"Mama!!!"
At this moment, far from the construction site, a figure hidden in a black sedan put down the binoculars in shock.
This person was none other than the Tarsen subordinate who had been tailing Jiang Feng from the dock, observing him from a distance.
He had just witnessed Jiang Feng single-handedly obliterating the Blood Demon Gang and the entire process where even Elder Fei's intervention proved useless, leaving him pale with fright.
In a panic, he shakily pulled out his phone and called Tarsen, who was waiting for news at the headquarters.
"Chair... Chairman, it's not good..."
When the call connected, his teeth chattered as he spoke.
"What happened?" Tarsen asked urgently on the other end.
In fact, setting the Blood Demon Gang and Elder Fei on Jiang Feng had made Tarsen restless and uneasy.
Not knowing whether these troops would be able to take down Jiang Feng left him anxious.
So, he immediately questioned nervously upon receiving the call.
"The Blood Demon Gang and Elder Fei... both failed," the subordinate said bitterly.
"What did you say? That's impossible!!" Tarsen couldn't believe it at first.
After all, no matter how powerful Jiang Feng was, these two groups should at least be able to take him down with them, so how could they fail?
"It's true, I saw it with my own eyes! Twenty-three members of the Blood Demon Gang were all slain by Jiang Feng, four of the five heads are dead, only one escaped, and he's severely injured... As for Elder Fei..."
"What about Elder Fei?" Tarsen gripped the phone, asking.
"Is he really as formidable as you said? He seemed utterly powerless against Jiang Feng, lost his temper in two moves, and was stomped to death. Now I seek your instructions on what to do..."
"Bang!"
As his voice trailed off, Tarsen on the other end dropped his phone to the ground.
"Hello? ... Chairman... hello?!"
But Tarsen no longer even had the courage to continue the call.
Failed... Everything failed!!
He had thought he would have victory in hand, that his great revenge would be accomplished!
"Listen, I'm going into hiding. Get as far away from me as you can, and never contact me again!"
Tarsen picked up the phone for the last time and exclaimed sternly before immediately hanging up.
The subordinate was dumbfounded and was about to ask more questions when suddenly, he noticed there was someone else on his passenger seat.
Jiang Feng!
In that instant, his soul nearly fled in terror—how did Jiang Feng get in here?! Is he a ghost?!
"Finished with the call?"
Jiang Feng found a pack of cigarettes under the window, pulled one out, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter.
Gulp!!
The subordinate gulped hard, his face turning pale green, wanting to cry but couldn't shed a tear.
"What did Tarsen say?"
"%*&%*#*&￥*&*%..."
"Speak in Chinese!"
"Brother, it's not my fault; it was Tarsen who ordered me to do it. I was just following orders to track and watch you..." the subordinate pleaded bitterly, not even daring to attempt an escape.
"My question is, what did Tarsen say just now, and where is he now?" Jiang Feng reiterated.
"He's at the headquarters right now, and what he said was to cut ties with me and flee immediately..." the subordinate repeated Tarsen's words, crying.
"Oh, where's he fleeing to?" Jiang Feng asked again.
"I don't know, I really don't know, sob... I have elderly and young ones to care for, please spare me..."
"In your understanding of him, where would he go?" Jiang Feng knew that this person, being trusted by Tarsen, should at least be considered his confidant.
"He's now a solitary commander; relying solely on the Heigu Group's internal manpower, there's absolutely no way to stop you, and he knows it. So, I guess he must have gone to Huaxia Street to find the Chinese Dragon..."
The man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and decided to reveal everything: "Now that Hemeng has turned against him, there's no place for him in all Neibi; only at Chinese Dragon's can he be protected..."
"Hmm, you probably didn't lie to me."
Jiang Feng nodded.
"I wouldn't dare! I..."
Before he finished speaking.
Jiang Feng flicked his cigarette ash directly onto his temple.
Instantly, the man slumped over the steering wheel without another sound.
Jiang Feng dragged his body out of the car and also dealt with the remains of corpses on the construction site.
He absorbed all of them, including Elder Fei and the lion's corpses, turning them into Demonic Qi.
Harvesting a massive amount of energy.
The only flaw was letting Christina escape.
But that was insignificant; a woman scared out of her wits posed no threat.
Jiang Feng returned to the black sedan, drove off, heading straight for what's supposedly Huaxia Street.
…
Heigu Group Headquarters.
Just as the subordinate said, after hanging up the phone, Tarsen was preparing to flee.
With Jiang Feng, an unstoppable and ruthless killer, if he really found his way here, Tarsen would have nowhere to hide!
The entire group's defensive manpower was like tissue paper, unable to stop Jiang Feng for even a few seconds!
"Chairman, where are you going?"
At this time, many of Heigu Group's high-ranking officials, including those previously sent out to hunt Jiang Feng, had returned.
Seeing Tarsen hurriedly heading out, they quickly asked.
"Shut up! Get out of my way!"
Tarsen was truly racing against time, ignoring everyone, striding away!
Without any encumbrance, Tarsen drove himself, hastily making his way to Huaxia Street, finding the "Flying Dragon in the Sky" bar, and then bursting through the bar door.
Inside, Manager Fang was directing the staff when he saw Tarsen come in, surprised: "Chairman Tarsen, why are you here again?"
"Where's the Chinese Dragon? I must see him, hurry!!!" Tarsen exclaimed anxiously.
Manager Fang was startled by his urgency and quickly led him to the back of the bar.
This time, instead of taking the elevator to the underground fight club, they went to the owner's office on the third floor of the bar.
At this moment, Di Long was sitting on the sofa inside, enjoying a cigar and a massage.
Four local Myanmar young women with yellow skin were attending him: one massaging his shoulders, another pounding his back, while the other two kneaded his feet.
Upon seeing Manager Fang enter, Di Long frowned.
Di Long was a man who valued leisure and didn't like to be disturbed during his wellness routines. As his confidant, Manager Fang shouldn't make such a novice mistake.
"Boss, Chairman Tarsen has come again, saying he urgently needs to see you." Manager Fang reported respectfully as soon as he entered.
"Oh?" Di Long's expression softened upon hearing this and he smiled, "So courteous, Chairman Tarsen truly keeps his word, coming personally to bring me money so quickly?"
"Chinese Dragon, what are you thinking? I'm giving you nothing but disaster! We're all on the brink of death, do you realize that?"
Tarsen rushed in right after Manager Fang, both anxious and angry, speaking directly to Di Long!