Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 508 - : Fearsome Reputation
Chapter 508: Chapter 508: Fearsome Reputation
Feng Jun did not pay attention to Sister Hong’s complaints; instead, he sternly replied, “Have I told you, can you kill the two of them?”
Seeing his intent to be unyielding, Sister Hong could only sigh, “Murder isn’t an option, but I’ll help you handle it.”
Feng Jun scoffed with disdain, “These two can’t be kept around. The theft at our manor was instigated by the people from Southern Shinra, and Xinyuan Investment sent people to do the deed—bullying right onto our heads.”
Sister Hong had already suspected this; Chen Ernan had contacted Luohua Manor through her as well.
Thus, she wasn’t surprised and spoke seriously, “Just tell me what you need. You’re the big boss now… still getting involved in killing. Have you ever thought that your safety is linked to my happiness?”
Even though Feng Jun was in a foul mood, he couldn’t help but be moved by her words, “Happiness… which xing character?”
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Sister Hong glared at him and spoke with profound (passion) emotion, “The xing three inches below the navel!”
“Can we try to make decisions using our upper body from now on?” Feng Jun smiled, no longer joking, “Because of a traitor, Southern Shinra people have set their sights on our Spiritual Energy. The Spiritual Energy in the bamboo forest has already been destroyed by them.”
“What?” Sister Hong was surprised, her face turning pale. This was something she hadn’t anticipated, “They actually managed to destroy the Spiritual Energy?”
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“Otherwise, why do you think I’m killing people?” Feng Jun glanced at her, “I’m not afraid to tell you, today I’ve already taken out seven… you only know about two of them.”
“Hiss,” Sister Hong gasped upon hearing this. Although she was known to be streetwise and could tolerate fighting and killing, growing up in a peaceful era meant that her limit was taking the lives of four or five people.
She had sent out quite a few plane tickets, causing many people to disappear without a trace but that just meant a loss of contact, not necessarily death. The actual number of people who had died was around five or six.
And yet, Feng Jun had killed seven in a single day. The extent of the killings, let alone his readiness to kill, truly horrified her.
She stopped talking, but Feng Jun continued, “There’s another guy who must die.”
Sister Hong was taken aback but seeing his resolute expression she could only sigh, “Just be careful anyway. You don’t know… someone has started asking me about you.”
Those who could approach her for information on Feng Jun were not ordinary people. The reason they did was the same one mentioned by Chen Ernan—the mobile phone signals of Feng Jun had been detected at certain places.
However, Sister Hong had remarked that the manner of death of that Southern Shinra person was quite peculiar; not many would think it was murder, and officially, there was a strong attempt to disassociate from the matter.
No investigation would take place, neither public nor private. But someone idly curious noticed an eye-catching mobile number that had appeared nearby and took the opportunity to investigate, finding out the owner was named Feng Jun.
Those aware of Feng Jun’s animosity with the Southern Shinra people were not as few as everyone thought. In fact, when that coma patient and Mr. Park entered the country, they caught the attention of some individuals—their identities were pretty special.
It could be said that Feng Jun had initially refused to treat the Southern Shinra person. Had he intervened and succeeded, he would have undoubtedly continued to receive similar jobs non-stop.
His refusal to provide treatment, of course, made people aware that he was at odds with the Southern Shinra people.
Fortunately, the individual who died in the car at noon was considered an accident by everyone; no one lingered on the matter—once the organization made a decision, who would be so full to directly offend others?
So the person who discovered Feng Jun’s mobile phone signal kindly tipped off Sister Hong: regardless of his involvement in the matter, he should be cautious in the future to avoid stumbling in this area.
Feng Jun was a bit shocked when he heard this, thinking that he really must be more careful about not using his phone when engaging in such activities in the future.
But for him, this wasn’t too difficult. At the current moment on the Earth Plane, he was essentially beyond threat, not needing to consider using his mobile phone to escape danger.
As for killing? He was already at the Mid-stage of Qi Refining, and the means of causing unnatural deaths had greatly increased, no longer solely reliant on a mobile phone.
Indeed, it was the successive reminders from Chen Ernan and Sister Hong that alerted him to a problem: if he wanted to cause trouble in the future, he should try his best not to carry his mobile phone, because in the information society and big cities, there’s more than just surveillance cameras.
However, no matter how much Sister Hong emphasized it, Feng Jun stood by one conviction: there was a person who had to be killed—Wang Laili.
This man was already a scumbag, and with his familiarity with Luohua Manor and a malevolent nature, he represented an extremely unstable factor.
Most importantly, the nearby villagers all knew that he had stolen gold from Luohua Manor. Without necessary punishment, the authority of Luohua Manor would suffer a great blow.
In fact, Wang Laili was truly adept at courting death. After Feng Jun and his group left, he paid no heed to their threats and dared to stay. In his own yard, he ranted loudly, indicating the matter was not over.
However, the nearby villagers believed maybe he was too scared to run—after all, the helpers hired by those city folks were still lingering outside his courtyard. If Wang Laili dared to flee, he might just end up shoved into a car and then casually buried somewhere.
That evening, Wang Laili sent someone to buy a bottle of loose liquor and drank himself into a stupor in the yard.
Around midnight, the person monitoring him finally left.
Early the next morning, Wang Laili’s body was found in the pond, not far from where he had dumped the motorcycle.
The police came to investigate and determined that he had drowned, even though the water at the edge of the pond was only about 1.2 to 1.3 meters deep—clearly not enough to drown someone. Yet, no one knew how Wang Laili ended up in the middle of the pond.
The police speculated that the guy probably drank too much, became careless, and that was the end of him.
Wang Laili was the type nobody cared for—with no wife or children, and having offended almost all his relatives, save for a sister who kept a slight connection. But even his brother-in-law couldn’t stand him—mainly fearing he’d be a bad influence on the kids.
All in all, no one stood up for him, the police didn’t bother to dig deeper, and as for the possibility that someone from Luohua Manor had done something to him after he angered them that evening—well, if anyone thought it was Luohua Manor’s doing, would they dare step forward and have a word?
In fact, the police inwardly felt it was good riddance. Fewer people like him around would mean fewer problems for them to deal with.
As for the rumors about Gold and such, the police heard them too, but who would go out of their way to investigate?
So, the incident passed without much commotion, and Feng Jun didn’t bother with it any longer. When he went out to deal with people that night, he hadn’t even brought his mobile phone.
However, in reality, the incident added to the notorious reputation of Luohua Manor.
Basically, nobody knew the crisis Luohua Manor had faced in this matter, but everyone guessed that Wang Laili’s death in that particular pond was certainly a retaliatory act from Luohua Manor.
It’s one thing to be a small-time thief or crook, but to deliberately go against a powerful entity—that’s just asking for trouble.
This news also reached Chen Ernan’s ears—he was just an intermediary, but as mentioned earlier, he was the source of many pieces of information, with Tang Laodi simply responsible for finding people to carry out tasks, while Chen himself had managed to develop a few informants in the area.
He was originally prepared to offer five million in compensation at Feng Jun’s request but, after hearing this news, he pondered deeply and managed to scrape together eight million, which he sent over to Luohua Manor, and he also spent half a million to buy personal accident insurance for himself.
Feng Jun didn’t distribute all the money to Men Gang; he just raised their salaries to fifteen thousand a month and rewarded them with a cash bonus of one hundred thousand each—the salary of the back gate’s Men Gang was also raised, but only to ten thousand.
Men Gang from Dwarf Hill Post got the news while in the hospital. He hesitated a moment, then plucked up the courage to petition, “Master… oh no, President Feng, can I refuse the one hundred thousand? There’s something I would like to ask of you.”
Feng Jun knew that Men Gang’s family was actually struggling financially, especially having had two daughters and a son, which severely breached the family planning policy. The guy even considered changing his ethnicity, but that trick had been used by too many people already and hadn’t worked out.
In short, his family could be considered dirt poor, and he himself didn’t have many ways to make a living. This one hundred thousand yuan should be extremely important to him.
But he was actually willing to give it up and ask for help with something, giving Feng Jun reason to believe that it was definitely going to be a “bother,” but the man… could not go unrewarded. So, he nodded with a smile, “Sure, as long as it’s not too difficult for me.”
What did Men Gang want to say? He had an older brother who suffered a spinal injury while working on a construction site, and could no longer work. The annual cost of his medicine was substantial, and there were also two daughters to take care of at home.
Men Gang hoped that the master could cure his brother, so that his elderly parents wouldn’t have to work so hard past their seventies, and he could use all the money he earned for the family without having to support his brother any longer.
“Sure,” Feng Jun thought for just a second before nodding in agreement. Brotherly affection and respect were virtues to be encouraged, and as for the cost of treatment—Feng was willing, it was that simple.
Of course, there was one point he needed to emphasize, “I can’t guarantee he’ll be completely healed, do you understand?”
“I understand,” Men Gang nodded without hesitation, but accidentally pulled on a strained neck muscle, drawing in a sharp breath of pain.
He wasn’t at all worried that the master wouldn’t be able to heal his brother—You managed to deal with Paraquat, so a vegetative person wouldn’t be much of a challenge.
Of course, he would accept it if the cure wasn’t successful, but without a doubt, his brother would definitely be in a much better state after the treatment.
Feng Jun nodded again and asked casually, “So, how do you plan to talk to your brother about it?”
Men Gang had already come up with an answer before making his request, “I’ll just tell him to come help me with the day shifts for a few days, saying that our place has beautiful scenery and clean air, good for one’s health… We’re brothers, after all. I’m not asking for anything in return—it’s just that it might inconvenience you.”
He was very clear that the master didn’t like to draw attention. Otherwise, with the master’s extraordinary abilities, if he were willing to attract followers, they could build a temple right at the mountain gate—maybe even two, one by Yuan Zihao and another by Paraquat.
So, of course, he had to align his words with the master’s preferences.
