Chapter 42: A Savior on the Road

  At this moment, Tang Feng was still unaware of these things. He let the farmer and his younger brother go as agreed, but only after disabling the farmer's limbs. This lifetime, the farmer would never be able to mix with the underworld again.

  Two men carrying bags full of cash walked down the street, seeing police cars speeding by everywhere, and pedestrians on the street were also in a hurry. Guan Zhiyong furrowed his brow and said, "Boss, didn't something big happen on their side?"

  Tang Feng said, "He wouldn't do that, if something big happened he would definitely call me." As he spoke, Tang Feng pulled out his phone from his pocket and saw that it was turned off, his face changed greatly as he turned to look at Guan Zhiyong.

  Kwong Chi-yung hastily searched his body for his mobile phone but couldn't find it. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly realized and said: "Earlier, earlier I dropped it in Hong Kong."

  "Damn it." Tang Feng cursed under his breath and dragged Guan Zhiyong towards a small roadside shop.

  "Damn it, answer the phone!" Xu Qiang's phone had been ringing for a long time without anyone answering, and Tang Feng and Guan Zhiyong's hearts were all in their throats.

  Just as the two were about to give up hope, a voice came from the other end of the phone: "Damn it, who is it again?"

  "How's your left hand?" Tang Feng asked.

  "Lao, Lao Da, what's going on? You and Ci Dao ran off somewhere? One phone is turned off and the other isn't answering. Hurry to the training field, today's matter has blown up big time. We'll talk when you get here." Xu Qiang said urgently.

  Tang Feng hung up the phone, pulled out 10 yuan from his pocket and threw it on the table, then dragged Guan Zhiyong out of the door to hail a taxi and head to the training ground.

  There were police everywhere on the street, and the taxi had just driven out for less than 500 meters before being stopped by a police car.

  Guan Zhiyong tightened the two bags beside him, which contained firearms and money "collected" from farmers. If the police were to discover them, he and Tang Feng would be finished.

  A young policeman in uniform with a handsome face walked to the side of the car, knocked on the window and after the driver rolled down the window asked: "The person behind got on from where?"

  "Beishan Road, buddy, what's going on? I just got in the car and don't know what's happening. Is some big shot coming or something?" The driver actually thought it was because of a big shot that the police were checking, unbelievable, he had no idea what happened all night, the TV station had broadcasted several times already and he still didn't know anything.

  "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, got it?" The police officer gave the driver a white eye and turned to come to the rear car door.

  He tapped on the glass and the policeman said, "ID card."

  Tang Feng pretended to pat himself and said with embarrassment, "Oh dear, I'm really sorry about this. When I went out, I didn't think I'd run into a check, so I didn't bring it."

  "Home address." The police officer asked again, taking out a small notebook and jotting something down.

  "Haihu Garden." Tang Feng casually mentioned a name, he didn't even know where this neighborhood was, only saw it on TV two days ago and just blurted it out.

  "Haihu Garden? That's in the western suburbs, how did you end up driving on Beishan Road?" the policeman asked in puzzlement.

  Tang Feng smiled and said, "We're here to have fun in the southern district."

  "What's going on? Every entertainment venue in the entire southern district has had an incident tonight, where were you guys playing?" The police officer's hand was already resting on his gun at his waist.

  "Hey, are you going to interfere with everything we do?" Tang Feng said somewhat annoyed, this cop was really like a sticky candy.

  The police took a look at the two of them and suddenly saw the bag next to them, pulled out their guns and pointed at the two: "Open the bag, what's inside?"

  Tang Feng and Guan Zhiyong's faces suddenly changed, but they still argued: "Nothing, just some clothes and things, nothing to see."

  The police officer sneered and said, "You're going out to have fun but still wearing clothes? Get out of the car."

  The two of them had no choice but to obediently get off the bus.

  "Put your hand on your head."

  After seeing the two men's actions, the police officer pointed his gun at them while preparing to retrieve the bag.

  Just as the two were in despair, Tang Feng heard the voice of a savior.

  "What's going on?" A man in his 50s walked up to the car.

  As soon as the policeman saw the newcomer, he stood up straight and saluted: "Report to Director Wang, I found that these two people's behavior is suspicious, their words are evasive, I suspect they have a problem, and was just about to check their personal belongings."

  "Huh?" Wang Ju looked at the two of them.

  Tang Feng felt a sense of relief in his heart, thinking to himself that he wasn't usually this lucky. He put down his hand and smiled, saying: "Uncle Wang, haha, are you okay?" Tang Feng intentionally called Wang Ju "Uncle Wang", which not only made it seem like their relationship was extraordinary but also didn't arouse suspicion about Wang Ju.

  Director Wang was taken aback, but he had been in the official circle for so long that he quickly reacted and warmly patted Tang Feng's shoulder, saying: "Ah, little... ah, Godson! How come it's you? Your aunt was just mentioning today how you haven't gone home to play." Only then did Director Wang realize what title he should use. He only knew that this young man's nickname was Death God, and he couldn't possibly call him Little Death.

  "Haha, isn't this a busy affair? When I have time, I will definitely go visit you and Auntie." Tang Feng said.

  "That's good, it's getting late now, you and your friend leave quickly, recently XA has been quite chaotic, be careful." The last few words were emphasized by Director Wang.

  "Well, I see. I'll go back now, but this brother just said he wants to check my bag, so let's wait until he finishes checking before leaving." Tang Feng said intentionally.

  "Never mind, since he's Director Wang's relative, there's definitely no problem. You can go now. It's chaotic outside, try not to go out at night." The handsome young policeman suddenly became enthusiastic and said with a change of attitude.

  Tang Feng and Guan Zhiyong naturally wouldn't be polite, waving at Wang Ju, they got into the car.

  "Alright, kiddo. Why don't you come over to my place tomorrow afternoon? I happen to have something very important to discuss with you." Wang Ju said meaningfully.

  Nodding his head, Tang Feng instructed the driver to continue heading towards the training ground.

  As the car started moving, both of them let out a sigh at the same time. Even Guan Zhiyong, who was usually calm and collected, wiped away the cold sweat from his forehead and said in a low voice, "This is really incredible."

  The two rushed to the training ground and were shocked by what they saw in front of them.

  All that can be seen is the dormitory building hall, where people are lying all over the floor, wailing and screaming. Those with slightly lighter injuries are sitting on the periphery, some smoking, others crying, but not a single one speaking.

  "Boss." As soon as Tang Feng came in, Wang Sheng and Xu Qiang saw him and hurried over to his side.

  "What's going on?" Tang Feng's face was unusually calm, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with himself.

  "We didn't know either. We went to the mourning hall in batches, and at first everything was fine, but later on, several of our batches were attacked," said Wang Sheng with his head lowered.

  "How many casualties?" Tang Feng asked.

  Wang Sheng looked at Xu Qiang and said in a low voice: "Twenty-nine are dead, the rest of our brothers are more or less injured."