No matter what, Feng Jun had confirmed one thing: the person trapped inside the Mistbound Prison Formation had not been detected by the authorities.
Otherwise, they would probably have come straight to the door with the location in hand. Why make Captain Zhang wait miserably outside?
However, Red Sister had some influence in Funiu, and she had even issued a warning during the South Xianluo incident last time.
Yet this time, she had received no similar news. It seemed that when serious matters were involved, certain principles still held sway.
The Gu Family and the Yang Clan had deep roots, which was why Yang Yuxin could receive such information without fearing that it would leak.
Should he kill the bastard inside the Mistbound Prison Formation? Feng Jun could not help considering it.
After all, the formation had never been tested. If that bastard somehow escaped, never mind the chip in his chest—once his phone connected to the internet, Luohua Manor would be in trouble again.
But on second thought, he was just a traitor. So what if he escaped? No matter what, you were the one who sneaked into my home, not the other way around.
So he set the matter aside for the time being. For some reason, he instead felt a faint sense of anticipation.
The next day was still overcast, and the clouds had grown even darker, as though the heavens were brewing something big.
Zhuang Zesheng arrived at the villa early in the morning. His condition had improved considerably, and he could barely walk with a single crutch. Following Feng Jun's advice, he no longer stayed in the Bamboo Forest every day, instead coming out from time to time to move around.
He felt it might snow today, so he wanted to borrow Feng Jun's yacht