Chapter 113: Probing the Bottom

Cheng Feng indifferently crushed the surging Blood Qi on the soldier's body, yet Sui Ran remained completely unharmed.

Cheng Feng controlled the situation with ease and said in a steady tone, "Now, have you all seen clearly?"

Sui Ran was still somewhat dazed for a moment, but the soldier was the first to come to his senses; he immediately said respectfully, "Your cultivation is profound. I am Pang De, and I offer my thanks to you here."

Sui Ran also woke up as if from a dream, realizing that the other party was asking if he had seen the current situation clearly. He and his companions were so close to the other party that if the other party had intended to kill them, it would truly have been as easy as taking something out of a bag.

Sui Ran hurriedly cupped his hands in a bow and said sincerely, "Many thanks for your mercy."

Cheng Feng was quite satisfied with this result; it is a fool who has strength but does not use it, but accurately grasping the timing to succeed in one stroke is the most ideal.

Judging from the current situation, the effect was very significant.

Right now, the only person Wang Hu could contact and who dared to sell illicit salt was Sui Ran.

In fact, Cheng Feng had just had the thought of intercepting them halfway to wipe them out in one go; that would have been once and for all, simple and direct.

Moreover, according to his calculations, if he stood guard at a key intersection and had the eight hundred use bows and arrows to shoot them one by one, the outcome certainly would not have been bad.

After all, the other party only had about twenty people, and there were no experts among them at all. By all logic, they basically could not have escaped.

However, if he had really done that, the subsequent consequences would have been quite serious—the people behind Sui Ran would certainly have come to cause them trouble at any time.

At this very moment, Cheng Feng turned to look at the soldier Pang De beside him; the military aura emanating from him made Cheng Feng even more convinced of his inner conjecture: it was highly likely that a military man stood behind them.

This trouble was truly not small!

Plus, if he killed Sui Ran and his party, his own Fine Salt would completely lose its sales channel.

Without silver coming in, his life blueprint would also be affected.

Besides, there were a full fifty people in the Hong Sect who needed to be fed!

Thinking of this, Cheng Feng could not help but feel a headache. The framework that had been built with such difficulty must absolutely not fall apart because of this small matter!

In Cheng Feng's future plans, the Hong Sect had a great use! It was just a pity that now that he had good goods, he lacked a suitable sales channel, so it could only be like this.

Seeing that Sui Ran had already begun to soften, Cheng Feng was secretly happy, but he did not show it on his face. He knew that he could not push too hard at this time, otherwise, it might be counterproductive. Thus, he smiled slightly and signaled for Wang Hu to continue testing Sui Ran's bottom line.

Wang Hu immediately understood Cheng Feng's intention; he quickly sat back down at the table, a flash of cunning in his eyes. However, Sui Ran did not notice these details; he thought the crisis had passed, and his mood gradually relaxed.

Subsequently, the four of them raised their cups to drink together, and the tense, sword-drawn atmosphere from before seemed to be blown away by a breeze, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

After three rounds of drinks, Sui Ran felt he had drunk enough and took the initiative to propose leaving. Cheng Feng and Wang Hu looked at each other and both revealed satisfied smiles.

They did not put on airs anymore, but instead rose to see them off in a friendly manner, accompanying Sui Ran and his companions all the way to the door.

In the Outer Courtyard outside the door, the two groups of people were still guarding against each other, vigilant and silent, as if a storm were about to arrive. Everyone gripped the weapons in their hands, ready to pull out their gear and get to work at any second.

As a result, when the door slowly opened, everyone was stunned. They saw that the leaders of both sides were actually chatting happily, completely devoid of their previous hostile state.

This eerie atmosphere made everyone present feel very confused; they looked at each other, not knowing what had happened.

Wang Hu and the others acted as if they saw nothing, while Pang De waved his hand, signaling a retreat. The soldiers under him lived with Pang De day and night and had long since understood his intent; they quickly rose, neatly changing their formation, and retreated outward in an orderly manner.

They were both offensive and defensive, advancing and retreating with ease, which not only opened the eyes of the Hong Sect disciples but also made even Cheng Feng marvel.

The strength of a Martial Artist lies in the excellence of individual combat power, but a team that is so well-trained and coordinated in its movements and vigilance is extremely difficult to forge.

Cheng Feng's heart was full of envy, but at the same time, he kept a clear head.

These were, after all, the other party's forces and did not belong to him. The path of entrepreneurship is indeed arduous, but Cheng Feng was full of confidence in himself.

After showing a bit of strength, two situations might arise next: one is that both sides can resolve things peacefully and respect each other;

And the other is that if the preparations this time were insufficient, the next time they come, it probably won't be so easy.

However, this small problem would not affect the speed at which Cheng Feng makes money in the slightest.

As long as he earns enough money, even if he doesn't take this path later, it will be fine!

Cheng Feng was not sure what kind of situation this was, but in any case, this hurdle in front of him was considered passed.

But it seems that a business like Fine Salt cannot be done with such great fanfare.

Today it was Sui Ran who came, but it's not certain who will come next!

They are not his own people after all, so he must have other candidates.

The channel is firmly held by others, and what they are engaged in is an illegal business that cannot see the light of day; this truly makes one feel very passive and helpless.

However, from the information Sui Ran revealed, Cheng Feng keenly sensed that the market prospect for Fine Salt was quite considerable, which might be the only exciting good news at the moment.

Since Fine Salt has such a broad market demand, as its popularity gradually increases, will it attract more agents to join in, so that Cheng Feng can reduce his own risks?

Cheng Feng speculated in his heart, but for a moment, it was hard to be certain.

However, things having reached this point, he had also prepared for the worst—if the situation became urgent, he would just leave.

After all, there are many Hong Sect disciples, and the only ones who truly understand the situation are likely Wang Hu, Sun Gui, and Zhou Hai.

In this situation where people's hearts are unpredictable, Cheng Feng knew well that he must keep a few more cards up his sleeve to avoid falling into a state of no return.

Wang Hu and the other two know a lot of the inside story; if they always fight side-by-side with him, that would be fine;

But if they are people with ulterior motives, the consequences would be unimaginable. Therefore, Cheng Feng had to take precautions...

No one knew what choice Cheng Feng was making at this moment. Once things settled down, he let the disciples rest and arranged for Wang Hu, Sun Gui, and Zhou Hai to be responsible for the guard duty.

Subsequently, Cheng Feng returned to the Cheng Mansion as usual, holding the recently irresistible Zheng Ya tightly in his arms, indulging in pleasure, and going all out to improve his own cultivation realm.