Conceptualizing Weapons

Feng Jun truly did not have a single good impression of Guo Yueling.

He rolled his eyes at her, too lazy to even speak, and turned his body to continue instructing the old man, "Remember to put the items I received inside the house; some of them are sensitive to water."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Guo Yueling rushed over like a whirlwind, grabbing his arm, "Feng Jun, all the faults and mistakes are mine. I've come to ask you to return to work."

Feng Jun glanced at her indifferently, his brows furrowing slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Let go."

"I won't," Guo Yueling said with a look of determination, clutching his arm tightly to her chest, "I have been waiting for you for four days."

Hearing this, Feng Jun let out a cold laugh, "Even if you waited for four hundred days, that would be your business, not mine."

"I know I was wrong," Guo Yueling said, pressing hard against his elbow, looking at him pitifully, "Firing you was Sister Hong's idea, but I was also in the wrong; I shouldn't have deliberately provoked you when you were leaving."

However, he really couldn't muster any interest in this woman.

Upon hearing the words "provoked you," a fresh wave of old and new grudges surged in his heart.

Was she trying to humiliate me with that non-existent extra month of salary?

Whether Feng Jun wanted to admit it or not, he was quite sensitive to the topic of poverty, especially regarding malicious jokes or mockery. He detested it because poverty had brought him too many unpleasant memories.

So, with a dark face, he reached out his left hand, gripped Guo Yueling's upper right arm, and slowly applied force.

He was considered first-class in terms of strength among men, so one could imagine how much power was in his grip.

"Ah!" Guo Yueling screamed in pain, tears welling up in her eyes, "It hurts, it hurts... Feng Jun, let go!"

Feng Jun looked at her expressionlessly, still slowly increasing his strength.

I told you to let go, and you didn't listen to me, so why should I listen to you?

He didn't like laying hands on women, but this was merely a slight punishment.

Guo Yueling, however, couldn't bear the pain and had to let go of his arm of her own accord.

Feng Jun couldn't be bothered to pay her any mind and nodded at the old man, "Sixth Master, then it's settled."

Before Sixth Master could even speak, Guo Yueling cried out again, "Feng Jun, you actually hit a woman. Are you even a man?"

As soon as Feng Jun heard this, his temper flared up instantly. He tilted his head to look at her and asked with a cold sneer, "Liu Shuming hit a woman too, so why is it my fault instead?"

Guo Yueling paused for a moment before replying, "I said I already know I was wrong. Feng Jun, can you stop being angry, please?"

Feng Jun looked at her indifferently, "Actually, I don't mind hitting women, especially cheap ones. If you keep pestering me, I really will hit you."

Guo Yueling burst into loud sobs, "Feng Jun, please spare me this once. My elderly parents and children at home are waiting for me to earn money to support them. You are a magnanimous person..."

"Stop right there!" Feng Jun coldly interrupted her, "If you repay evil with kindness, how will you repay kindness? You have a family to support, so I should let you off the hook? I'm a lonely bachelor, so I deserve to be fired by you?"

Self-deprecatingly calling himself a lonely bachelor, he suddenly recalled other grievances and let out another cold laugh, "Oh, I almost forgot. In your eyes, there are more college students now than dogs... I'm not even worthy of being a dog, am I?"

Guo Yueling had originally wanted to argue that the decision to fire him was made by Sister Hong, but upon hearing him bring up other grievances, she simply felt her knees go weak and knelt directly on the ground, "Feng Jun, I'm kneeling to you. Please, I beg you to spare me..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Feng Jun raised his right foot and kicked her, sending her sprawling onto her back.

He snorted in disdain and turned to walk away, "Sixth Master, if you do this again next time, I'm moving out."

He thought about it for a moment and could guess why Guo Yueling was able to appear here so promptly.

However, Sixth Master, sticking to his usual petty calculations, denied it flatly, "It wasn't me who tipped her off. This woman has been coming to look for you every day; today was just a coincidence."

Feng Jun couldn't be bothered to waste his breath on this guy and hailed a taxi to leave. As for Guo Yueling's fate, he couldn't care less, though it was obvious that Xia Xiaoyu must have played a part in it.

Thinking of Xia Xiaoyu, he couldn't help but think of Ye Qingyi, who was like the girl next door.

Last time, things were truly ruined by Wang Haifeng!

But now, he wasn't in the mood to ask a girl out. After working hard to charge for three days, he had entered the space five times today and was instantly back to square one. The best course of action now was to return to the villa and honestly charge up again.

This time, he disappeared for a full five days. By the time he reappeared, the energy points on his wrist were nearly at one hundred.

The amount of energy that a single spirit stone could instantly replenish had actually taken him this long to accumulate, and the cost of purchasing diesel had approached one hundred thousand yuan.

It was fortunate that his distant relative had been away this week, allowing him to charge without too many concerns; otherwise, it would have taken two more days.

After that, he had to go to Heping Street to pick up his goods. This time, he called Wang Haifeng in advance, "Haifeng, let's sit down for lunch. By the way, that fifty-kilowatt generator is good; get me another one."

Wang Haifeng was a bit stunned, "Are you really obsessed with generators?"

Feng Jun asked with a smile, "You don't want to make money?"

"Pfft," Wang Haifeng snorted dismissively, "Who is counting on your little bit of money? By the way, you have to pay for this machine yourself."

Feng Jun couldn't be bothered to bicker with him and hummed nonchalantly, "Yeah, I know. Money is not an issue."

After he hung up the phone, Coach Wang stood there stunned, muttering to himself while looking at his phone, "This guy... did he strike it rich?"

He had a very good relationship with Feng Jun and knew his financial situation well—if he gritted his teeth and acted impulsively, he could almost afford such a generator, but the key point was that the guy wasn't the type for impulsive spending.

Feng Jun went to Heping Street first to check the supplies he had bought online. Generally speaking, almost everything that was supposed to arrive had arrived.

The volume of supplies purchased this time was massive, and with the packaging boxes, they were piled up to take up nearly half the room.

Feng Jun even felt it was necessary to hire a truck to make a dedicated trip to the villa.

However, there was no rush for that; he should go see Wang Haifeng first.

The place where the two of them ate was the hole-in-the-wall restaurant that Feng Jun frequented. Even though Coach Wang was wealthy, he also liked eating here. The food was genuinely good, and although the environment was simple, the atmosphere was very relaxed.

The shop owner also remembered Feng Jun and greeted him warmly, "Long time no see."

Wang Haifeng, however, keenly noticed that Feng Jun's attire had changed. Although they were only domestic brands, the entire outfit, plus the handbag, must have cost nearly ten thousand yuan. "This Aisqi handbag of yours... is it a replica?"

Feng Jun rolled his eyes at him, annoyed. "Replica my foot. It was over five thousand even at a thirty percent discount. Do you know any replicas that expensive?"

"Then you must have struck it rich," Wang Haifeng smiled. "I can't drink too much at lunch today; I have to celebrate my wife's birthday tonight."

"Damn, no wonder my eyelid has been twitching since I woke up this morning," Feng Jun picked up the menu from the table. "So that's why I knew I was going to lose money... Boss, I'm ready to order!"

Watching him finish ordering, Wang Haifeng said, "It's her twenty-ninth birthday, not a milestone, just a few of us relatives. You don't need to be so formal."

"It's fine," Feng Jun replied with a smile. "I've made a little money recently, so I can still afford a bag or two. I'm counting on her for when I bring goods back from Shi Kingdom in the future."

"There's really no need for that," Wang Haifeng said seriously. "My wife basically buys her bags in Hang City or Hai City. If you have that kind of money, you'd be better off saving it for your inventory."

It was only because the two were close that they could speak so candidly.

"Don't be like that," Feng Jun replied with a smile. "Actually, I was hoping to ask you to buy something for me."

Wang Haifeng glanced at him. "What do you want to buy? You could have just called me; why bring it up in person?"

As they spoke, the food arrived. After the two clinked glasses for three rounds, Feng Jun lowered his voice. "This... I couldn't say it over the phone. I want to get some explosives. Do you have any connections?"

Wang Haifeng shuddered upon hearing this, nearly knocking over his glass. He looked around vigilantly and asked in a low voice, "What do you need that stuff for?"

At this moment, Feng Jun dared not say "None of your business." Explosives were truly too sensitive a topic.

But he couldn't explain the real purpose either, so he could only answer, "Mining."

Wang Haifeng stared at him intensely. "What kind of mine?"

"Asking like that is pointless," Feng Jun spread his hands. "A profitable mine, obviously."

Seeing that he wouldn't explain further, Wang Haifeng actually believed him for the most part. He hesitated before saying, "I can't guarantee anything regarding that stuff... isn't it sold online?"

"Are you kidding me?" Feng Jun rolled his eyes in frustration. "Forget about selling it; even transporting it is a major crime."

Wang Haifeng certainly knew this. He pondered for a moment before asking, "Would something less powerful work?"

Feng Jun waved his hand. "Forget it, pretend I never asked. I'll find a way myself."

If it were that easy, why would I need to ask you? I could have just done it myself.

Wang Haifeng felt looked down upon, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, Leiguan, but I can't give you much."

"Leiguan isn't enough," Feng Jun shook his head. "I need at least some TNT."

Given the size of those apes and hedgehogs, and how thick-skinned they were, Leiguan would probably only tickle them, and the noise likely wouldn't scare them off either—when those two fought, it was already earth-shattering with rocks flying everywhere.

Wang Haifeng glared at him. "TNT? Do you want a machine gun too? How about an artillery shell?"

"If you have them, I'll buy them at a high price," Feng Jun grinned. "Price is not an issue."

He dreamed of getting his hands on some firearms, though a machine gun might struggle to break through their defenses; an Anti-Materiel Rifle would be more suitable, preferably with some Armor-Piercing Bullets.