Chapter 138 - Waiting for the Rabbit

Ye Chenfeng casually carried the corpses of Song Zhong and the middle-aged fat man, quickly running out of the trade market.Since the trade market was located in a border area, most of the surrounding places were deserted, Ye Chenfeng stopped in a thicket, and tossed the corpses of Song Zhong and the middle-aged fat man into the bushes.

Taking out a lighter from his pocket, he ignited it and carelessly threw it onto the bodies of the two men, the red flames quickly turning into a raging fire.

As it was a wilderness, the fire could easily spread and might eventually cause a catastrophic blaze.

Therefore, Ye Chenfeng released his Level Five Soul Force, controlling the flames to burn only on the bodies of the two men, preventing the fire from spreading to the surrounding bushes.

The silver-white moonlight poured down from the night sky, and amidst the roaring flames, the continuous “sizzling” noise could be heard, probably the sound of body fat being vaporized.

Ye Chenfeng’s face was expressionless, having witnessed even more brutal scenes in his past life, he felt no pity for those he considered deserving of death.

Half an hour later, the corpses of Song Zhong and the middle-aged fat man had turned into a pile of charred skeletons, and with a sudden movement of his hands, Ye Chenfeng’s mighty Level Five Soul Force burst forth from his body.

“Bang bang” two sounds, the two originally intact skeletons instantly turned into countless fragments, scattered around the thicket.

In this way, even if the Songs found these bones to be Song Zhong’s, they would absolutely have no clue to suspect Ye Chenfeng.

“Huff~” Exhaling a breath of turbid air, Ye Chenfeng’s figure swept toward the direction of the trade market; he still needed to pick up the medicinal herbs that could help boost his Soul Force at Mao Kangping’s drugstore.

He also was worried about whether Mao Kangping had gotten into trouble because of the chaos he caused at Yishun Auction House.

As Ye Chenfeng reached the doorway of Mao Kangping’s drugstore, his sharp intuition warned him of lurking dangers, raising his alertness immediately.

If he was not wrong, Mao Kangping and Brother Hu might have met with unexpected trouble, but no matter what, he didn’t have the intention to flee immediately.

Setting aside the real strength of the owner behind Yishun Auction House, just the recognition he had for Mao Kangping was enough to prevent him from implicating the other due to his own actions.

This had always been his principle in life, to treat friends with utmost sincerity, and to be ruthless and decisive when facing enemies.

With a “bang,” Ye Chenfeng kicked open the door of the drugstore; as he did so, the lights inside the room suddenly turned on.

“The boss really guessed right, staying here waiting for the rabbit is indeed the simplest and most direct method.” A man was sitting right in the center of the room, wasn’t this the person who hosted the auction?

Behind him stood about twenty burly men, Brother Hu and Mao Kangping were bound up with hemp ropes by them, their faces bore multiple bruises, and their clothes had become tattered and torn, clearly indicating they had been severely beaten by the people from Yishun Auction House.

Originally, Mao Kangping and Brother Hu were preparing to leave the border trade market to lay low, but just as they had finished packing and were about to depart, people from Yishun Auction House showed up without explanation, beat them up viciously, and then tied them up tightly and took them away.

When Brother Hu and Mao Kangping saw the figure of Ye Chenfeng appear, muffled “mmph mmph mmph” sounds came from their mouths, which were stuffed with cloth, believing that Ye Chenfeng was now their only hope, especially Mao Kangping who truly knew Ye Chenfeng’s capabilities.

“You’ve got quite the nerve, daring to cause trouble at our Yishun Auction House?” said the man seated in the chair, a hint of a smile on his lips, believing that the other party had walked right into a trap today.

Ye Chenfeng didn’t even spare the man a glance, because he sensed a powerful presence from the inner room, preliminarily judging that this person must be the behind-the-scenes boss of the Yishun Auction House.

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His position in the Yishun Auction House was second only to the behind-the-scenes boss, and just as he was about to hurl insults, Ye Chenfeng interrupted him with an icy voice, “What good is skulking around in hiding?

If you’re going to come out, then come out.

If not, get as far away from me as you can.”

“Young man, such an arrogant tone.

You should know that there are always bigger fishes out there,” the middle-aged man who emerged from the inner room said.

His face was square, with eyebrows like sharp swords, and his piercing eyes exuded a fierce aura.

This man was definitely not simple.

That was Ye Chenfeng’s first reaction upon seeing the middle-aged man.

“Young man, I can tell you’ve got some skill, but you’re probably too early to think about defeating me.

Maybe in a few years, you might have a chance to defeat me, but you won’t get that chance,” said the middle-aged man as his aura suddenly escalated several times over, making the twenty burly men beside him feel almost out of breath.

This middle-aged man was indeed the behind-the-scenes boss of Yishun Auction House, known to others as Third Master.

It was said that when the Yishun Auction House was first established in the border trade market, it also often had troublemakers come stir up issues.

However, the bodies of those troublemakers would be hung at their own front doors the next day, and over time, no one dared to cause trouble for Yishun Auction House again.

Ye Chenfeng raised the fifth level of his Soul Force to the limit within his body, his eyes constantly fixed on Third Master not far in front of him.

He had a feeling that with his current level of Soul Force, it was very likely he was no match for Third Master, but with matters having escalated to this point, even knowing he was no match, he had to brace himself and confront the situation.

He couldn’t just abandon Mao Kangping and Brother Hu, could he?

He truly couldn’t do such a thing.

“Aren’t you afraid of biting your tongue with your boastful talk?

Haven’t you heard that the new waves will push the old ones, and the old waves will perish on the sandy shores?” Ye Chenfeng maintained a relaxed exterior, but his heart was indeed heavy!

“Then let’s see the truth beneath our hands!

I want to see how many moves you can withstand under my hands!” Third Master flipped his arms and his clothes seemed to swell up, which made the bystanders’ faces turn even paler.

Mao Kangping, who was originally filled with confidence in Ye Chenfeng, began to feel uneasy after sensing Third Master’s aura.

“Kid, you’ll soon know that our boss is someone you can’t afford to provoke.

I really want to see the scene of your body being torn apart by our boss,” the man who had been sitting in the chair previously, now stood respectfully at Third Master’s side after the latter stepped out, taunting Ye Chenfeng sarcastically.

He had seen his boss tear a person’s body apart with his own hands before.