224: Chapter 224 The Tragic Fat Mountain

Song City, Hot-Blooded Arena.

It was as lively and boisterous as ever.

Phantom Fox stood in the crowd, watching match after match, even getting blood spatters on his clothes, yet he couldn't find a shred of interest.

He looked up at the private box; the figure of Fei Shan had already vanished.

He downed the strong liquor in his glass and sauntered toward the door.

However, once he stepped outside, he vanished into the darkness like a ghost.

He circled to the back of the Hot-Blooded Mansion, looked up, shed his jacket to reveal a black outfit underneath, and swiftly climbed up a pipe.

Upon reaching the top floor, he paused to listen intently. Only after confirming he heard Fei Shan's voice and heavy footsteps did he continue his slow ascent.

But just as he was about to approach Fei Shan's window, several red dots suddenly appeared on his body, and at the same time, a piercing alarm sounded from within the room.

Phantom Fox exclaimed in his heart, "What the hell?"

Then, he immediately leaped up and flashed through the broken window.

Fei Shan had just turned off the lights and gotten into bed, not yet asleep, when he heard the alarm sound.

However, before he could even get up, a dark shadow pressed a cold blade against his throat.

From the speed of the attacker's movements, he immediately judged that this was definitely an expert he couldn't afford to provoke; if he made a sound, he would lose his life.

But the man chuckled and asked, "Fatty Fei, you're doing well for yourself. Your brain seems sharper than it used to be, knowing to install alarm devices on the outer wall."

Fei Shan felt the voice was very familiar. He racked his brain, then suddenly blurted out.

"You are... Officer Hu!"

Phantom Fox chuckled twice more, gently patted his large face, and then sheathed his blade.

"Not bad. Fifteen years later, and you still recognize me."

"Aren't you in prison..."

"People are coming from outside. Let them go first, then we can chat slowly."

Sure enough, a subordinate's inquiry soon came from outside, "Brother Shan! Have you rested? We heard the alarm sound here, are you alright?"

Fei Shan immediately responded loudly, "It's nothing! I triggered it by accident. You guys go back down!"

The subordinate outside acknowledged, and soon there was silence.

Fei Shan quickly threw on his pajamas, invited Phantom Fox to sit on the sofa in the outer room, and brewed a pot of hot tea for him.

"Officer Hu, how did you get out?"

"The Wei Family wants me to come out and kill someone."

"Oh."

"And you?"

"I... am also working for the Wei Family. This place is actually a property of the Wei Family."

"Heh, I thought as much."

Phantom Fox chuckled softly and sipped the tea.

A look of shame appeared on Fei Shan's face, and for a moment, he couldn't speak.

Phantom Fox set down his cup and sighed softly, "Twenty years ago, we were all in our prime, feeling that this country could be revived. But in the blink of an eye, we've both ended up like this."

"You're different from me. Back then, it was because the imperial treasury was tight, resulting in many brothers in the army not receiving pensions after dying in battle, which is why you did those things."

Fei Shan smiled bitterly, "Back when I followed Officer Hu and the Six Marshals, I was also once a good non-commissioned officer."

"The Six Marshals is gone, you were thrown in prison, and today... I still don't know whose hands my son is in."

"Some things have to be done."

"Indeed, some things have to be done. Actually, it's all the same." Phantom Fox sighed again, "I have no face to go see President Qi, so I have no one left to talk to."

"I just wanted to find someone I could talk to, sit down, and exchange a few words."

"If I'm still alive after finishing this job, I will leave Dongyu."

"I originally wanted to ask if you would come with me."

Fei Shan remained silent.

Phantom Fox added, "Your security is well done."

Fei Shan shook his head, "Forced by necessity. Last time I was robbed, they also came from the outer wall."

"There's such a thing? There are peers in the world with similar thinking to mine. No wonder I tripped a mine."

Phantom Fox couldn't help but laugh, looking very happy.

He picked up his cup again and downed the hot tea in one gulp. Then he took out a card from his bosom and pushed it in front of Fei Shan.

"Officer Hu, this is..."

"Ten million given by Wei Zhuang. Take it."

"I can't accept this!"

"It's not for you."

Phantom Fox pressed down on his hand as he tried to push it back, "The target is a Holy Messenger of The Sect. Even if I succeed, I don't have much hope of escaping."

"I have a woman, and a daughter, both are Hetero-blood, with one silver and one green eye. I heard from Wei Zhuang they are in Feng City, but I'm afraid I won't have the time to find them."

"Keep an eye out for me later. If you can find them, take care of them a little. Don't give them too much money; it's easy to attract trouble. It's best to let them go further away; if you can't find them, then so be it."

"Also, find a way to tell President Qi for me that Hu Fei has failed his cultivation. Give this ten million to him for me."

Fei Shan was shocked, "Officer Hu!"

"The tea is good. Thanks."

Phantom Fox finished speaking and immediately stood up, leaping out the window again. By the time Fei Shan walked to the window, there was no trace of him left.

Fei Shan was tearful, letting out extremely suppressed sobs.

But he had no idea that in his secret room, Tang Long was also dumbfounded.

Originally, Tang Long had only come to scavenge a bit.

Although the harvest today was not small, after all, a large amount of money had been spent.

For funds to formally form a cycle, he would at least have to wait for the Dragon Speakers to be more numerous and for the Super Reds to be mass-produced; otherwise, no matter how fast he earned, it wouldn't keep up with the spending.

But he never expected to run into something like this.

Just now, this Hu Fei had a blazing aura on him, clearly an extremely powerful expert; he hadn't dared to even breathe loudly.

But he didn't expect that the person this guy wanted to kill was actually himself.

That fellow Wei Zhuang really had the audacity; even after being threatened by Wei Ye, he still dared to take such a risk.

How dangerous!

In order to get into Fei Shan's little treasury, he had wasted one life.

If he had been approached by that expert without having a resurrection, it would have been quite dangerous.

Tang Long took a deep breath, his gaze returned to Fei Shan's pile of money, and then he smiled again.

This Fei Shan must be a squirrel; how could he have gathered so much money again so quickly? He wondered how much he could take.

Thinking this, he took out a vial of deep blue reagent from his pocket; the game label on it read 'Test tube containing mysterious liquid'.

Then he opened it gently and carefully dripped one drop onto the money pile.

This was the result that Lv Yang had ordered The Sect's organization to research in just one afternoon. The blood of one hundred carts of players had only yielded three vials, and Lv Yang had personally delivered them to him outside the city.

He had injected one, but it had no effect.

But he discovered that the 'conversion' effect of this reagent was actually stronger than the black potion of the Jiang Family.

As for exactly how much stronger, this was his testing ground.

He saw the money pile quickly light up layer by layer—it wasn't actually glowing, but rather the characteristic prompt light of game items.

Visually estimating to about one-tenth, the amount approached forty million, and the game-ification stopped.

Tang Long immediately felt relieved.

One hundred carts of blood only cost fifty or sixty million in total; this vial of reagent could convert five or six hundred million without a problem, it was just a bit slow.

He hoped Fei Shan would go to sleep after crying, and not come to check his little treasury.

Before the broken window, Fei Shan took a long while to stop his tears, feeling physically and mentally exhausted.

Looking at this country, this city, and recalling the path he had walked, how could he not feel heartbroken.

He walked dejectedly toward the bedroom, knowing that he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

Moreover, while passing by the secret room, he suddenly felt uneasy.

He couldn't say why; it was just an intuition.

He immediately opened the secret room, and then... his whole mind, like the secret room, went blank.