Thousands of miles away, in a remote town in southern Yunnan …
In the mountains, the scenery was picturesque. A villa was built halfway up the mountain. It was built according to the mountain, trying to preserve the original ecology of nature as much as possible and not destroy the trees and rocks.
In a wooden house, two people were sitting opposite each other. One was a young man, less than 30 years old, and the other was a middle-aged man, who looked to be in his 40s.
There was a pot of tea with a faint fragrance.
"What do you mean by what you just said?"
"Secretary Guo, I'm scared, really scared," the man said. "I'm sick, and so is my daughter. I thank you. If it weren't for your introduction, both of us might be lying in a hospital bed or even dead. As long as we can live, it doesn't matter how much money we have. I've already transferred the mountain."
Guo Zhenghe didn't say anything. He picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. He stared at the man in front of him for a long time.
"I see. You can go back."
"Thank you, Secretary Guo." The man got up and bowed to Guo Zhenghe.
"If you need me for anything else, please don't hesitate to let me know," the man said. "However, I can't do this."
Guo Zhenghe waved his hand. After the man left, he sat quietly in the room alone.
"Interesting!" After a long time, he finally said these three words.
In southern Yunnan, in a valley deep in the mountains, there was a village. There were continuous mountains on both sides. There was only one way to enter and exit the mountain.
On one side of the mountain, there were two men.
"Senior, this is not good," the man said. "If Uncle Master finds out, we'll be in trouble!"
"You're too careful, and you've underestimated Master," the man said. "He already knows. We just came out to take a breather. We didn't leave directly. Nothing will happen. At most, we'll have to face the wall for reflection for three months."
"More?"
"Why? Are you still thinking about revenge?"
"Of course, Master's revenge must be taken!"
"Wait a minute. What kind of person is that Wang Yao? Why is his cultivation so shocking?"
"I only know his name. My master's death is also related to him. If it wasn't for him …" Zhao Young-ho didn't continue. What happened that night was still vivid in his mind. His master wanted to take revenge, so it was inevitable that the villagers in that village would be hurt. Therefore, when the other party made his move, his methods were thunderous. They simply didn't have the ability to fight back.
"You won't be able to take revenge on him even if you practice for another ten years, unless your master is involved," the Miao Qingfeng said.
"There's no need to trouble Martial Uncle with this matter."
"Master hasn't left the mountain for five or six years. He has been cultivating in seclusion. I don't think he will go out for the next two years."
With a cry, a white crane flew into the sky from the village. Soon, it arrived above the two of them and circled around.
"Master asked us to go down. Let's go." The Miao Qingfeng said after staring at them for a while.
The two of them went down the mountain and came to the tallest wooden house in the valley. A man with a pale golden complexion was sitting cross-legged on a cattail hassock.
"I asked you to cultivate in seclusion. Why did you go up the mountain?"
"Master, haha, it's too boring to stay in the house all the time. Let's go out and get some fresh air," the slightly older Miao Qingfeng said with a smile.
"Want to go out and get some fresh air?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile.
"Yes."
"Good. It just so happens that I need someone reliable to do something. Just the two of you."
"What is it, Master?"
"There's a meat ganoderma. Bring it back for me."
"Meat ganoderma, Taisui fungus?!"
"Yes. It's not small. The location is here." The middle-aged man took out a piece of paper and handed it to him.
"Bring it back in one piece."
"Don't worry, Master."
"Be careful. Safety first."
"Got it. Let's go."
The two of them went out of the wooden house. The middle-aged man exhaled a long breath. It was a breath with a color. It was light yellow and somewhat strange. The breath only dissipated after it was three feet away from his body.
"Finally, we can go out and get some fresh air." The Miao Qingfeng spoke as he moved his body.
"South Yunnan is not far from here."
"Not far, more than 100 kilometers away. It's a small county on the edge. Pack up. We'll leave immediately."
"Immediately?"
"Yes. What if Master changes his mind?"
The two of them packed up some necessities as fast as they could and walked out of the village.
Outside the village was a dense jungle. There was a not very wide road in the jungle. It was not hardened in any way. One had to pass through this road to get in and out of the village. Most people relied on their feet or at most rode a horse. It had been like this for hundreds of years.
"Someone's there?" Zhao Young-ho seemed to have heard something. He suddenly stopped and looked into the depths of the jungle beside him.
"It's okay. It's the guardian of the village. He knows us."
"He's out on an order by the patriarch."
The jungle was quiet. There was no echo.
"Let's go."
The two of them continued to walk. After walking for nearly two hours, they saw a decent road. However, there were no cars on the road.
"Let's keep walking."
After walking for another hour, they saw an old car by the roadside. A man in his 50s leaned against the window and smoked.
"Uncle, can you give me a ride?"
"Mountain people?"
"Valley people."
"Get in the car."
The car started. It was shaking all over. Black smoke came out of it. It moved forward with a click.
"Uncle, you should change your car."
"Change what? I just checked this car this year."
"Can this pass?"
"Yes, what do you think?"
After driving for an hour, they finally arrived at the nearest town.
"Well, I'll send you here. You can think of a way on your own."
"Okay, thank you."
The uncle drove the trembling car back along the original road.
"Ah, let's find a place to have a drink first."
"Drink? Uncle still has things to do."
"It's okay. Someone is watching that thing!" The Miao Qingfeng smiled and waved his hand.
"I've been facing the wall for so long and haven't had a drink. My tongue is numb."
"Brother, we should drink less. It's not good for practice."
"Tsk, you are young, but you are very antique," the Miao Qingfeng said.
They found a restaurant in town and ordered a few dishes and two bottles of wine. The Miao Qingfeng held the bottle and drank directly from it. It looked like he was drinking mineral water.
"Ah, this is great!"
Thousands of miles away in Dao …
"The Hou family has been so quiet recently!" Sun Zhengrong stood by the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the scenery outside.
"I don't know why, but they seem to want to stop," Uncle Lin said behind him.
"Stop? This is not in line with their character and habits," Uncle Lin said. "Maybe they are waiting for the right time. After all, that person is very busy now. Maybe they don't want to cause trouble at this time."
"Yes."
"What's the matter with the Sihai Trading Company?"
"We are investigating," Uncle Lin said. "We already know that at least three people have been killed."
"So many?"
Uncle Lin asked. "Yes, one has been arrested, and the other two are out of town. They probably won't come back."
"What kind of business do they do?"
Uncle Lin asked. "They mainly do medicine business with a company in Dongying," Uncle Lin said.
"Dongying?" Sun Zhengrong was silent for a while.
"The person in charge of that company in Dao is called Musashi Kojiro, right? Did he commit a crime here last time?"
"Yes, he hurt a girl," Uncle Lin said.
"Cut off all business dealings with them immediately."
"Yes," Uncle Lin said.
"Also, get someone to follow him," Uncle Lin said.
"OK." Uncle Lin left the room, leaving Sun Zhengrong standing alone in front of the window and looking outside.
Knock, knock, knock. There was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Lin Sitao, who had just left, came in again.
"What's wrong, Uncle Lin?"
Sun Zhengrong asked. "We found someone selling organs," Uncle Lin said.
"Selling organs?" Sun Zhengrong's face immediately became gloomy.
"What does it have to do with us?"
Sun Zhengrong asked. "It's a secret person, who used to follow Hao," Uncle Lin said.
"With whom?"
Sun Zhengrong asked. "In Dongying," Uncle Lin said.
"You are courting death!" Sun Zhengrong said angrily.
"Arrange for Hao to investigate this matter carefully," Uncle Lin said. "Then go directly to Director Du!"
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