Chapter 12: First Encounter with the Extraordinary (Second Update, Votes Requested)
Chapter 12: The First Encounter with the Supernatural (Second Update—Please Vote)
After a brief exchange, the Black Dragon Gang’s leader and Luo Feng reached an agreement.
Zheng Zha, disguised as a servant, “assisted” the gang leader in searching for a few “fortunate disciples” within the gang and invited them over for tea.
The gang leader managed a strained smile. “Sirs, may I go fetch the people now?”
“Wait…”
Luo Feng suddenly stopped him, eyeing the stack of talismans the leader wore. After a moment’s thought, he shook his head.
Then he turned and asked, “Zheng Zha, what’s the maximum distance you can use those talismans?”
“Within ten meters, I can detonate them,” Zheng Zha replied without hesitation.
“Ten meters?!” Luo Feng frowned and shook his head. “Far too short. Far too short.”
He beckoned to the gang leader. “Come here. Let me give you a buff.”
“Buff? What’s that?” The gang leader was utterly confused, but his life was in their hands and he could only obey.
Luo Feng produced a small purple box from his pocket, took out a white porcelain bottle, and offered it with a smile. “Take this.”
“Poison?!” The gang leader’s face twitched. As someone well-versed in kidnapping and assassination, he was no stranger to slow-acting poisons—if you didn’t return on time, you’d die from the poison; if you came back as ordered, you’d be fine.
But in this situation, refusal wasn’t an option. Gritting his teeth, he reached for the bottle.
Unexpectedly, Luo Feng looked surprised. “What are you doing? That’s just the fruit. The box is what you’re supposed to eat from.”
Inside the purple box were a dozen bottles and jars—red, purple, black, white—a true gathering of all sorts.
“If you want to kill me, just say so!” the gang leader said, nearly in tears, glancing at the contents.
Luo Feng patted him on the shoulder, flashing a row of white teeth. “Don’t worry, you won’t die today.”
“We just want to be safe. The world is dangerous—a man can’t be too careful.”
The gang leader nearly despaired. Dangerous? Hah! Who could be more dangerous than you?
His heart sinking, he abandoned all thoughts of escape. He had prepared a secret tunnel in a corner of his estate, intending to flee at the right moment.
He hadn’t expected Luo Feng to be so cautious, giving him a poison “buff” and cutting off any hope of escape.
…
Ten minutes later, four “fortunate disciples” were randomly selected and, at the leader’s invitation, entered the study for tea.
Once seated, Zheng Zha stood quietly to the side, head bowed, as the gang leader smiled. “Please, drink up! Have some tea!”
The four disciples, suspecting nothing, picked up their cups and drained them in one gulp.
Three, two, one!
Thud, thud, thud, thud—they all hit the floor.
Luo Feng emerged from behind the screen and patted the gang leader on the shoulder. “Excellent acting, Boss.”
The Black Dragon Gang’s leader looked utterly defeated. “You poisoned them too?!”
Was that really necessary?
With the skills Luo Feng and Zheng Zha possessed, dealing with four ordinary men would take but a moment. Yet they still resorted to such devious tactics—were all masters these days so terrifying?
Perhaps feeling a little embarrassed by the question, Luo Feng gave a sheepish smile. “The world is dangerous—better safe than sorry.”
“Oh.”
The gang leader’s face was blank, but he nodded on instinct.
“Old Zheng, you do the honors,” Luo Feng said, pointing at the four thugs lying on the ground.
Zheng Zha hesitated. “You do it. I’ve never killed anyone before.”
Luo Feng looked frustrated. “Me neither. This is my first time. I’m scared…”
“Scared my foot!” the gang leader wanted to retort, but for the sake of his own life, he swallowed his words.
After a long, awkward pause, Luo Feng and Zheng Zha exchanged a glance, a knowing smile passing between them. Then, as one, they turned to look at the gang leader.
In that instant, the gang leader’s heart turned to ice.
Are you even human? It was bad enough to have me lure my own men to their deaths—now you want me to finish them off myself?
To kill me both in body and in spirit!
“Ahem, ahem.”
“Well…” Luo Feng smiled. “May I ask your surname, Boss?”
“No need for formality, just call me Wang Er,” the leader answered, sitting up straight.
Luo Feng spoke earnestly. “Old Wang, the road to redemption is long and hard, so the organization has decided to give you a bit more responsibility.”
Wang Er: ???
When did I become redeemed?
At this moment, Zheng Zha gave a kind smile and picked up a talisman. “Old Wang, aren’t you joining us because you couldn’t bear to see the Black Dragon Gang oppressing the people, because you were righteously indignant and decided to turn your back on your own kin?”
Wang Er fell silent for two seconds, then suddenly stood up and clasped his fists in salute. “The two of you see through all things! Indeed, I have long harbored such intentions. I loathe Marshal Ma and the Black Dragon Gang, but have been too weak to do anything. Today, with your help, I am truly, truly…”
“Truly overjoyed!”
The speed at which Wang Er switched sides left the two men stunned.
Now, having changed allegiances in an instant, Wang Er proved even more ruthless than Luo Feng and Zheng Zha, showing no mercy to his former subordinates.
In short, Wang Er and Zheng Zha lured the “small fry,” Luo Feng tossed out a wave of poison buffs, the thugs collapsed, and Wang Er finished them off.
The Black Dragon Gang had several hundred members, but only about a hundred were truly villainous.
This included those in the pawnshop, notorious for murder and robbery.
Two hours later, the Black Dragon Gang had been thoroughly cleansed.
…
Looking at the now-empty headquarters, Luo Feng felt the satisfaction of having cleaned out a house.
“Old Wang, is all the trash here taken care of, or is there anything left behind?” he asked casually.
Wang Er hesitated a moment. “The Black Dragon Gang is no more, but there’s a supernatural being at the Marshal’s residence…”
“A supernatural being?!”
Luo Feng and Zheng Zha exchanged glances. They had assumed this was a world of technology, perhaps with a dash of martial arts as a side element.
Suddenly, an “extraordinary” appeared.
Was it psychic abilities? Supernatural powers? Or something else?
Wang Er, ever talkative, explained the situation in detail.
The Black Dragon Gang was backed by Marshal Ma, but not directly under his command—instead, they answered to the Marshal’s spiritual advisor, a so-called “supernatural” from the White Lotus Sect named Huang Feng!
White Lotus Sect? A supernatural?
Could it be that this world was actually a blend of urban superpowers and low-tier cultivation?
“How powerful is this White Lotus Sect supernatural?” Luo Feng inquired, his expression unreadable.
Wang Er replied obsequiously, “That Huang Feng is nothing compared to you two, of course! He rarely acts, and the only tricks I’ve seen him use are spirit-invoking and talisman drawing. Once, he summoned Lord Guan to possess him and led us to slaughter a gang of hundreds.”
“And the talisman drawing? How long does it take?” Zheng Zha interjected.
“About one per hour, I’d say. They’re very powerful—he once blew up zombies in the mass grave with one!”
Defeating an ordinary gang and drawing one talisman per hour—on the surface, this Huang Feng’s abilities didn’t seem remarkable.
But Luo Feng dared not let his guard down. He was familiar with martial arts and technological weapons.
But the supernatural system? It was entirely foreign territory.
Huang Feng might seem average, but who knew if he wasn’t hiding his real strength? What if he suddenly produced a few flying swords and killed from a thousand miles away?
And the White Lotus Sect was a notorious cult. In a world where faith had vanished, perhaps it wouldn’t matter, but that wasn’t the case here. As a long-standing cult, they surely had more than a few tricks up their sleeve.
The world was perilous—one could never be too careful!
Contract sent, status will be updated in a few days.
(End of Chapter)