State Security Comes Knocking!

"It was Chen Feng of the Xingfeng Sect. He's a hidden Xiantian expert! He killed the second boss with just one move."

The low-ranking bandit lay on the ground, reporting in terror.

A Xiantian expert was someone he could only look up to.

His own chief was enough to make him tremble with fear, and he knew full well what a Xiantian expert meant.

"That strange fellow? He's actually a Xiantian expert?"

The reason He Sandao called Chen Feng a strange fellow

was that when he first saw Chen Feng come to deliver tribute, Chen Feng didn't wear his hair long and was dressed in bizarre clothes. He looked quite peculiar.

He had indeed told Wu Xiong to visit the Xingfeng Sect when he had time and ask whether Chen Feng truly possessed a method of artifact refinement.

In truth, He Sandao didn't quite believe the rumors that Chen Feng possessed an immortal's method of artifact refinement.

In the entire Yue Kingdom, probably only the imperial family possessed an immortal's methods.

He had only sent Wu Xiong to investigate.

"Chief, according to our informant in the Xingfeng Sect, that Chen Feng is suspected to be a descendant of a major Lineage."

The low-ranking mountain bandit began relaying the information from the Xingfeng Sect informant.

"A major Lineage, out gaining experience."

He Sandao knitted his brows.

The town closest to Hengduan Mountain was Liuyang Town, and several major Lineages there did indeed have Xiantian experts.

But Chen Feng looked to be only in his early twenties.

A Xiantian expert that young couldn't possibly be from Liuyang Town.

He Sandao had never even heard of a twenty-year-old Xiantian expert.

Only he knew how difficult it was to cultivate to the Xiantian realm.

If he hadn't obtained the Blood Demon Saber Art, he would never have reached Xiantian in his lifetime.

But even with a Xiantian Cultivation Method, it had taken him decades of cultivation to reach the Xiantian realm.

"Where's Second Brother's corpse? Did you bring it back?" He Sandao wanted to examine the body.

He would know whether the other party was a Xiantian expert once he had looked at the corpse.

Killing with Gang Qi would leave traces of it behind.

The underling shook his head.

"We didn't bring the body back. It should still be at the Xingfeng Sect."

He Sandao said coldly,

"Send someone to keep an eye on the Xingfeng Sect. I'm going out."

Of course, He Sandao wasn't going out to cause trouble for Chen Feng.

Without confirming the other party's identity, he wouldn't make a rash move.

He planned to go ask a few friends whether the Yue Kingdom had any martial arts Aristocratic Clans surnamed Chen.

If there really was such a major Lineage, he would go and apologize to Chen Feng in person. At worst, he would give Hengduan Mountain to Chen Feng and leave with his men.

But if there wasn't one... A ruthless look appeared on He Sandao's face.

The low-ranking mountain bandit trembled all over when he saw He Sandao's expression.

He had seen with his own eyes a brother who followed the chief get drained of blood and killed, all because he had angered the chief.

"I'll arrange for someone to watch them right away. But the few brothers who came back are kneeling outside, begging forgiveness. What should we do with them?"

The low-ranking mountain bandit asked.

He Sandao stroked the blood-red saber at his side and said,

"Second Brother is dead. They shouldn't have come back alive. Take my saber and chop off their heads. Remember to drain their blood!"

In the real world, inside the warehouse room.

Chen Feng stepped out of the painting scroll.

He checked everything in the room, and after confirming that no one had entered, he switched off the conveyor belt.

Then he moved the conveyor belt to a different position.

If someone came in and saw the conveyor belt facing a painting scroll, they would surely realize something was wrong.

Once everything was in order, Chen Feng left the warehouse.

As soon as he stepped outside the warehouse door, his female secretary came running over in her high heels.

"Boss, I finally found you! I couldn't get through to your phone, either."

The secretary was panting heavily, her chest rising and falling.

She had searched the entire factory grounds without finding Chen Feng.

"My phone ran out of battery. What's wrong?"

Chen Feng wouldn't take a phone with him to the Painting Scroll World, and besides, calls couldn't get through there.

"President Zhang of the Huaren Group came in person. He wants to discuss a partnership with you."

The secretary briefly explained the situation.

President Zhang's name was Zhang Dong, the general manager of the automaker Huaren Motors.

He had spoken with Chen Feng on the phone many times before. He had even called that morning to place an order, but Chen Feng had turned him down.

The general manager of a publicly listed automaker was a figure of considerable standing in the business world.

Yet he had come in person to Chen Feng's little factory.

"Where is he? Take me to him."

Chen Feng had already guessed roughly why Zhang Dong had come.

Before long, the secretary brought Chen Feng to the office on the factory grounds.

As soon as he entered, Chen Feng saw a middle-aged man in a suit pacing back and forth in the room.

When the man saw someone enter, he immediately raised his head and fixed his gaze on Chen Feng.

"Are you Boss Chen?"

Zhang Dong had never met Chen Feng, only spoken with him over the phone.

"That's right, it's me. President Zhang, what brings you here in person?"

Chen Feng greeted him politely.

Hearing the familiar voice, Zhang Dong immediately confirmed that the man was Chen Feng.

He came up to him with a smile and clasped Chen Feng's hand tightly in both of his.

"Boss Chen, I've finally waited for you to come back. I was worried sick."

"President Zhang, whatever it is, take your time. There's no rush." Chen Feng gestured for Zhang Dong to sit. He was a customer, after all, so Chen Feng had to treat him politely.

Zhang Dong waved a hand.

"Who has time to sit now? Our production workshop urgently needs your Blazing Sun Iron."

Chen Feng said helplessly,

"I'm sorry, President Zhang. We've been busy with production lately, and we're short of raw materials. We can't fulfill the quantity you ordered."

Zhang Dong immediately said,

"Boss Chen, you may not know this, but our chairman has issued an order. Starting today, the bodies of all our latest-model Huaren electric cars will be made from metal produced by your factory!"

"Our group will sign a long-term partnership agreement with you!"

"As for the shortage of raw materials you mentioned, Boss Chen, that's no problem. I can pay you a fifty percent deposit in advance!"

Zhang Dong's words didn't surprise Chen Feng.

The female secretary beside him, on the other hand, was stunned.

She had seen the contract Zhang Dong had brought this time. It was worth sixty million.

Paying half up front meant thirty million.

Chen Feng didn't agree to Zhang Dong's terms. Instead, he asked,

"As far as I know, our Blazing Sun Iron is only used in your latest-model electric car. Your new model was released less than five days ago, wasn't it? Is demand really that high?"

Zhang Dong smiled.

"Boss Chen, you must have seen the recent news. Our new electric car collided with a truck on the highway. Not only was everyone in the car unharmed, but the damage to the car was negligible!"

"That car's body was made with your factory's Blazing Sun Iron. Because of that incident, orders for our new car reached thirty thousand in just one day."

At this point, Zhang Dong's face was filled with excitement.

But Chen Feng's expression turned somewhat grim.

He asked again,

"Have any officials visited your production workshop recently?"

Zhang Dong answered without hesitation,

"Yes, there have been. Several professors of basic materials science came by and took some samples of the car body back with them. But Boss Chen, your Blazing Sun Iron is patented, so there's nothing to worry about."

"They were just following procedure and conducting an investigation. After all, that news was such a big story."

Chen Feng was speechless at Zhang Dong's words.

His patent was just for show, a fake certificate he had paid tens of thousands of yuan to obtain.

If they investigated it, the truth would certainly come out.

Just then,

a commotion came from outside the office, and the door was thrown open.

Several factory security guards stood outside.

What drew the most attention were the two crew-cut young men among the guards.

Both wore black suits and white shirts, with red badges pinned to the right side of their chests.

The guards' expressions were all somewhat odd, even shocked.

One of the crew-cut young men took out his credentials.

"State Security. We're conducting an investigation. Which one of you is Chen Feng?"

The young man's voice was deadly serious, without the slightest trace of emotion.