Chapter 885 - 885: Clearing Out the Small Fry

This segment was insisted upon by Xiao Feng.

At the time, the people responsible for the show planning all subtly indicated that such a design could potentially affect the overall effect.

After all, imitating Sun Wukong was completely unrelated to the previously planned program, and it significantly lowered the classiness.

It's like at a concert, where you often see pianos, violins, and saxophones being played, rather than gongs, drums, and suonas.

However, Xiao Feng was "stubborn" and insisted on adding this segment.

The planners had no temper and could only choose to bow their heads and compromise.

However, looking at the expressions on the audience's faces, listening to the continuous applause.

The planners backstage looked at each other, all feeling a sense of embarrassment.

The main thing was that no one expected Aspergillus oryzae, at such an old age, to be able to perform such difficult moves.

What they further could not imagine was that Xiao Feng did this not in pursuit of any program effect...

While the whole audience was mesmerized by Aspergillus oryzae's eye-catching performance, the Martial Monks mingling in the crowd instructed their temporary subordinates to disperse and start looking for suspicious persons in the venue.

"Have mercy, please, have mercy..."

At the back of the crowd, Old Ha was walking and bowing as he went.

But few people noticed him, and even those who did would turn their heads as if they hadn't seen him.

It's not that no one was compassionate, but the scene was so bustling that his voice couldn't be heard at all.

And Xiao Feng had strictly forbidden him from mingling with the crowd or making physical contact, which resulted in Old Ha not begging a single cent so far.

"Damn it, can't anyone just look at me?" Old Ha cursed in his heart.

Just then, a shifty-looking young man emerged from the crowd.

He glanced left and right, put his hand in his pocket, took out a string of firecrackers, and reached into his pants pocket with the other hand, presumably for a lighter.

Old Ha took two steps in one fell swoop, rushing directly behind the young man, slapped him heavily on the shoulder, and shouted loudly, "Hey! Your Uncle Ha is here!"

Terrified, the young man jerked, and the firecrackers fell from his hand, but before he could turn around, he felt a pain in his waist, as if pricked by a needle.

Then, to his horror, he found his hands and feet starting to go numb and gradually becoming unresponsive.

Three seconds later, he was stiff where he stood, able only to blink and do nothing else.

"Messing around with your shady schemes in front of your Uncle Ha, you must be out of your mind!" Old Ha cursed while picking up the firecrackers on the ground and stuffing them back into the young man's pocket.

Along the way, he rummaged through all the young man's pockets, confiscating his phone and wallet, not even sparing a fifty-cent coin.

Bagging his spoils, Old Ha reverted to his woeful demeanor, continuing to search for his next target.

Luckily, this was at the end of the crowd where few would notice, and even if seen, no one would suspect anything, likely thinking a beggar was asking for donations.

Similar scenes were also occurring in the crowd.

Only compared to Old Ha's "openly blatant" approach with shouting and pocketing, they were more discreet.

There were no significant movements, just a sedative needle prick, and then they'd leave.

The music drew to a close, and Aspergillus oryzae bowed to thank the audience all around.

But just as he turned eastward, no one noticed a small Silver Needle shot from his staff, striking a man in a down jacket and cotton hat fifteen meters away right in the chest.

"Report, Group A neutralized three!

Report, Group B neutralized five!

Report, Group C neutralized two!

Report..."

In their earpieces, the Martial Monks reported back their combat results one after another according to their group numbers.

Xiao Feng calculated, this wave they dealt with a total of thirty-three people, hardly noticeable in a crowd of thousands.

But think about it carefully, if they really let them ignite their firecrackers which could emit foul-smelling spray, the impact could be huge.

"One more!" someone heckled from below the stage.

With someone leading, followers weren't hard to find.

In just a few words, many started shouting, strongly demanding another performance from Aspergillus oryzae.

The emcee walked up to the stage and said with a smile, "Watching a show is like having a meal; dishes must come one by one, and so must the shows. Next, how about we have a prize draw?"

"Yes!" someone cheered immediately.

"Those who have seen the flyers should know about this lottery event, but I'll reveal a bit in advance for everyone.

This first prize is significant, valued at no less than a hundred thousand dollars. To become this lucky person, please take out your phones now and scan the QR code on our flyer.

Or open WeChat, search for 'Wind, Flower, Snow, Moon Flagship Store', follow the official account, and click on the lottery event below to participate.

The countdown for our prize draw lasts one minute, so hurry up, seize the opportunity, it won't come back!"

When the emcee finished speaking, the sound "click, click" resembling the ticking of a second hand came out of the speakers, and a sixty-second countdown appeared on the big screen.

The audience all anxiously took out their phones, with grumbling voices repeatedly surfacing.

Some complained that the lottery was too sudden with no time for reaction and preparation, others cursed their slow phones wishing they had changed them earlier, and there were even those who forgot their phones or had no battery starting to curse loudly.

However, no matter the complaint, the timer wouldn't pause for even a second, and most people acted swiftly.

Taking advantage of this period, the Martial Monks began searching more carefully.

Aspergillus oryzae on the high stage watched like a hawk, scanning for suspicious individuals in the crowd and notifying the closest group via wireless microphone.

Xiao Feng muttered, "Just one more wave, should suffice."

Of course, he wasn't naive enough to think the Bai Family only had these preparations.

In this and the previous wave, only small fish were cleared, but there would certainly be more actions ahead.

Looking down at the time, Xiao Feng's lips curled into a smile: "Around this time, Bai Huanyu should also be on his way..."

...

The Bai Family.

Bai Huanyu sat upright in the courtyard, with a sandalwood table beside him, upon which were placed a teacup, teapot, and a thread-bound edition of The Book of Changes.

With eyes closed and his waist not resting against the chair back, he asked, "What time is it?"

Behind him, Bai Tieniu quickly glanced at the time and replied, "Nine seventeen."

"Almost nine thirty, it's time to depart." Bai Huanyu stood up, his gaze sharp, exuding vigor.

Bai Tieniu draped a coat over his shoulders, saying, "You must be careful, Xiao Feng inviting you to cut the ribbon surely harbors bad intentions."

"That's true, but also not." Bai Huanyu shook his head with a chuckle: "Nowadays, everyone influential in Jiangcheng knows we don't see eye to eye. He's using this invitation to display his magnanimity.

This move isn't particularly clever, but I have to go, otherwise, I'd seem small-minded."