10: Chapter 10: An order to dissect 50,000 six-winged monstrous tigers

"Hmm?"

Sensing That Lord Lu's gaze, Qin Feng's heart instinctively jumped. For a moment, it felt as if he were being stared at by a terrifying giant beast.

"This... this feeling..."

"Could this person be a Martial Artist?!"

Qin Feng's pupils abruptly constricted.

His perception was exceptionally sharp. While an ordinary person might not notice the hidden gleam in That Lord Lu's eyes, he could feel it.

It was as scorching as the sun! It contained an inconceivable, mysterious, and mighty power!

This made Qin Feng involuntarily think of that giant beast that had once broken into Canglang City, and the powerful Martial Artist who had battled it!

"Absolutely correct, This Lord Lu should be a Martial Artist!"

Qin Feng's breathing hitched slightly.

Surprise rose in his heart.

A Martial Artist...

They were beings of extreme prestige.

Even the elite and powerful of the Upper City sought to curry favor with them.

Why would one come down to the Lower City, a place viewed as base and filthy?

And not only that, but also cooperate with a small, unremarkable private factory like the Rising Sun Behemoth Factory, entrusting them with processing the corpses of Six-Winged Weird Python Tigers? And the number was a full fifty thousand?

You must understand.

Even for ordinary giant beasts, fifty thousand was a significant order.

Let alone a high-Rank giant beast like the Six-Winged Weird Python Tiger, which possessed the "Titan Bloodline."

Qin Feng could scarcely imagine the immense sum of money this order represented.

"Given his status as a Martial Artist, let alone a small private factory in the Lower City, even the top-tier large factories in the Upper City would definitely give him Face, and the quality of the processing would undoubtedly be better."

"Why would he choose the Rising Sun Behemoth Factory?"

"Moreover, judging by Boss Liu's demeanor, he clearly only knows That Lord Lu is from the Upper City and is unaware he's a Martial Artist. Otherwise, his legs would probably be so weak he couldn't walk."

"In other words, This Lord Lu has concealed his identity as a Martial Artist."

"Why would he conceal it?"

Qin Feng instinctively felt something was off.

However,

Martial Artists stood above ordinary people; their actions inherently defied common logic.

Perhaps he had some special, incomprehensible-to-ordinary-people need that necessitated this.

As his thoughts swirled,

Qin Feng appeared completely oblivious to That Lord Lu's gaze and the figures of Boss Liu and the others entering the Dissection Workshop.

His gaze remained fixed on the skinned carcass of a pig-like giant beast before him.

The boning knife in his hand moved like a laser cutter.

His expression looked utterly "focused."

At the same time,

Hearing That Lord Lu's words, Boss Liu followed his gaze and looked toward Qin Feng, who was stationed about ten meters away on the dissection production line.

He was momentarily taken aback.

His narrow eye slits flickered as his eyeballs rolled halfway.

Then, his previously somewhat stiff Face relaxed like leavened dough, revealing a suddenly enlightened smile:

"Ah, I see, I understand now, Lord Lu! As expected of you, your eye is truly sharp. You recognized our factory's most skilled dissection master in an instant. Let me introduce him to you right away!"

As he spoke,

he glanced toward Secretary Shen beside him:

"Secretary Shen, quickly, call Engineer Qin over. Oh, and the pollution miasma from the giant beasts is quite heavy near the dissection line. Remember to have him disinfect."

"That won't be necessary."

That Lord Lu's voice suddenly interjected.

He lifted his exquisitely polished leather shoes and walked directly toward the dissection line where Qin Feng was. The Young Man surnamed Chen behind him frowned slightly but had no choice but to follow.

As he walked, he muttered softly under his breath:

"The environment in this Lower City private factory is truly foul, worse than a toilet..."

Boss Liu and the two factory executives beside him exchanged bewildered glances. Watching That Lord Lu, who seemed utterly unafraid of the giant beast pollution miasma and clearly had no intention of even wearing a bio-hazard suit, they momentarily struggled to keep up.

W-was he really that eager?

Boss Liu naturally knew of Qin Feng's exceptional dissection skills.

It was precisely because of this

that he had placed that Six-Winged Weird Python Tiger, used for the commission test, on the transport conveyor belt that necessarily passed by Qin Feng's station.

But he never expected

that This Lord Lu from the Upper City, and the "That Lord" behind him, would value Qin Feng so highly, treating him, the boss, practically like air.

A distance of over ten meters didn't seem long.

But it was separated by zones like the fire safety area, disinfection area, and pollution containment zone. The divisions were starkly clear.

Boss Liu and some factory executives would also visit the Dissection Workshop for irregular inspections, but they certainly wouldn't want their suited-and-booted selves exposed to any filth or pollution.

That Lord Lu, however, paid no mind to the bloodstains flowing on the ground or the pollution miasma wafting toward him like smog.

His hands were in his pockets.

His pace seemed leisurely.

But for some reason,

within a few seconds,

it was as if he had shrunk the distance, arriving behind Qin Feng in the blink of an eye.

Qin Feng's mind tensed.

In that instant,

he felt the other's gaze roam over his back like a scorching laser, searing hot as if it could brand a deep, long scar.

"You are Qin Feng, correct?"

That Lord Lu's cold voice held a hint of polite amusement.

"Uh... Huh? Oh, yes, that's me..."

Qin Feng acted as if he had only just noticed That Lord Lu's appearance behind him. He looked like someone snapping out of a work trance, turning to Face the Lord Lu behind him.

He deliberately sized up the other's exquisite, expensive blue suit, pretending to be someone who had never seen such finery, momentarily stunned.

Then he swallowed.

and asked:

"May I ask who you are?"

"My surname is Lu, given name Yunsong. You may call me Lu Yunsong directly."

Lu Yunsong said with a smile.

Simultaneously, he handed Qin Feng a business card.

Qin Feng reached out.

and looked down at it.

The card was exquisitely crafted, full of design sense, exuding a high-end feel. Besides the printed characters "Lu Yunsong," it also listed his contact information.

But there was no company name or corresponding position.

"Let me ask you something. Regarding that Six-Winged Weird Python Tiger you dissected a week ago, did you find a blood-red, crystal-like gemstone substance inside its body?"

Just as Qin Feng was examining the card,

Lu Yunsong suddenly asked.

"Hmm?"

Qin Feng's neck stiffened, and his gaze fixed on the card in his hand trembled violently.

What was going on?

Why was This Lord Lu... asking this question?

In that instant,

though his head was lowered,

Qin Feng felt as if he could "see" that Lu Yunsong's eyes seemed filled with a deep, crimson, scorching, and bizarre gaze!

This gaze felt tangible, like red-hot steel needles pricking the top of his head, making him feel as if his Soul was enduring the torment of stabbing pain!

"Could it be that he's discovered something about the titan blood crystal?!"

"No, that's not right..."

"If that were truly the case, he wouldn't use a method like distracting me with a business card and then suddenly asking a question to trick me..."

When a person's attention is drawn to something, and someone suddenly asks a question, there's a high probability they'll subconsciously blurt out what they know.

This Lu Yunsong

was clearly testing him!

"Lu Yunsong is a Martial Artist; his observational skills must be extremely sharp. If I show any abnormality, he will definitely notice!"

"Calm, stay calm... Can't show anything unusual, or it's over..."

For ordinary people,

a Martial Artist's gaze naturally carried an oppressive aura. This wasn't just about power level; it was a kind of genetic-level pressure.

After all, a Martial Artist's genes were referred to as "monarch genes."

Coupled with their powerful and keen observational abilities,

it was extremely difficult for an ordinary person to act convincingly before a Martial Artist. Even if one could precisely control micro-expressions, the rapidly beating heart, abnormal hormone secretion during tension, and so on—all sorts of anomalies could be detected by a Martial Artist.

Fortunately, though...

Qin Feng, who possessed the Heavenly Breathing Martial Arts Foundation, could, with each inhalation and exhalation, keep every subtle expression, even the hormones within his organs, as steady as a mountain, flowing naturally without the slightest abnormal fluctuation.

Breathing

was a discipline for cultivating the body and mind.

Heavenly Breathing

brought this body-and-mind cultivation effect to its extreme.

In an instant, Qin Feng became calm and natural, not revealing the slightest hint of anything amiss.

He raised his head.

His brows slightly furrowed.

His eyes held a trace of confusion, as if he were trying to recall, and he said:

"A crystal-like gemstone substance? I don't think I saw anything like that. If there were such a thing, I'm sure I'd have an extremely vivid memory of it. After all, something like a crystal gemstone is obviously very valuable; how could I possibly forget it?"

"Oh? Are you certain?"

Lu Yunsong's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze suddenly sharp as a knife, stabbing straight into Qin Feng's eyes.