Boss Yang still feels frightened when he thinks of the fierce and evil looks in the eyes of the three bald men.
He has seen countless people and knows that only murderers have this kind of look, which shows indifference to life.
He also remembered the scene when the sharp dagger pierced their chests and the blood spurted out, which made him feel nauseous from the bottom of his heart and his stomach twitched.
He had been in the society for so many years and knew that those ancient martial arts sects would take revenge without mercy and their means of revenge were cruel and brutal. He had only heard about it from others before, but today he saw it with his own eyes.
Although the people were not killed by themselves, it was caused by their own people in their own woodworking factory because they refused to accept their firewood.
Those ancient martial arts sects act treacherously and will not listen to reason with themselves. They will put all the blame on themselves.
Thinking of this, Boss Yang and Lao Zhou's faces changed and they became a little scared.
It was because of this phone call that their warm and joyful drinking atmosphere was completely destroyed.
What a disappointing call.
Boss Yang was clearly worried about being retaliated against. Ye Feng smiled and said, "Don't worry. Section Chief Zhang just said that he will quickly find the accomplices of these guys."
Boss Yang sighed, "If they are accomplices, it's nothing, but from the tone of their voice on the phone, they have a master. This is an ancient martial arts sect, much more dangerous than a criminal gang. What should we do?"
Old Zhou looked at Ye Feng. He had some words in his heart for a long time. Under the influence of alcohol and familiarity with Ye Feng, he asked boldly.
He lowered his voice, not wanting Ye Feng to feel it was too sudden: "Brother Ye, I heard that you are also an ancient warrior?"
Ye Feng did not deny it and smiled: "Yes, I am an ancient warrior."
Boss Yang looked at Ye Feng in surprise. He couldn't believe that Ye Feng, who looked so gentle and refined, could be an ancient martial artist.
He interjected with great interest: "I heard that ancient warriors have different levels. I wonder which level Mr. Ye is in?"
Ye Feng laughed: "My level? I don't have a level. I am outside the Three Realms and not in the Five Elements."
There is actually no level. Although I suspect Ye Feng is a bit too modest, Ye Feng is at most in his early twenties. He is very young and does not seem to have much cultivation.
In the imagination of Boss Yang and Lao Zhou, those ancient martial artists who look like immortals and are extremely old are the most powerful characters.
Boss Yang looked a little disappointed. "What about your master? I heard that ancient martial arts sects are very mysterious."
If one's personal cultivation is not good, but he joins a very prestigious sect, he can also scare those gangsters away.
But Ye Feng's answer disappointed them again.
Ye Feng was telling the truth: "I don't have a master. I am self-taught, just like the self-taught type in martial arts novels."
A young ancient martial artist without a master can definitely not be relied upon.
Ye Feng picked up the wine bowl: "Boss Yang, Brother Zhou, let's have a drink and don't think about what happened just now. Give me this phone. It's not good to keep it with you."
Boss Yang was eager to give the phone to Ye Feng. Even if he didn't give it to Ye Feng, he planned to throw the phone away. He didn't dare to take the relics of a disciple of an ancient martial arts sect.
With their worries, Boss Yang and Lao Zhou could neither eat nor drink much. After drinking for another ten minutes, Boss Yang said he felt a little drunk and couldn't drink anymore.
Of the three pounds of Yili Laojiao wine, one pound was left, and most of the dishes on the table were left over.
The wine can be stored and you can drink it next time you come to drink. Boss Yang comes almost twice a week, and the leftover food can be packed up and taken back to the factory cafeteria to eat in the evening.
Boss Yang smiled and said to Ye Feng, "We'll stop here today. When Brother Zhou and Mr. Ye pick up another hundred boxes tomorrow, we'll have a couple more drinks."
Ye Feng, Lao Zhou and Boss Yang said goodbye: "Okay, then we'll take our leave."
After the guests came back to the inn, Ye Feng smiled and said, "Brother Zhou, you go back to Death Valley first. I have something to deal with. I will go back directly after I finish it."
"OK."
When Lao Zhou got back to the car, he felt a little strange. He and Ye Feng came out to buy wooden boxes, but now they didn't see any wooden boxes. How could they report to Lu Dayou when they go back
Never mind, since Ye Feng said that he could send the wooden box to Death Valley by whistling and performing a magic trick, I had no choice but to believe him.
Ye Feng took out the mobile phone left behind by a disciple of Tianquan Sect and found the phone number of the senior brother he had just met.
He called Mike Wang and smiled, "Our little hacker, what am I busy with?"
Mike Wang's excited voice came from the other end of the phone, and he seemed to be full of infinite energy.
"Brother Ye, ha, I'm working hard to make money."
Hearing that he was working hard to make money, Ye Feng thought that Mike Wang was working to earn money. Mike Wang was still a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, just the right age to go to school.
He asked in confusion, "Work hard to make money. Are you working now? Are you not studying anymore?"
Mike Wang's childish laughter came from the phone: "Haha, I'm not working. I'm trying to attack the FBI server. The hacker community has issued a bounty order. Whoever can break into the third-level kernel of the FBI firewall will be rewarded with one million US dollars. It took me two days to break into the second-level kernel, and I'm now hacking into their third-level kernel."
Ye Feng smiled: "This kid is really amazing. He dares to attack the FBI's firewall."
"Dear Brother Ye, what do you want to talk to me about?"
"It's a small matter. If you don't have time, forget it."
"You tell me first."
"Can you help me locate a phone number? That would be complicated, wouldn't it? Would it take up too much of your time?"
Mike Wang's disdainful voice came: "Locate the phone, ha, I thought it was something else, send me the phone number, I'll ask my assistant to help you locate it, and then send you the location when it's done."
Ye Feng felt relieved after hearing what King Mike said. It was with the help of King Mike's locating cell phone that he found Dong Yu last time. With his help, the disciples of Tianquan Sect would not be able to hide no matter how hard they tried.
Ye Feng smiled: "Little guy, I didn't realize you have an assistant?"
Mike Wang's confident voice came from the other end of the phone: "Don't look down on me. I'm a world-class hacker. There are many people in the hacker world who admire me and want to be my assistant."
Ye Feng sent the senior brother's phone number, and two minutes later, King Mike sent a positioning program.
The positioning program showed that the eldest brother's cell phone was in the woods on the western outskirts of Yudu. A small red dot was constantly flashing, and it was more than 20 kilometers away from Ye Feng.
Ye Feng secretly admired that Mike Wang was really an amazing guy and he was able to locate the opponent's position so quickly.
He also discovered that in the positioning program, his own position was also a small red dot that kept flashing. King Mike not only located the position of his senior brother, but also located his own position.
Ye Feng secretly felt lucky that he didn't have a hacker girlfriend, otherwise he would have no secrets at all.
End of this chapter