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Chapter 1015 - Chapter 1015: Chapter 1015: Hua Hua's Ambition

Chapter 1015: Chapter 1015: Hua Hua’s Ambition

Feng Jun was not surprised at all when the other party mentioned the name “Bai Chuanmu.”

Since they knew about the “Overseas Wanderer’s Association,” and Bai Chuanmu was a member of this organization and had interacted with Zhuang Shuai, his disappearance for over a month since the New Year was not unusual.

Feng Jun blinked and shook his head firmly, “This name… I’ve never heard anyone mention it before, I take responsibility for what I say.”

Indeed, he had never heard anyone mention it; what he had heard was “Bai Mu,” while “Bai Chuanmu” was what he found from his mobile phone, and he was the first to mention it, so it wasn’t something “heard from others.”

The security guard gave him a doubtful look, wanting to say something but dared not to.

Seeing this, Elder Yu slowly asked, “What about this Bai Chuanmu? Does he have any relation to Bai Chuanyi?”

“Whether he has a relationship with Bai Chuanyi… I am not very clear,” the security guard answered awkwardly, “But this Bai Chuanmu has been missing for over thirty days. Before his disappearance, he had contact with Zhuang Shuai.”

There were indeed some unverified rumors, but it wasn’t appropriate to mention them now–not only would it irritate Feng Jun, but if spoken incorrectly, it could also put the elder into a passive position.

But what kind of person was Elder Yu? Despite suffering a stroke, he understood more than most–having seen so much, he could guess fairly accurately even with his eyes closed. He glared at Feng Jun, “You killed him, didn’t you?”

Feng Jun shook his head and replied very clearly, “No, if I wanted someone dead, there are many ways to do it.”

His words were no bluff; Bai Chuanmu had not died by his hand–he committed suicide.

“Humph,” Elder Yu snorted disdainfully, very assertively implying, “It must be connected to you.”

This kind of intuition also counts, but the older generation had seen all kinds of demons and monsters; they might wrong people occasionally, but definitely not often.

Feng Jun had previously investigated Elder Yu and knew he was not a simple man, having personally killed close to a hundred people, many of which were internal purges, not killed on the battlefield but by close comrades.

Thus, to the old man, life and death were quite ordinary matters–if someone deserved death, let them die; if not, he would be warm to such acquaintances.

Hence, Feng Jun didn’t argue, as he could guess that the old man didn’t care if he killed this guy–this was someone who deserved to die.

He just smiled, “When will Qi Wukui’s money be brought?”

“Trying to change the subject?” Elder Yu looked at him contemptuously, “Feeling guilty? Or is it a threat?”

“What guilt should I feel?” Feng Jun laughed, “I’m planning a long trip soon; if he wants to settle things, he should pay up quickly. I emphasize… I won’t wait specially for him.”

Hearing this, the security guard pondered that he seemed eager to go out for revenge.

So he looked at Elder Yu and tentatively spoke, “Master Feng, even if you go out, do you need to be so high-profile?”

Elder Yu glared at him fiercely, then finally spoke, “When are you planning to leave… can you wait?”

“I can wait,” Feng Jun nodded slightly, “But… three days. I am not going out for revenge; I have lots of business.”

“That’s fine, then,” Elder Yu decisively agreed, “Just three days.”

Feng Jun then fed him half a Body Tempering Pill–Elder Yu’s foundation was quite strong; even now, he could withstand half a Body Tempering Pill, almost comparable to a normal elderly man.

The effect was very good; an hour later, Elder Yu entered the bathroom in the front building again, “You say… after taking so many medicines, why is my body still so dirty as if it can’t be washed clean?”

“It is detoxing,” the health care physician, now a fervent admirer of Feng Jun after these days, replied, his previous dissatisfaction long gone, “Elder Chief, your stroke was caused by too much accumulated impurities in your body.”

Elder Yu snorted unsatisfied, “You could just say I’m filthy.”

After a while, he added, “Let the fourth brother know, Qi Wukui’s money better come soon, or I won’t care anymore.”

The health care physician wasn’t qualified to comment on this matter, so he just honestly relayed the message.

Shortly after, Yu Zhiyuan’s phone call came in, “Dad, five billion, within three days?”

“I wish I could delay it for a year,” Elder Yu replied irritably, “Just ask her, is her husband’s life worth five billion?”

After hanging up the phone, he chuckled self-deprecatingly, “Ah, getting old… everyone has their own thoughts now…”

Back then, at the Yu Family, wasn’t he one whose word was law? Although nobody dares to question him now, as days pass, his authority has, after all, diminished.

Nevertheless, to put it mildly, this was just a grouse; he just isn’t as intimidating as before. After speaking his mind, that very evening, Yu Zhiyuan made a call to Yang Yuxin.

Qi Wukui couldn’t immediately gather five hundred million. It might be possible in three days, but it would be extremely tough and cause a big stir, so Yu Zhiyuan asked Yang Yuxin if a direct transfer to the company under her control could work instead.

He didn’t know that Feng Jun had borrowed money from Director Yang. He just subconsciously thought that since she had a good relationship with Master Feng, these financial transactions might play a significant role.

Yang Yuxin didn’t agree to it immediately, as she wasn’t sure what Feng Jun meant by his request.

Upon hearing this, Feng Jun expressed total acceptance; he owed Yang Yuxin about seven hundred million–mainly expenses incurred by Chaoyang, always fronted by Director Yang. At that time, he was short of money, and now if he had money and didn’t repay, that would be outrageous.

The same old saying, he doesn’t have much use for money; small amounts or something needed soon, but for large amounts, Gold could directly be used to settle the account.

Less than five minutes after Yu Zhiyuan hung up, Yang Yuxin called him, agreeing to process it. After he hung up again, he frowned and muttered, “Even for such a trivial matter, she needs to see what Feng Jun thinks?”

Regardless, once things were settled, Yang Yuxin received the money the next day. That very afternoon, Qi Wukui was sent to Luohua by a luxury coach.

During this process, there was a minor dispute. Qi Wukui’s wife insisted on inviting Feng Jun to the Provincial People’s Hospital, believing her husband was too ill to withstand any movement. “If we want to leave the hospital, they want us to sign a liability waiver.”

Feng Jun, however, was very firm. He declared through Yang Yuxin, “If you don’t come, I’ll return the money.”

The coach entered Luohua, still causing a stir, but Elder Yu personally intervened, “Stop the fussing. Can’t you see my security is blocked outside?”

The coach was driven into the estate by Gao Qiang, but Qi Wukui’s wife insisted on following, and after some thought, Feng Jun agreed to her request.

This time, the coach didn’t stop at the pavilion near pump one, but drove directly into the villa courtyard.

Then Feng Jun asked everyone to get off the bus, including Qi Wukui’s wife, who angrily demanded to know why. However, Feng Jun showed no intention of answering, and eventually, Yu Qingzhu persuaded her aside.

The next moment, security pointed to something in the distance and shouted–a snow-white butterfly carrying a bundle of Ai herb flew towards them.

What made Feng Jun both cry and laugh was that the butterfly was up to mischief again–sporting a white cap with a sloppily drawn red cross on its antennae.

It was really “worn” on the antennae, the little cap had been punctured to fit but hadn’t fallen over its eyes, otherwise, it would have covered them, making it look like an “H.”

Qi Wukui’s wife had never seen such a scene. Believing herself overwhelmed and hallucinating, she rubbed her eyes, took another careful look, and then screamed, fainting right away.

Even Elder Yu and the others were taken aback. Although they had been living here for half a month, their activities had been restricted to a small courtyard, never encountering Hua Hua.

Luckily, they had heard rumors about a Butterfly bearing Ai herb in this estate. And since Feng Jun admitted it, while they were shocked, they didn’t faint from fright.

Feng Jun transmitted his thoughts annoyedly, “What are you doing?”

“Treating illnesses,” Hua Hua answered righteously, “Didn’t you say these people won’t spread the word about supernatural powers? Then I must dress the part.”

Indeed, Feng Jun had discussed this matter with Elder Yu–who had initiated the conversation, hoping he would share more knowledge on cultivation and assured confidentiality with solid reasons.

But Feng Jun was so stubborn. Believing there was no need to mention it, he instead advised–“Some things are better unknown. Don’t you think so, Elder Yu? Knowing too much only leads to trouble.”

So today, Feng Jun wasn’t afraid to openly call Hua Hua over, but its antics were beyond his expectations, “Are you so afraid that people won’t know you’re a spirit?”

Hua Hua replied nonchalantly, “Even if I am a spirit, I am a benevolent one that saves lives and helps the wounded. It’s time to redeem the reputation of kind spirits.”

“You have big ambitions,” Feng Jun rolled his eyes unimpressed.

After Hua Hua boarded, Feng Jun immediately shut the coach door, and the video inside the coach had been switched off beforehand. Then he looked at everyone, “Shall we go inside for some tea?”

The healthcare doctor pointed at the coach, unbelievingly speaking, “Master, is this… a butterfly treating illness?”

Feng Jun, knowing the doctor had become a fan, just smiled at him, “Feeling a bit ashamed? A butterfly more capable than you? I tell you, such a butterfly, you can’t find another in the whole world.”

“Definitely not a second one,” the healthcare doctor nodded lost in wonder, “Its very existence is uncanny.”

Suddenly, Yu Qingzhu raised a question, “Brother Qiang, has this butterfly also undergone cultivation?”

She never liked Feng Jun but managed to speak a few words with Gao Qiang thanks to Xia Xiaoyu. Xia Xiaoyu came to Luohua purely to accompany her, not staying the night and not arriving every day, like today.