If he were to endure such targeting and continue to hold back, it wouldn't be Chu Feng's character.
Even his death had been prearranged by others, whether it would be from electrocution or a fire that would turn him into charred remains, a death so humiliating.
If he hadn't mastered the Nine-Form Fist, his fate would have been tragic.
The communicator connected, and a woman's voice came through.
At night, the stars dotted the sky.
Chu Feng stood in the quiet orchard, his face showing surprise. This was definitely not Lin Nuo Yi. At this moment, all was silent and peaceful, and he heard it clearly.
Did he dial the wrong number? He lowered his head and examined it carefully, but there was no mistake; it was Lin Nuo Yi's communication number. But why was it someone else's voice?
"I'm looking for Lin Nuo Yi," he said calmly.
"Chu Feng, the one from Mount Taihang?" Clearly, the woman on the other end noticed the name on the communicator and confirmed his identity.
"You're in Qingyang Town, right? It's a bit remote, but very peaceful, far from the hustle and bustle of the megacity. It's a good place, and with effort, you can achieve something. It's much better than Jiangning City," the woman said casually.
Chu Feng frowned. What did this woman mean? Who was she? Although she spoke lightly, her words had a deeper meaning.
Qingyang was just a small town at the foot of Mount Taihang. Jiangning, on the other hand, was a megacity, very prosperous and thriving, the center of Jiangnan.
By comparing the two, was she trying to remind and hint at something?
But Chu Feng remained calm, only saying that he had some matters to discuss with Lin Nuo Yi.
"Nuo Yi has been very busy lately. There are many important matters at Tian Shen Bio that need her attention. Those close to her know this, so they don't disturb her," the woman on the other end said gently.
Chu Feng was surprised. This was a very capable woman. She seemed gentle, speaking naturally and casually, but her words carried deep meaning.
Her previous words highlighted Lin Nuo Yi's status and the scope of those close to her, spoken naturally and without a flaw, yet with a hidden edge.
Chu Feng guessed that this woman was close to Lin Nuo Yi; otherwise, how could she have access to her communicator? He didn't argue, remaining calm.
Then, Chu Feng smiled, apologized for the disturbance, and ended the call.
He put down the communicator, deciding to call again after some time. Lin Nuo Yi's communicator couldn't always be in this woman's hands.
This unexpected turn of events left him unable to contact Lin Nuo Yi. Who was this woman, and what was her relationship with Lin Nuo Yi?
It was hard to judge her age from her voice alone; she could be a young woman in her twenties or a noblewoman in her thirties or forties.
An hour later, Chu Feng dialed Lin Nuo Yi's communicator again.
On the other end, a woman's lazy but pleasant voice came through, but it also carried a hint of disdain, saying, "Why are you calling again?"
Chu Feng was helpless. Why was it still her?
"You'd better not contact Nuo Yi anymore. She's very busy and has no time. One must know one's place!" This time, the woman spoke more directly, with a hint of arrogance.
"You're overthinking it. I just have some matters I want to discuss with her in person," Chu Feng said calmly.
"Some things don't need to be dwelled upon; there won't be any results. Do you understand? Be down-to-earth and live a good life in Qingyang Town. It suits you," the woman's voice showed a hint of indifference, clearly losing patience and no longer speaking tactfully.
"It seems the misunderstanding has deepened," Chu Feng's words were brief, but he had no intention of explaining.
"There's no misunderstanding. Don't come and disturb Nuo Yi again. She has her life, and you have yours. You belong to different worlds. Take care of yourself! If you persist, unpredictable things might happen. You might not understand now, but you will soon," the woman's voice turned cold.
Chu Feng's heart stirred, seemingly nonchalant, and said, "Actually, you're overthinking it. I just want to tell Nuo Yi something strange."
"Oh, what is it? You can tell me, and I'll pass it on," the woman seemed surprised.
"Today, a large bat fell outside my house, covered in blood." He stopped there, listening for her reaction.
Sure enough, the woman seemed startled, as if she had suddenly sat up from bed, and for a moment, she was silent, not speaking.
After a while, she asked calmly, "Is this boring thing what you wanted to tell me?"
"That large bat, though severely injured, was not very friendly to me. It seems he might not be from Tian Shen Bio, but he has connections," Chu Feng said slowly.
The other end was silent again. When the woman spoke again, her voice was slightly softer, "Since he has connections to Tian Shen Bio, you should help him. Don't let anything happen to him."
Chu Feng's gaze turned cold. This woman knew the man with demon wings!
"Why should I help him? I don't know why he was injured, but he has always been extremely unfriendly to me, as if he wanted to kill me," he said.
"You..." The woman was angry. At this point, she couldn't remain calm and couldn't treat Chu Feng as she had before, feeling somewhat indignant.
"I warn you, if anything happens to him, you won't have a good end!" The woman said bluntly, threatening him.
Chu Feng thought, it seemed the man with demon wings was a capable person, not a disposable pawn, worthy of her protection.
Recalling carefully, that handsome man was indeed very strong. If he hadn't used the buffalo sound, dealing with him would have been troublesome.
That man, with his demon wings spread, spewed black ripples, killing everything within a certain range, even the stone ground cracked, showing his extraordinary strength and status.
"It's none of my business. He was already dying and probably wouldn't last more than a day or two," Chu Feng said, glancing at the two injured people lying in the distance.
"Someone will come to take him away. You just need to help him with his wounds, nothing else," the woman said coldly, then ended the call.
Chu Feng put down the communicator, a hint of a cold smile on his lips. He had seen through some of their intentions and wasn't afraid of them!
He fetched a chain and tied the two severely injured people tightly, then threw them in the yard, ignoring them, and went back to his room to sleep.
The night was very quiet, and no one came.
It wasn't until noon, after Chu Feng and the yellow ox finished their meal, that someone arrived, barging into the yard.
"Are you Chu Feng? Where are the people?" This was a man in his thirties, with a slightly dark complexion, medium build, and a strong presence, his eyes piercing.
"I'm Chu Feng. There they are," Chu Feng pointed to the corner of the yard.
The man saw the two bound people, their bodies covered in blood, unconscious, and immediately frowned. Then he turned sharply, looking at Chu Feng with a cold gaze.
"This isn't my fault. They were clearly severely injured and seemed to want to kill me. Who wouldn't be afraid of such monsters? I had to gather my courage to tie them up," Chu Feng shrugged, looking helpless.
"Alright, I'll take them. As for you, you died in a fire!" The man said, a gust of wind accompanying his words, and he punched Chu Feng's temple, intending to kill him.
Chu Feng's face was cold. He stood still, his right hand forming a fist, and he actively met the punch, colliding with the man's fist.
The man screamed, flying sideways. His fist was torn, and his arm was twisted and deformed, as if hit by a mountain, the entire arm damaged.
"You... indeed have something strange about you. Attack!" he said angrily.
At the same time, several gun barrels appeared on the wall, equipped with silencers, all large-caliber weapons, firing bullets at Chu Feng.
However, after mastering the Nine-Form Fist, Chu Feng's certain instinct was activated, allowing him to predict danger and dodge. His speed was incredible, and he leaped over the wall.
One punch after another, the four gunmen were hit, their bones cracking, blood spewing from their mouths, and they flew sideways, all falling to the ground.
The man was shocked. As he opened his mouth, a white light, like spider silk, shot out, entangling Chu Feng, very strange.
Chu Feng dodged, and the man's body swelled, his joints moving, and several pairs of spider legs quickly grew from his sides, black but hard, gleaming with a metallic luster.
He looked like a large black spider, spitting silk, charging fiercely. The black spider legs left deep marks on the ground, cutting through stones, a terrifying sight.
The air seemed to hum. After he charged, several spider legs stretched straight, piercing Chu Feng's body like black spears, incredibly sharp.
Unfortunately, after forming the ultimate divine shape of the Buffalo Demon Fist, Chu Feng's fist shattered several of the black, gold-like spider legs and hit the man's chest, creating a terrifying blood hole.
The man screamed, falling to the ground, unable to get up.
Chu Feng was very calm, looking at them. Although they were all severely injured and near death, he still tied them up.
"Yellow Ox, throw them into the vast mountains," Chu Feng said.
The yellow ox tilted its head, meaning, "I won't go!"
"That woman and the man with demon wings dug up the pit you buried last night, knowing your secret," Chu Feng said.
When the yellow ox heard this, its fur stood on end, golden hairs almost bristling, and it was furious, as if someone had discovered its most secret thing, raging.
"Don't fight to the death with me. They dug it up, not me. If you don't believe me, interrogate them. Why did the white-clad woman vomit uncontrollably when she saw you?" Chu Feng said.
The yellow ox's face changed, as if it were flushed, turning slightly purple. If it were a person, it would definitely be pale. Its privacy was exposed, and it was furious.
After a struggle, it finally dragged the group away, running straight into the mountains.
"Scary, just because your private matters were discovered, you have to be so angry and kill to cover it up?" Chu Feng muttered.
He saw that the yellow ox cared deeply and was particularly unwilling for others to know. He decided never to mention the cow dung again.
The people were tied together and dragged away by the yellow ox.
When it returned, Chu Feng asked about the results.
The yellow ox seemed to have calmed down, covering its eyes with a hoof and mooing a few times, meaning the outcome was too cruel, and it couldn't bear to watch.
Chu Feng was speechless. Clearly, you threw them into the mountains, so what's so cruel about it!
In the evening, after finishing his boxing practice, Chu Feng took a hot bath and read a book in his room.
This time, he didn't try to contact Lin Nuo Yi or the woman.
Soon, the communicator rang, and the other party called. He didn't answer, still reading the book with interest.
After a while, the communicator rang again, and he finally answered.
It was still that woman, her voice slightly higher, asking if Chu Feng had seen anyone rescue the man with demon wings.
"I saw it. This time, I saw a large human-shaped spider fall from the sky, almost dying at my doorstep," Chu Feng replied calmly.