Chapter 128: The commission from the black market

Although Lin Feng’s face was pale, he still smiled gently and nodded, behaving as obediently as he usually did.

The Bai family were good people. Even though they had their suspicions, none of them treated him differently or showed any hostility toward him. They must have noticed it long before, but they all treated him well regardless of their suspicion.

He had caused them trouble more than once after possessing this body.

Yet, they only expressed concern, never anger or dissatisfaction.

"You look so pale. You must have been frightened by what happened today. Do you want to sleep with your brothers tonight?"

Lin Feng shook his head.

"No need. I’ll be fine. Maybe going to the temple tomorrow will help calm my nerves."

A faint trace of irony flashed through his eyes, but he quickly lowered his lashes to hide it.

He had already made his decision.

Tomorrow, if the gods had truly made a mistake and decided to expel her soul from this body, then so be it. It would be his loss, this blessing from the gods were indeed a mistake.

Things would be returned to how they were supposed to be.

But if Madam Lin’s soul was not expelled, if he was still the one who remained, then...

The boy lowered his lashes, sliced of a piece of meat, and ate it in his usual elegant and refined movements.

Then it meant that he was not meant to disappear at all. That this body was his.

Lin Feng was making a gamble, with his life at stake. If he survived, then he would live as he pleased.

....

Earlier that day, April 8, at 1 p.m., at a luxury hotel on the outskirts of Beijing.

"Here is the key to your room, Mr. Qian. Please enjoy your stay."

The receptionist politely bowed her head as she handed the key to the potbellied man standing in front of her.

Mr. Qian waved his hand dismissively before heading toward the elevator, his arm still wrapped around the waist of his female companion.

About half an hour later, he came downstairs alone, his face dark with anger. His female companion was nowhere to be seen.

He left the hotel and angrily instructed his bodyguards to stay behind and keep watch over the disobedient woman. He then told them that he was going to the nearby golf club to cool off and ordered them not to follow him.

The car had barely started toward the private golf club when one of its tires suddenly burst.

"Young Master, please remain in the car. I’ll check the tires and call the guards over first."

The chauffeur got out to inspect the damaged tire.

He had just crouched down and was about to pull out his phone when he heard the car door open, followed by approaching footsteps.

Looking up, he hurriedly advised, "Young Master, please get back inside the car..."

Before he could finish speaking, the chauffeur suddenly collapsed.

Mr. Qian lowered the hand holding the tranquilizer gun and walked toward the roadside, casually whistling a tune.

He had deliberately chosen this stretch of road because it was outside the coverage of SkyNet’s surveillance system.

’This commission is pretty easy,’ he mused.

A few minutes later, a motorcycle came speeding down the highway, heading out of the city.

Just as it was about to make a turn, a car suddenly appeared from the opposite direction and crashed straight into it.

"Damn it! Are you fucking blind?!"

The person driving the car angrily stepped out and strode toward the helmeted man groaning on the ground.

He was dressed in flashy clothes, with expensive jewelry shining on his body and a luxurious watch on his wrist.

Without giving the fallen motorcyclist a chance to get up, he raised his foot and kicked him hard in the stomach.

The helmeted man doubled over in pain, clutching his abdomen.

"You low-class bastard! You dare to ride this piece of garbage and crash into my car in broad daylight? Are you tired of living?!"

’You’re the one who crashed into me, bastard!’

Hearing the man’s accusations, killing intent flashed through the eyes beneath the helmet.

Just as he was about to reach into his pocket, the man standing over him suddenly shouted, "Hold him down, brothers! Don’t let this bastard leave until he compensates us for the damage!"

Several pairs of hands immediately grabbed the helmeted man, pinning him to the ground. They tore off his helmet before roughly dragging him toward the car.

Only then did the man realize that something was wrong.

"Who are you people? You’re not ordinary scammers!"

He was forcibly thrown into the car.

His reflexes were quick. Before his body even landed on the seat, he reached into his pocket, intending to take out his tranquilizer gun.

However, the moment he moved, the black muzzle of a gun was pointed directly at his face.

The man froze.

A gun?!

In a country where firearms were strictly prohibited and tightly controlled, someone had actually pulled one out so casually!

Were these people from the military or the underworld?

He had no time to think further. Before he could react, he felt a sharp prick at the back of his neck.

His vision quickly darkened, and he lost consciousness.

The man holding the gun gave a whistle.

A large dog that had been hiding behind the car immediately leaped forward and landed beside the unconscious man. It sniffed him all over before finally barking three times, its tail wagging excitedly.

"My Imperial Lordship is truly amazing! Your nose found the man all the way here."

The man holding the gun grinned and reached out to pat the dog’s head.

The dog affectionately rubbed its head against his palm, its tongue lolling out of its mouth.

The other men quickly tied up the unconscious target and contacted their companions.

"Yes, we’ve got him. What about the medicine?"

"Cola has finished spreading it around the designated area. We’ve already left the location."

"Good. Everything is in place, then. Let’s return and report to the boss."

The men who had been posing as thugs quickly disposed of the motorcycle by throwing it into the thick bushes beside the road. They then got into their respective vehicles and left one after another.