pjbooks Chapter 150 Handing over to the state, controlling the property, that old fox, he really didn't
Chapter 150 Handing over to the state, controlling the property, that old fox, he really didn't
dead.
The last word, though light as a feather, struck Chen Yifan's heart with the weight of a mountain.
Is the box filled with [Key Fragment - Image]?
Hand it over to the state?
This option is as absurd as a bad joke.
A mysterious person with the face of "Shadow Demon," whose strength is unfathomable and whose actions are elusive.
How could someone come up with such a "pure and righteous" suggestion?
trap.
Chen Yifan's brain reached a conclusion in an instant.
This is definitely a trap.
He couldn't understand it, but he was 100% sure it was a trap.
If he refuses, he will undoubtedly die immediately.
No one told anyone he was back.
This guy named Lin Sen can find him anywhere in his world if he can block him at his doorstep.
The only option seems to be "do as instructed".
But the very act of "doing it" is the biggest problem.
How do I pay?
to whom?
In what capacity should we exchange them?
What kind of chain reaction will be triggered after it is handed over?
You can't exactly say, "Officer, I stole the Hundred-Image Space Ring right under your noses, and the key fragments you can't find are with me," can you?
Or rather...
What Lin Sen really wanted wasn't that so-called "Key Fragment - Phase".
What he wanted was the act of "handing it over to the Chinese government" itself.
He is using his own hands to play a grand game.
Countless thoughts exploded in Chen Yifan's mind, but a sense of relief at surviving a disaster slowly appeared on his face.
No action was taken.
This means there is still a chance.
I'll give you three days.
"If the authorities haven't received this 'anonymous gift from a kind citizen' in three days, I will come to collect it in person. And when I do, it won't just be the box I'm collecting."
The other party continued.
Chen Yifan's heart pounded wildly.
"it is good."
"A smart choice."
Lin Sen nodded in satisfaction.
He turned around, ready to leave, but then seemed to remember something and paused.
"Oh, right, there's one more thing."
His figure slowly faded into the night, as if he were about to blend into the air.
"That guy named Luo Tian is very interesting. His 'heretical' lineage, though incomplete, is very ancient."
"Also, I'll not be retrieving [Agern's Gaze] for the time being..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Sen's figure disappeared completely.
Along with the flickering, ethereal flowers at his feet, they all vanished into nothingness.
In the courtyard, only Chen Yifan remained, standing there like a stone sculpture.
Only when the night wind cooled the cold sweat on his body did he slowly exhale a breath of stale air.
The breath was long, as if it were trying to expel all the fear, anger, and resentment from the chest.
Lin Sen.
Shadow Fiend?
These two names weighed heavily on his heart like two mountains.
They saw right through me.
Even Luo Tian and the other party's lineage are fully understood.
Doesn't this mean that the other side knows everything about the Gobi Desert?
From beginning to end, I felt like an insect jumping around in a glass box…
The other party didn't even bother to pick up [Agern's Gaze].
It's not magnanimity, it's contempt.
It felt like saying, "You can play with this 'heretical' toy for now, but I can take it back anytime, along with your life."
Are you angry?
of course.
Are you unwilling to accept this?
Deep into the bone marrow.
But Chen Yifan knew better than anyone that in the face of an absolute difference in strength, all emotions were useless luxuries.
Being pragmatic is the only rule for survival.
He did not go home immediately.
Instead, it turned around and re-entered the shadows of the villa area.
He walked around his villa, again and again.
He brought his perception of "Mind's Eye" to its extreme, his mental power like the most precise radar, scanning every corner around him inch by inch.
He needs confirmation.
Has Lin Sen really left?
Or perhaps, the other party is somewhere, in a way he cannot comprehend, continuing to monitor him.
After more than ten minutes, nothing was found.
That sticky feeling of being stared at never returned.
It seems he's really gone...
Chen Yifan finally relaxed his tense nerves and pushed open the door to his home.
The warm light and the aroma of food wafted in, sweeping away the chill outside.
"Brother! You're back!"
Chen Xue's clear voice came from the living room, tinged with a hint of excitement.
Since her eyes recovered, she has been full of anticipation for everything.
"I'm back." Chen Yifan changed into slippers, his face already sporting his usual slightly lazy smile. "Mom, Xiaoxue, I'm back."
"It's been a week, and we haven't seen a trace of them. Where have they gone off to?"
Wang Shufen came out of the kitchen carrying a steaming plate of food, complaining as she spoke, but her eyes were full of concern.
"Your face is so pale, did you not eat properly again? Go wash your hands, we're waiting for you."
"Okay, Mom."
Chen Yifan went into the bathroom and turned on the tap.
The cold water washed over his hands and also washed away the chaotic thoughts in his mind.
In the mirror was a slightly pale young face.
But deep within those eyes lay a coldness and solemnity beyond her years.
Lin Sen's words echoed in his ears.
Submit.
It must be submitted.
Three days...
How do I pay?
Should it be anonymously mailed directly to the security agency?
No, it's too easy to be tracked, and there's a chance of something going wrong during the mailing process.
Left at the entrance of the security bureau?
Even more foolish, what if a passerby picks it up?
This item must be delivered precisely and without fail to the true high-ranking officials of the Dragon Kingdom.
Moreover, the entire process must absolutely not be related to the identity of "Chen Yifan".
Otherwise, it will be another bunch of trouble.
He turned off the tap and shook the water droplets off his hands.
In my mind, a figure with a cigarette in his mouth, wearing a wrinkled police uniform, and with tired eyes gradually became clear.
Wang Jianguo.
That is, Wang Qingyun.
Old Wang.
That seemingly lazy and unambitious grassroots police officer is actually the previous generation's guardian of the twelve zodiac animals of the Dragon Kingdom, and the biggest rival of the Dragon.
Having him handle it is the safest option.
But I can't just hand it over to him.
With Old Wang's sharp eye, he could guess the color of my underwear the moment I opened my mouth.
Who knows if Bai Xiang still has anything the authorities want?
For example, [Yag'en's Gaze].
After dinner, Chen Yifan said he was tired, went back to his room, locked the door, and drew the curtains.
After thinking it over carefully, he called Luo Tian and told him the whole story, removing the key information.
After all, the other party's heretical lineage was exposed, most likely because they were implicated by him.
Amidst Luo Tian's rapid-fire, terrified chatter, he decisively hung up the phone.
In the darkness, Chen Yifan sat cross-legged, holding an ancient-looking mask in his hand.
【The Mask of a Deceiver】.
As he slowly channeled his spiritual energy into the mask, the patterns on its surface, which sometimes seemed to cry and sometimes laugh, appeared to come alive and flow before his eyes.
[SS-Rank Equipment - The Deceitful Mask]
Status: Not bound
[Effect 1: Disguise. Perfectly simulates any target whose mental strength does not exceed 300% of the user's.]
[Effect 2: Aura isolation. Immune to most forms of tracking.]
[Hidden effect: ???]
Father, like son.
If it weren't for Luo Tian's reminder, he would have almost completely forgotten about the existence of this thing.
He cut his fingertip, and a drop of blood fell onto the mask.
The mask transformed into a stream of light, merging into his palm and leaving a very faint line before disappearing.
With a thought, the mask reappeared on his face, cold and fitting perfectly.
Chen Yifan was no longer in the mirror.
There was only one old man with a gaunt face and an honest, simple demeanor, who could be easily lost in a crowd.
He pushed open the window, and his body, like a weightless fallen leaf, disappeared into the night of Jiangcheng.
……
It was 11 p.m., at Lao Gou Noodle Shop, across from the Jiangcheng Security Bureau.
An elderly man, dressed in a sanitation worker's uniform and with a hunched back, was sweeping the fallen leaves and cigarette butts on the roadside with a broom, one stroke at a time, in an orderly manner.
It was Chen Yifan in disguise.
His gaze was fixed on the man in the corner of the noodle shop.
Wang Qingyun.
Her appearance seemed to have remained fixed at around forty years old.
A bowl of noodles, a bottle of wine, and a plate of peanuts.
He ate very slowly, his eyes glazed over, like a middle-aged corporate slave whose energy had been completely drained by work.
Chen Yifan was not in a hurry.
He is waiting.
Waiting for an opportunity that will not cause any energy fluctuations, yet is foolproof.
Finally, Wang Qingyun finished his noodles, let out a burp, and got up to walk towards the back of the noodle shop, obviously to pay the bill.
opportunity!
Chen Yifan pushed the garbage cart, completely defying the characteristics of an elderly person, and quickly approached the entrance of the noodle shop.
He bent down and swept up the cigarette butts and garlic peels from the edge of the table.
The hunched body, along with the curtain at the door, created a perfect visual blind spot.
[Lightning Speed]
The whole world was put on slow motion.
At the same time, Chen Yifan's concentration was unprecedented.
Within the spiritual space, the "white jade platform" whose foundation had just been laid trembled slightly.
A wisp of spiritual power, condensed to the point of being substantial.
He pulled them out of there.
It transformed into an invisible thread, imperceptible to the naked eye and senses, and stretched out.
Object control!
This is his most basic and also most incredible use of spiritual power after [Foundation Building of the Heart Palace]!
That invisible spiritual force precisely wrapped around the metal zipper pull of Wang Qingyun's black handbag.
Chen Yifan's mind stirred slightly.
"open."
Silently.
The metal zipper, as if controlled by an unseen hand, smoothly opened to the side, revealing a perfectly placed gap.
Become!
A hint of excitement flashed deep within Chen Yifan's disguised eyes.
This went even more smoothly than he had expected.
The next second, the sandalwood box slid out of his left hand out of thin air.
Then, he used his mental power to control the wooden box in his hand, and precisely slid it into Wang Qingyun's half-open handbag.
"combine."
The zipper silently returned to its place, as if it had never been opened.
The entire process was smooth and quick, taking no more than ten seconds.
After finishing all this, Chen Yifan pushed the cart and continued walking forward, as if he had just come over to clean up the trash on this street.
Two minutes later, Wang Qingyun, looking quite satisfied, came out of the inner room, picked up his bag, and turned to leave.
Chen Yifan watched him disappear around the street corner, and only then did his heart, which had been feigning composure, begin to relax slightly.
But he did not choose to leave immediately.
He continues to work diligently as a sanitation worker, sweeping the streets.
Ten minutes later.
A figure emerged from the shadows of a distant alley, appearing like a ghost.
It was Wang Qingyun who had returned.
Chen Yifan didn't stop sweeping the floor at all, but his peripheral vision locked onto the other person.
That old fox!
They didn't leave after all!
Wang Qingyun indeed did not leave.
He took a sandalwood box out of his bag!
At the noodle shop, the moment he picked up the bag, he noticed that the weight was off.
Wang Qingyun stared at the box in his hand, all the weariness and drunkenness on his face vanishing without a trace.
Those eyes had long since changed from being cloudy to sharp as knives.
He scanned the entire street.
His gaze swept over the sanitation worker who was still sweeping the ground in the distance, without lingering for a moment.
In the end, nothing was gained.
He put the box back into his bag and disappeared again.
This time, it seems she's really gone.
But Chen Yifan didn't stop what he was doing, cleaning the last area of the street.
He doesn't believe it.
That old fox Wang Qingyun will only test you once!