.
He only sent Wu Xiong to check it out.
"Boss, according to the report from the spies of Xingfeng Sect, Chen Feng is suspected to be a descendant of a big family ."
The bandit henchmen began to tell the news reported by the spies of Xingfeng Sect.
"Big family, going out for training."
He Sandao frowned.
The town closest to Hengduan Mountain is Liuyang Town. There are indeed several big families in the town with innate masters.
But Chen Feng looked only in his early twenties.
Such a young innate could not be from Liuyang Town.
He Sandao had never heard of a twenty-year-old innate.
Only he knew how difficult it was to cultivate to the innate level.
If he had not obtained the Blood Demon Sword Technique, he would not have reached the innate level in this lifetime.
But even with the innate skills, it took him decades of practice to reach the innate realm.
"Where is the second brother's body? Did you bring it back?" He Sandao wanted to see the body.
He would know if the other party was an innate master by looking at the body.
When the innate master kills the enemy, there will be a residual breath.
The bandit henchman shook his head.
"The body hasn't been brought back yet; it should still be at the Xingfeng Gate."
He Sandao said coldly,
"Send someone to keep an eye on the Xingfeng Gate. I'm going out for a bit."
He Sandao wasn't going out to cause trouble for Chen Feng
. He wouldn't act rashly without first confirming the man's identity.
He planned to ask a few friends if there was a martial arts family with the surname Chen in Yue.
If such a family existed, he would go and apologize to Chen Feng. At worst, he would give Hengduan Mountain to Chen Feng and take his men away.
But if not... He Sandao's face took on a ruthless look.
Seeing the look on He Sandao's face, the bandit henchman trembled with fear.
He had personally witnessed the brothers who had served with the headmaster being drained of blood to death for angering him.
"I'll immediately arrange for someone to keep an eye on them, but those brothers who have returned are kneeling outside to apologize. What should we do with them?" the bandit henchman said.
He Sandao touched the blood-red long sword beside him and said,
"Old Two is dead. They shouldn't have come back alive. Take my sword and chop off their heads. Remember to suck all the blood!"
In the real world, inside a warehouse room, Chen Feng emerged from the scroll.
He checked everything in the room and, after confirming that no one had entered, shut down the conveyor belt.
He then moved it slightly.
If someone else saw the conveyor belt facing a scroll, they would definitely notice something was wrong.
After packing up everything, Chen Feng walked out of the warehouse.
As soon as he stepped out of the warehouse door, the female secretary hurried over in high heels.
"Boss, I finally found you. I couldn't get through to you on the phone."
The female secretary panted heavily, her chest heaving.
She had searched the entire factory but couldn't find Chen Feng.
"My phone's dead. What's wrong?"
Chen Feng wouldn't bring a phone with him to the scroll world, and it wouldn't work anyway.
"It's Mr. Zhang from the automaker Group who came in person. He wants to discuss cooperation with you."
The female secretary briefly explained the situation.
Mr. Zhang's name was Zhang Dong, the general manager of a Chinese automaker.
He had spoken to Chen Feng several times before. He had even called this morning to place an order, but Chen Feng had declined.
The general manager of a publicly listed automaker was a significant figure in the business world.
He had actually come to his small factory in person.
"Where is he? Take me there."
Chen Feng had already roughly guessed Zhang Dong's purpose.
Soon, the secretary led Chen Feng to the factory office.
Upon entering, Chen Feng saw a middle-aged man in a suit pacing back and forth.
Upon noticing someone enter, he immediately looked up and his eyes fell on Chen Feng.
"Are you Mr. Chen?"
Zhang Dong had never met Chen Feng in person, having only spoken with him on the phone.
"Yes, it's me. Why did Mr. Zhang come in person?"
Chen Feng greeted politely.
Hearing the familiar voice, Zhang Dong immediately confirmed it was Chen Feng.
He immediately smiled and greeted him, shaking Chen Feng's hand tightly.
"Boss Chen, you're finally back! I was so anxious!"
"Mr. Zhang, take a seat." Chen Feng gestured for Zhang Dong to sit down. After all, he was his client, so he had to be polite.
Zhang Dong waved his hand.
"I don't have time to sit down right now. Our production workshop urgently needs your Yanyang Iron."
Chen Feng said helplessly.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, but we've been very busy lately, and with a shortage of raw materials, we can't fulfill your order."
Zhang Dong immediately said,
"Boss Chen, you may not know this, but our chairman has issued an order. From today on, all of our newest Chinese trams will be made entirely of metal produced by your factory!"
"My group will sign a long-term cooperation agreement with you!"
"As for the raw material shortage, Mr. Chen, that's not a problem. I can pay you a 50% deposit!"
Zhang Dong's words didn't surprise Chen Feng.
Instead, the female secretary beside him was stunned.
She had seen the contract Zhang Dong had brought with her. It was worth 60 million yuan.
Paying half the money upfront would mean 30 million yuan.
Chen Feng didn't agree to Zhang Dong's offer, but instead asked,
"As far as I know, our Yanyang Iron is only used in your latest tram. Your new tram has only been released for less than five days. Is there such a huge demand?"
Zhang Dong then smiled and said,
"Boss Chen, you should have seen the recent news. Our new tram collided with a large truck on the highway. Not only were the people on board unharmed, but the damage to the tram itself was minimal!"
"That tram was made of your factory's Yanyang Iron. Because of this incident, our orders for new cars have reached 30,000 in just one day."
Zhang Dong's face was filled with excitement.
But Chen Feng's expression was a little grim.
He asked again,
"Have any official personnel visited your production workshop recently?"
Zhang Dong answered without hesitation.
"Yes, several professors of basic materials science came and took some car body samples back. But Boss Chen, your Yanyang Iron has a patent, so there's nothing to worry about."
"They're just going through the motions, after all, the news was so big."
Chen Feng was speechless upon hearing Zhang Dong's words.
His patent was just a facade, a fake certificate he'd spent tens of thousands of yuan on.
If they were investigated, it would definitely be exposed.
Just then, a commotion erupted outside the office, and the door flew open.
Several factory security guards stood outside.
Among them, two young men with crew cuts caught everyone's attention.
Both wore black suits and white shirts, with red badges adorning their chests.
The guards all looked a little uneasy, almost shocked.
One of them pulled out his ID.
"National Security Bureau investigation. Which one is Chen Feng?" the young man's voice was serious, completely devoid of emotion.
(End of Chapter)