Big Data Cultivation - Chapter 96:

Chapter 96: Chapter 96 Malicious Testing (First Update

Celebrating Alliance Leader Spiritual Fox 2)

Feng Jun glanced sideways at the tall, burly man and spoke with a dark expression, “What’s going on here?”

“I don’t know,” this man spread his hands with an appropriately surprised look on his face, “Wasn’t it arranged by you?”

In fact, the shock and astonishment in his heart were beyond words. How did this Small Crossbow appear in this guy’s hands?

“Arranged by me?” Feng Jun let out a cold laugh, raised his hand, and fired another arrow, piercing the uninvited guest’s other thigh.

Amidst the other party’s screams, he spoke indifferently, “Scream again, and the next arrow will be for your third leg!”

Upon hearing this, the man immediately shut his mouth, but at the same time, he couldn’t stop wincing and grimacing.

He wasn’t trying to send any secret signals; it was just that the two arrows had hurt too much.

The Small Crossbow in Feng Jun’s hands was still aimed between the legs of the other party, “I’ll give you a chance… Who sent you here?”

“I…” the man gasped for air while grimacing, “I was just coming to use the toilet, to take a wild dump… How would I know there were people here?”

The logic of this excuse was sound, but Feng Jun didn’t believe it for a second. With hundreds of acres of ruins around, why would he come here to take a wild dump? Plus, with three cars nearby, it was impossible that he hadn’t seen anything.

So Feng Jun bared his teeth and gave a sinister smile, “Don’t want to talk? Fine! Later on, I’ll take you to a place where you can reminisce at your leisure.”

Seeing this, the woman exchanged a look with the middle-aged man, and they both became a little anxious.

This situation was the very test they had arranged, sending one of their own dressed up as an unrelated passerby to see how the other party would react—if there was no reaction, their subordinate would gradually increase the provocation.

In their plan, they would not come forward for this “passerby.” How to deal with him was entirely up to the other party.

When they saw that Feng Jun was alone, their confidence in their strategy only grew stronger.

We’ll just not make a move, see if you can handle it, right?

The provocation was meant to be relatively mild. In their minds, even if the other party was violent, at most they would beat the passerby up.

Of course, the ultimate goal of the provocation was definitely vicious, which goes without saying.

But they could never have dreamed that not only would the other party react swiftly, but the means employed were exceptionally bloody, shooting people with crossbow arrows—a second arrow following if one was not enough, with incredibly accurate aim.

Such ruthless and decisive action was rare even in the mining areas, let alone in Zhengyang City.

And even more crucial was this: Where had this person hidden his crossbow before?

This gold-hunting gang actually had firearms, and the Mercedes SUV parked nearby hid them. However, domestically, unless there was a large-scale gunfight in the mines, generally speaking, firearms weren’t commonly used. Cold weapons were more often utilized.

Therefore, many in the gang recognized Feng Jun’s Small Crossbow, knowing it to be a modified lethal weapon. It appeared to be merely sports equipment that could inflict injuries, but in reality, it was exceedingly brutal and capable of killing with ease.

Now, it seemed that their initial plan was somewhat laughable.

But, watching one’s own people being taken down in front of them without doing anything wasn’t good either—spirits would falter, and the team would become difficult to manage.

In fact, even if they said nothing, if the other party took the man away, who knows what might be confessed?

Hesitating for a moment, the middle-aged man looked towards the tall and sturdy man.

The tall and sturdy man looked away: I didn’t agree with your test from the start; look, it’s attracted trouble, hasn’t it?

With gritted teeth, the middle-aged man finally spoke up, “He’s just a passerby, friend… who are you performing this act for?”

Feng Jun gave him a sidelong glance and shifted the crossbow to him, smiling mockingly, “What, are you dissatisfied?”

“Hey, hey,” the tailand sturdy man had to speak up. He said seriously, “Friend, be careful with the crossfire. We’re all in the business of risking our heads, and you’re not the only one with weapons.”

“Is that so?” Feng Jun glanced at him again, narrowing his eyes and speaking ominously, “How about this… Let’s see who’s faster?”

The tall and sturdy man was at a loss for words; he knew that there was a short one on his person and two long ones in the car. With the current situation being one against eight, he truly doubted the other side could be that fast—no matter how quick you are, can two hands outspeed sixteen?

And so, the question arose again—on what basis? Why was this person so confident?

As the eldest of the four, he was known for his cruelty, but to speak honestly, his actions were never without caution—those who only knew how to fight ruthlessly were doomed not to live long.

And the intention behind today’s deal was to make an easy profit.

Thus, he forced a dry laugh, “Friend, we’re all out here trying to make money, no need to be so stiff, right? Personal pride is really unnecessary, don’t you agree?”

Feng Jun nodded, yet his face remained bleak, “You’re right about that, but this fellow…”

He pointed at the man lying on the ground, “Can you tell me what’s going on here?”

The burly man let out another dry laugh, “Alright, it’s just a passerby. Since we’ve had a pleasant cooperation today, there’s no need to take a petty person seriously, right?”

Those who mix in the underworld understand the principle of moderation. After such a big deal has been struck, not to mention if someone lying on the ground is one of his men, even if it were a real passerby, if he pleaded, the other side should give face.

Feng Jun understood this as well, but he was truly alone with no one to fall back on. He had suppressed the other party this time, but what if there was a next time? Would he be so lucky again?

So, he couldn’t afford to hold back, not that he didn’t want to, but because he couldn’t. He had to show enough savagery to intimidate the others.

Feng Jun smiled faintly and walked toward the man lying on the ground, “Since he isn’t one of yours, and he saw what he shouldn’t have, then it’s his own eyes that are to blame…”

“Hold on!” a young man shouted out, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pistol.

Feng Jun turned his head and flicked his finger lightly, his Qi Force hitting the young man’s wrist precisely.

The force of the Qi Force wasn’t great, but the young man hadn’t expected that something out of a martial arts tale would happen to him, and he couldn’t help cryingout in surprise, “Ouch!”

At the same time, his wrist shook, and the direction of the gun’s muzzle was lost.

Feng Jun flicked his hand again with a Small Crossbow, and the Steel Arrow struck the pistol squarely. Since entering the Martial Master Realm, his eyesight had greatly improved and his body coordination had enhanced quite a bit, so his accuracy was naturally unquestionable.

The young man felt a massive shock in his wrist and could no longer hold onto the pistol.

With a light “ding” sound, the pistol fell to the ground several meters away.

Feng Jun ignored the pale-faced young man and turned to look at the burly man, his tone both mocking and smiling, “Looks like you chose to see who’s quicker after all?”

“We concede!” The burly man raised his hands without hesitation, “It’s all my fault.”

He had no choice but to concede, as he had seen with utter clarity how the other’s fingers had struck his subordinate’s wrist.

What had hit him? He hadn’t seen anything, and in fact, he leaned more toward the idea that the other party had only released a gust of wind from his fingers.

This conjecture was a bit fantastical, but he also read web novels, had a bigger imagination than most, and was more willing to accept those mysterious phenomena that science couldn’t explain.

Even more crucially, his eyesight was superb, just like that woman had said. Those in their line of work could easily differentiate between sand and gold; they wouldn’t have poor vision.

He was almost certain that the other party hadn’t flicked anything tangible.

This was truly terrifying. He wasn’t particularly afraid of the heavy crossbow or the other’s extremely agile body movements, but what he feared was… this person could use the legendary “finger wind” pressure points!–

This was seriously a non-human existence, okay? Moreover, the other party might have senior brothers, a master, a mistress, etc.—he might even have a junior sister apprentice…

At the thought of fear, his urethral sphincter involuntarily spasmed, twitching uncontrollably, nearly wetting his pants.

“Oh?” Feng Jun raised an eyebrow, still with a smiling appearance, “Where was the mistake?”

“This person was arranged by us,” the burly man admitted readily, “We wanted to test you out a bit. If there was a chance to take advantage, we couldn’t let it go, and it was a good opportunity to intimidate Henglong… We were wrong, we shouldn’t have entertained that idea.”

Feng Jun’s brows furrowed, then he reached for a cigarette and lit it with one hand.

After blowing two smoke rings, he hesitantly said, “Your frankness… really puts me in a difficult position. How should I punish you?”

“Deal with me as you wish,” the burly man said straightforwardly, “I didn’t start bumping around the world yesterday. If you make a mistake, you must take the punishment. If you are to be beaten, you stand straight for it.”

“It’s not the boss’s fault,” the woman called out, her eyes filled with determination, “It was my idea, he originally disagreed… If you’re going to punish someone, punish me.”

Feng Jun didn’t even bother to look at her, still facing the burly man with a frown, “I’m saying, you really aren’t cut out to be a boss. You lack vision, and you can’t even establish rules.”

The burly man gave a rueful smile, “It’s just a bunch of like-minded friends getting together to do some business.”

“You don’t need to play the tragic card with me,” Feng Jun waved his hand dismissively, speaking coldly, “I don’t swallow sentiment or intimidation here. So tell me, what are you planning to give me in return?”

Such a cunning kid! The burly man cursed inwardly, but his face showed full respect, “You decide.”

In such a situation, whoever makes the terms is at a disadvantage.

Of course, Feng Jun knew this too, and with a cold snort, he asked mockingly, “I decide? Fine, I’ll just ask one question… If I had fallen into your hands, how would you have dealt with me?”

Did he even need to ask? If he had fallen, a fortune surely would have been lost, and his body would have been thrown into the mountains.

As soon as the burly man realized that wasn’t what was meant, he immediately spoke up, “Between us, there’s Henglong, at most we’d take a bit of advantage.”

This answer was also not too outrageous; Henglong, as the middleman, certainly had some clout.

The real issue was, in the face of eighteen million, just how much weight their clout carried.

(First update of the day, congratulations to the Alliance Leader Spiritual Fox on advancing to the finals, calling for double monthly votes.)