Chapter 858 - 858: Little Pellets

Though curious, Xiao Feng still informed Ji Liangcai about the specifics concerning Xiuzhi.

In a way, he greatly admired the spirit within the other person.

Not stuck in the past, always considering the problems that need facing now.

Such people are very realistic, and realism has its advantages, such as an extremely high level of self-awareness.

Simply put, knowing what one should do, should not do, can do, and cannot do.

Moreover, such individuals often possess strong adaptability and logical reasoning skills.

Just like Ji Liangcai dared to communicate with Xiao Feng in this way, never treating their interaction as being friendly.

"That's roughly the situation, you don't have to force yourself, even if you regret now, I won't silence you," Xiao Feng said calmly.

"Xiao bro, what are you saying?" Ji Liangcai said with a sycophantic smile, "I'm grateful for Xiao bro finding me work; how can I regret it?

Besides, I've gotten used to it over the years, never worked more than a year anywhere; it's good to change places."

Xiao Feng laughed, "You have a very open-minded view. Send me your account number; I'll first give you thirty thousand as a deposit. Once the task is accomplished, the remaining seventy thousand will be yours without deduction."

"Thank you, Xiao bro!" Ji Liangcai chuckled, "Xiao bro is obviously someone who does big things, generous indeed."

"Aren't you curious about what I do?" Xiao Feng asked with a smile.

Ji Liangcai shook his head, "Saying I'm not curious would be a lie, but knowing too much doesn't benefit me.

I prefer being a nobody, not talented enough to make big money, just quietly earning some small gains is enough, I'm quite content."

Xiao Feng said no more and transferred thirty thousand yuan to Ji Liangcai, then made a call to Shi Yong before leaving the cemetery with his team.

On the way back, everyone showed signs of exhaustion, leaning back in their seats and falling asleep.

Passing by Central Hospital, Xiao Feng dropped off Zheng Wei.

Zheng Wei, with a curved knife stuck in him, was unfazed, while the nurses and doctors were quite shocked.

Having practiced medicine for so long, it was the first time seeing someone walking into a hospital with a knife in their body, yet remaining so calm and composed.

Arriving at Jinyue Garden, everyone got out of the car and went home.

Upon seeing two corpses in the yard, they all looked at Xiao Feng incredulously.

This person said someone would attack at night, and indeed someone came to launch an attack.

Xiao Feng recognized the two individuals and sent a notification to Hua Ling via WeChat before quickly heading into the house.

Although the deaths of these two suggested that the family shouldn't have major issues, there were many treasures in the basement, and those things couldn't be lost!

Just as Xiao Feng was about to enter, a little girl suddenly leaped out, "Don't come in! The house is poisoned."

"The house... is poisoned?" Xiao Feng hadn't quite reacted, looking at the wide-open doors and windows, becoming even more puzzled.

"Xiao Feng brother, wait a moment; I'll get you the antidote."

Saying that, the little girl ran to the living room and came back with a red pill, feeding it to Xiao Feng.

"What's going on?" Xiao Feng swallowed the pill and asked.

The prepared little girl animatedly explained the situation from start to finish.

Xiao Feng knowingly nodded, sighing, "I'll go check on old Zhao first."

"Xiao Feng brother, there's something I've been thinking about for a long time but still can't figure out." The girl said, following behind with a puzzled expression.

"What is it? Let's hear it."

"In the past, the instructors at Devil's Concentration Camp seemed formidable; why do they appear like rookies this time? It's like they're deliberately sending themselves to die."

Xiao Feng was speechless for a while, then explained, "It's not that they've gotten weaker, it's that you've gotten stronger.

Still, don't get arrogant; even among instructors, there are differences in strength. The two people who came this time are only of average level."

"Mm-hmm, I won't be arrogant!" The girl chuckled sweetly.

After addressing the girl's inquiry, Xiao Feng shifted his gaze to Zhao Guo'an, lying on the couch seemingly asleep, asking, "Was the poison neutralized?"

"Neutralized," Sun Shijie nodded, though his expression was quite odd.

The more Xiao Feng observed, the more bewildered he grew, pondering a moment before continuing to ask, "How was it neutralized?"

"Using poison to counter poison," Sun Shijie replied sullenly.

"..." Xiao Feng.

He really wanted to ask if there was anything else you could do besides using poison to counter poison?

The little girl pulled Xiao Feng aside, whispering, "I forgot to mention, do you know how they use poison to counter poison?"

"I wasn't there, so how would I know?"

"It was done with the excrement of snow centipedes."

"..." Xiao Feng.

He sincerely didn't know what to say, words seemed inadequate, which summed his thoughts: Zhao Guo'an, you are a pitiable man!

Previously deceived in the underworld by being told to eat scorpion poop and drink bat urine as poison countering measures.

That was just kidding, but now, though Zhao Guo'an avoided scorpion poop, he ultimately couldn't escape centipede poop.

What kind of "good" luck is this?

About ten minutes later, Zhao Guo'an opened his heavy eyelids, furrowing his brow and asking, "Was I knocked out?"

Xiao Feng looked at him sympathetically and truthfully said, "First knocked out, then poisoned, and finally consumed..."

He didn't finish, and Zhao Guo'an interrupted irritably, "I don't want you to tell me; someone else, tell me what really happened."

"Let me do it, I'm the best at storytelling!" The little girl volunteered.

"Not you!" Zhao Guo'an rolled his eyes, seeking answers from Zhen Jinghan.

"Here's what happened, you..." Zhen Jinghan began but quickly hesitated, stopping several times before saying, "Let's discuss it back home."

She couldn't bear to see Zhao Guo'an mocked collectively, even if everyone meant no harm.

Zhao Guo'an didn't appreciate this gesture, complaining, "Just say it directly, everyone here witnessed whatever happened; no need to cover up."

This perfectly illustrated how some people are beyond heavenly intervention.

In a resigned tone, Zhen Jinghan explained, "After you fainted, the two who knocked you out were taken care of. However, someone slipped into the basement afterward, luckily Sun Shijie had set off poison smoke inside.

Later we carried you inside, but forgot to give you the antidote, so you were poisoned while unconscious."

"And then?" Zhao Guo'an pressed for more details.

Zhen Jinghan weighed her words, finally deciding to say, "When giving the antidote became impossible, Sun Shijie had no choice but to counter poison with poison."

"How was the poison countered?" Zhao Guo'an insisted on knowing more, oblivious that he was venturing further down a path of collective mockery.

With a slight change in expression, but having come this far, Zhen Jinghan answered, "It was with the tiny grains produced by the snow centipede."

This statement was quite artistically phrased.

Grasping the context, Zhao Guo'an's face immediately turned white. He rolled his eyes and fainted once more.