Chapter 71

"So, Mr. Chen, I now ask you to consider this carefully!"

After Ms. Megan finished speaking these words very seriously, she turned and returned to her own sofa.

Huh? At the moment she turned away from me and left my side, that feeling of being under extreme danger came again.

So...

Chen Yaozu narrowed his eyes slightly and said a sentence: "I'll consider it."

Then he stood up, lowered his head, and paced back and forth in this tea room.

He seemed to be considering, but in reality he was relying on his own keen perception to find the safe zone and danger zones of this room.

Hiss...

This broken house, except for that one small area in the direction where the Mikhailov couple are currently sitting, everywhere else I can sense danger.

This couple is toxic! But what he can confirm is that this thing shouldn't have been set up for him.

They aren't that fast!

After all, from the time I decided to come back and stir things up, to finishing things and leaving Dongpo Grand Restaurant, the time Mikhailov called me wasn't enough to set up anything inside this house.

It's possible they've had this room prepared long ago, just in case.

So, when he stopped his seemingly contemplative pacing, he very coincidentally stood right in that not-too-large safe zone, which was right in front of the Mikhailov couple.

"My apologies, both of you!"

Chen Yaozu said with a smile: "I've considered it, and for us Eastern people, ancestral teachings are sometimes really important.

So I'm very sorry, but if you want to control the Fuzhou Gang, you'll have to do it yourselves; I'll just honestly work my job and make money.

Right, I need to go back and rest early; tomorrow I still have to fly back to the team to train and prepare for the quarter-finals.

You agree, right?

Mr. Sergei!"

Mikhailov looked at the position he was standing at, exchanged a glance with his wife, and nodded helplessly.

"Alright! Very happy you could visit today; this match's outcome is also important, I'll see you out!"

The room upstairs.

Andrey Andreyev and Emma exchanged a glance: "Target has broken free from control, execute Plan B!"

Emma nodded, and a micro-drone the size of a mobile phone flew out, finding the car Chen Yaozu drove in just a few seconds.

The drone very smoothly drilled under the car, and after finding a suitable position, it actually emitted a strong magnetic force to attach itself to the car's undercarriage.

"Watch the distance, detonate only after leaving our community by 5 kilometers!"

Andrey Andreyev ordered.

"Understood!"

Emma nodded.

Then the two of them stood by the window, waiting for Chen Yaozu to leave their house and get in the car, but they immediately heard Mother Megan's order.

"Cancel Plan B!"

"Mother?"

"This is an order!"

After Megan's stern voice said "This is an order" over the comm channel, Emma only then reluctantly manipulated the controller, making that mobile-phone-sized drone attached to the car's undercarriage silently fly away just at the moment before Chen Yaozu walked out the door.

The family, openly or secretly, watched Chen Yaozu get in the car, start it, and drive away; Andrey Andreyev was comparatively unable to stay calm: "Mother, we let him go because he indeed cannot see through people?"

Emma, still holding the drone that had just flown back, retorted: "Impossible, we did an investigation; the clients he agreed to give divination to, he really spoke very accurately.

Occasionally when clients encountered difficulties or some accidents, they were also almost all informed by him in advance, and solved using the methods he gave.

So the fact that this person has precognitive ability has been proven through investigation.

Moreover, from the words he spoke when he conflicted with the Fuzhou Gang hall master, it also confirmed our guess.

He has the ability to see through others' identities, predict the future, and control others!"

She spoke very definitely.

Because there was an investigation, there is the right to speak.

Megan acknowledged this statement: "He absolutely has the ability to predict danger or predict the future.

Just now in the tea room, from the start he sensed danger, so he was very cooperative when we questioned him.

Later, it should have been the moment I blocked him that made him perceive where the danger should come from.

Just now he seemed to be thinking, saying he wanted to give us an answer.

But in fact, while walking around he had already found the safe zone.

Otherwise, an Eastern person couldn't possibly be that rude, standing straight at a distance practically face-to-face with us.

So, I can confirm, he has the ability to predict the future, predict danger, and even see through others' backgrounds."

Andrey Andreyev grew anxious upon hearing this: "Since that's the case, why did you let him go just now?

If he reveals Father's background to others, our whole family is finished!"

Mikhailov sighed: "Because your mother suddenly figured out a problem: if the other party really can see through our identities, since he came, he has the confidence to leave safely.

Even if he cannot leave safely, our identities won't be kept either; he definitely has channels to deliver evidence into the hands of those who should receive it.

Because he has always been a smart person.

However, there is still one possibility.

That is, just as he said, we are officials; even Emma has a military officer's identity.

He can't see through! After all, just as he said, Eastern Go To methods always have some reservations.

Even divination cannot be without reservations!"

This time both Andrey Andreyev and Emma understood — if the other side couldn't see through their family's identity, what good would killing them do? If the other side had seen through Father Mikhailov's identity, then they must have come prepared.

Even if they killed the other side, the other side would have a backup plan, getting that evidence and information into the hands of whoever it should go to.

"Then we can only do nothing?"

Andrey Andreyev was unwilling to accept it; this feeling was too terrible, the feeling that he could be killed by someone at any moment.

Mikhailov patted his shoulder. "Of course not. If we do nothing, we'll definitely live in constant fear from now on.

From now on we can only investigate slowly; best if he knows nothing.

If he does know, then we'll have to probe how much he knows and what he wants! We can't just completely give up everything here based on a mere guess! After all, our achievements to date haven't come easy!"

Andrey Andreyev nodded helplessly.

"Of course, whatever happens you must all be ready to evacuate at any time.

Everything for safety!"

After Megan finished speaking, she stared at Mikhailov. "Probing can be done. But... from now on it definitely can't be as simple and crude as today; we'll need to be more careful about methods.

Actually we should reflect! After confirming Chen Yaozu truly possesses miraculous metaphysical abilities, we got a bit flustered.

We should have had better methods."

Mikhailov nodded, then shooed the two younger ones away to go make whatever preparations needed making.

Megan returned alone to the tea room, took down a small broadsword fixed at a slant from a spot on the ceiling, reinstalled its safety and put it away.

Then she sat alone on the sofa, sunk in thought.

……

After Chen Yaozu left, he didn't immediately go pick up Cindy and Antonio. He couldn't figure it out — just for a Fuzhou Gang, did the Mikhailov family really need to be this hostile toward him? Although Old Mikhailov used the Fuzhou Gang as a pretext, Chen Yaozu believed he might indeed have the intention to kill him.

Why?

Can't figure it out!

But the Fuzhou Gang actually really was cleaning up the former Tangzhu's confidants, and that Double Flower Red Pole was actually this obedient? Chen Yaozu had been this unconfident just now because the Brazil female ghost wasn't by his side; she remained on that Double Flower Red Pole.

Although she didn't control any of his words or actions, she lay dormant deep in his body, ready to activate at any moment.

And she could also monitor his every move.

For instance right now — because day after day the connection between Chen Yaozu and the Brazil female ghost through the Luo Yin had grown increasingly close, he could now vaguely communicate with the female ghost through the Luo Yin, learning what the possessed A Yu was currently doing.

The other side really was cleaning up the former Tangzhu's confidants, and really intended to listen to him and push Zhou Jiping into the Tangzhu position.

He didn't know that A Yu was terrified.

A cold force invaded his body, controlling his four limbs and hundred bones; only his awareness remained clear.

Just like being thrown into a cement barrel and having cement poured over your body while you're powerless to stop it — that kind of feeling.

Then with clear awareness he watched helplessly as this cold force controlled his own two hands, stabbing the Tangzhu to death with a single knife thrust.

Wanting to struggle but unable to — the feeling of having your body controlled by another is hard for anyone who hasn't experienced it to imagine its horror.

This kind of powerlessness — A Yu didn't want to experience it a second time! Since under this force's control he had become someone who committed the crime of subordination before everyone's eyes, breaking the rules, if he didn't handle it quickly, there would be no place for him in all of America.

If people from the Fuzhou Gang headquarters came, being riddled with holes would be getting off lightly!

So A Yu's first move was to clean up Zhang Rusong's confidants, send his own men to take over key posts, then swiftly press the dumbfounded Zhou Jiping into the Tangzhu seat.

One Tangzhu killed, and the crisis of other Los Angeles gangs eyeing them covetously was actually resolved with lightning speed.

After handling everything, he finally respectfully placed a call.

"Mr. Chen, I've done as you requested; Jiping is now the Tangzhu of our Fuzhou Gang Los Angeles Branch.

So what's next — do you have any orders?"

Hearing the respectful voice on the phone, inexplicably Chen Yaozu felt a surge of satisfaction.

Degenerated...

But he quickly snapped back, saying into the phone: "I have no orders — just need well water not to offend river water! Jianghu matters have nothing to do with me..."

As he spoke, Chen Yaozu suddenly remembered something: "Right, there really is something I need the Fuzhou Gang's help with!"

When he heard him say Jianghu matters had nothing to do with him, A Yu panicked...

Nothing to do with you — then who's protecting me?

I just killed the boss! With no one backing me, wherever I run I'll be caught and taken to New York for death by a thousand cuts to uphold family law.

The only way to survive is to gain this Mr. Chen's protection, and you actually say Jianghu matters have nothing to do with you?

Then what do I do?

After hearing this, his mind raced, a touch of despair.

But fortunately now it was a turn for the better — Mr. Chen actually had something he needed help with, and he hurriedly spoke as if granted amnesty: "Mr. Chen, please speak! As long as you give the word, A Yu will go through fire and water to get it done for you!"

Have to say, listening to such a smooth-talker butter you up feels pretty good.

But this mood boost can't delay proper business.

"Ever heard of the Dragon Tiger Mountain Celestial Master's Mansion?"

Chen Yaozu asked.

How could he not have heard of it?

Even though the Double Flower Red Pole operates in America, the Dragon Tiger Mountain Celestial Master's Mansion is still famous overseas.

"I need someone to make me a Taoist robe, same style as the purple Taoist robes worn by those old Celestial Masters at the Dragon Tiger Mountain Celestial Master's Mansion.

Can you find someone to make it?"

During this time he'd gone to the Los Angeles Taoist Association wanting to buy one; although he'd mentally prepared, he was still somewhat disappointed when refused.

They didn't not have a Purple Robe — there was exactly one, and it was brought from the East after being registered, the ceremonial robe of the Los Angeles Taoist Association Chairman.

How could anyone possibly sell it! He naturally got the cold shoulder, almost got thrown out.

Thinking it over, domestic ones should be similar — even if they exist, who'd dare sell! There are plenty on online shopping platforms, but the styles, patterns and designs are all wrong.

He was also helpless; his own Los Angeles Zhi Zhong Gongyin required a Purple Robe sacrifice to be used, it wasn't just any piece of purple clothing.

This was very troublesome! Hujian, what he's most famous for is shoes, second is clothes, last is Guangdong people... meat.

As for what kind of shoes, who knows what kind of shoes, anyway as long as they're more comfortable and better quality than the genuine article it's fine.

Clothes too, so the moment the Fuzhou Bang Red Pole called him he suddenly thought of it like a flash of lightning: if he couldn't buy one he could just have a new one made!

As for who would make it, Fuzhou Bang was a very good choice; Hujian people make things that can be even more genuine than the genuine article.

"Purple Daoist Robe?"

Red Pole Ayu confirmed again: "Mr. Chen, you mean you want to make a piece of that kind of Purple Daoist Robe worn by the Celestial Master or High Merit of the Dragon Tiger Mountain Celestial Master's Mansion?"

"Yes!"

Chen Yaozu's one-word response made Ayu on the phone rejoice; usefulness means value of existence.

"Alright, Mr. Chen, I'll definitely help you get this done as soon as possible!"

Ceng Hongbing in Florida is now facing a life-and-death test; you dare imagine a sky-piercing earth-connecting tornado larger than the area of a small town.

You dare imagine, these wooden houses in Florida, where the tornado passes, are no different from paper-pasted ones, all flying into the sky.

His neighbor, a thin White Man old lady, forcibly pulled him to her own home's dug-out cellar, evading the tornado that destroyed their houses.

But the flood after the tornado directly submerged the cellar.

Ceng Hongbing pulled the old lady desperately swimming out of the cellar, but the White Man old lady had already passed away.

A week later, communications here barely recovered, a call was dialed out: "Yaozu, can you help me get a batch of large garbage bags? I need a lot of garbage bags to pack bodies!"

(Chapter End)