Chapter 1579: The Brakes... Seem to Have Failed

Feng Fuce pondered, “Three years, what do you plan to do with them?”

Master Zeng chuckled.

“Back then, when I was just a cowherd boy, my wife wasn’t put off by my poverty and married me without complaint. Even after we got rich, I didn’t let her live a good life and constantly sought out women outside to anger her.”

“Now, even though she refuses to forgive me or see me, I still want to spend some quality time with her. I know that after this life, even if we pass each other in the next, we might not recognize one another. So, three years is enough for me.”

Feng Fuce looked at him for a moment and nodded, “Alright, I’ll give you three years.”

“However, for now, I don’t want your position or your company; I need you to help me with something.”

Master Zeng immediately agreed, “Please, go ahead, President Feng.”

Feng Fuce said, “Help me find someone. I’ll give you their characteristics later.”

As a renowned entrepreneur, Master Zeng’s extensive connections make it easier for him to locate someone than it would be for Feng Fuce and Bai Zhi’er.

After all, finding the reincarnation of an Ancient High God is no easy task.

Feng Fuce at least sensed the aura of seven different High Gods emanating from the same time and space.

This only suggests that, during reincarnation, High Gods, in a form of self-preservation or for the purpose of cultivation, divided their soul into several parts to reincarnate.

But the Primordial Spirit can only follow one main body.

So Feng Fuce plans to have Master Zeng investigate first, and then they will eliminate the possibilities one by one.

At that moment, a bodyguard’s trembling voice came from the front: “Boss… the brakes… seem to have failed.”

Master Zeng’s brow twitched.

The bodyguard was forced to remove his hands from the steering wheel, yet the wheel continued to turn on its own.

Sometimes frantically to the left, then abruptly veering to the right.

The accelerator made a roaring sound.

Master Zeng cursed, “Idiot! Release the gas pedal!”

The bodyguard bent his knee and lifted his foot, “I’m not stepping on it!”

The accelerator was moving on its own…

The stretched Lincoln began to drift and fishtail on the dark mountain road.

Master Zeng was terrified to the point of having a heart attack.

Bai Zhi’er and Feng Fuce exchanged looks.

They both glanced at Feng Linxing, who was sitting in between them, his eyes fixated on the steering wheel.

The little one had a playful smile on his lips and a look of unprecedented interest in his slender, charming phoenix eyes.

Clearly, he found this toy much more enjoyable than the Prison Beast because it completely obeyed his willful control.

Just as the car was about to plunge off a cliff, Bai Zhi’er gently embraced her son and covered his eyes.

At that same moment, Feng Fuce lightly tapped the car door, and the entire vehicle came to an abrupt halt.

Master Zeng and the bodyguard were ghostly pale with fright.

Feng Linxing was somewhat dissatisfied, “Mother!”

He hadn’t had enough fun yet!

Even Prison Beasts could fly, and he was just about to see if this metal creature could too.

Bai Zhi’er looked down, saying, “Stop fooling around, this thing can’t handle being played with.”

Feng Linxing pouted, “Fine, got it.”

He’d have to buy one of his own to play with next time!

Master Zeng’s breathing became labored, while Feng Fuce calmly asked him, “Are you alright? Do you need me to call 911 to prepare for resuscitation? But don’t worry, I promised you three more years. Even if your organs fail, I’ll make sure you last three years.”

Master Zeng weakly waved his hand.

“No need… I’ll just take a moment to recover…”

If he went to 911, it would be the headline news by tomorrow.

Master Zeng in critical condition—it would be a significant blow to the stocks and the company.