Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 507 - : Not Afraid of Confrontation

Chapter 507: Chapter 507: Not Afraid of Confrontation

Wang Laili was fearless, for it had been raining this morning. Footprints and scents had long been washed away by the water.

As a seasoned petty thief, he knew the old saying, “Steal with the wind but not with the moon, steal with the rain but not with the snow.”

Stealing in the wind makes some noise, which others might attribute to the wind blowing; stealing when the moon is bright is risky, as the big moon overhead isn’t much different from daytime.

Stealing in the rain versus snow is much the same: when it rains, even police dogs can’t pick up a scent, but snow leaves footprints that cause a big headache.

Wang Laili insisted that he hadn’t stolen the motorcycle, even boasting that he would call the police. Wang Haifeng and Xu Leigang were a little vexed and discussed whether they should take this fellow back to Luohua Manor.

At that moment, a local friend warned them, “If you take him back, be careful the local villagers might call the police quietly.”

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Even though Master Feng and King Crow were untouchable here, it wouldn’t be right for you to unabashedly snatch someone from the village.

So, Wang Haifeng gave Feng Jun a call—asking for instructions from the master… What should we do?

Seven or eight kilometers from the village to the manor, Feng Jun arrived quickly, but Wang Laili remained unyielding.

By the time he got there, over three hundred onlooking villagers had gathered, with the scoundrel lying on the ground, slurring his angry curses.

He emphasized over and over that all the witnesses were fake—Even if I were the thief, I would’ve been wearing a raincoat. Who can be sure that the person under the raincoat was me?

Seeing the master arrive, the two disciples also felt a bit embarrassed. They couldn’t even resolve the motorcycle theft, let alone question him about other things stolen from the manor.

Feng Jun ignored the many curious gazes around and went straight up to him, asking without expression, “Last chance, don’t delude yourself… Do you admit to having stolen from my manor?”

“Heh,” Wang Laili’s face, swollen like a pig’s head, still managed a grin, “Then you tell me, what did I steal?”

He had asked Wang Haifeng and Xu Leigang the same question, and they couldn’t answer—All they knew was something was lost from the bamboo forest in the valley; they weren’t quite clear what exactly it was.

But Wang Laili knew the very heavy iron block he took was a crucial item, so he thought they didn’t dare to reveal what it was.

With this in mind, he was totally unafraid of confronting them, even if it went as far as to the police station, he might not lose.

Feng Jun, however, couldn’t care less about him; turning around, he walked out, “I gave you a chance… It’s you who doesn’t cherish it.”

Right at Wang Laili’s doorstep, he kicked a stone step, “Lift up this step here.”

The large slab of stone must weigh over two hundred pounds. Wang Haifeng stepped forward and easily pushed the step aside.

Beneath the stone step was a cavity, inside of which lay a square object wrapped in burlap.

The onlookers immediately gasped in surprise. There was a contraption hidden in Wang Laili’s doorway?

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“That’s… that’s my thing!” Wang Laili cried out, panicking, “It’s not yours!”

He had to keep hold of this item, as everyone had agreed that protecting this object could net him ten thousand yuan.

With one hand in his pocket, Master Feng bent over and fiddled with the burlap, then looking up at the scoundrel with a quasi-smile, he said, “Your thing? Then tell me, what is it?”

“A very heavy metal block,” Wang Laili declared with certainty, “heavier than usual, it’s a family heirloom.”

The onlookers started murmuring among themselves, doubting that the scoundrel’s family could have any heirlooms.

But Wang Laili was smug inwardly, having already planned to shout without care if discovered. Then whose thing it was would still be up for debate.

Since the other party didn’t want to deal with the police, it would be even harder to determine the truth.

Whatever the case, they were foolish to ask him what was inside.

Wang Haifeng and Xu Leigang exchanged glances finally realizing what was wrapped in the burlap.

They had cultivated in both the backyard and the valley and were familiar with the Mysterious Iron Block, guessing it must be related to Spiritual Energy.

Realizing the scoundrel had stolen this particular item, Wang Haifeng was livid. He bent over to grab the burlap-wrapped square, cursing, “You little thief, you’re courting death!”

“Robbery… Robbery!” Wang Laili screamed hysterically, “Call the police, I want to call the police! Villagers, you have to be witnesses!”

At that moment, he truly hoped the police would come.

Xu Leigang was infuriated, having never seen someone so brazenly twist the truth, “Beat him to a pulp!”

“Hold on,” Feng Jun interjected, his cold gaze fixed on Wang Laili, “Are you sure there’s a metal block inside?”

“Anyway, it’s a metal block,” Wang Laili blurted out desperately, almost shamelessly claiming, “It’s been handed down from my ancestors—I’m not sure if it’s iron or not.”

“Hai Feng, open the burlap,” Feng Jun said calmly. “Let everyone have a look at what’s inside.”

The burlap was actually quite sturdy, especially once it had been soaked with water. However, a knife was immediately passed to him by some villagers — spectators never shy away from adding fuel to the fire.

Wang Haifeng used the knife to cut open the burlap, revealing a dark blue rectangular object. The knife, sharpened by the onlookers, even left a scratch on the object.

Immediately, the bystanders began to discuss. “This isn’t iron at all, it looks more like wood.”

Upon seeing this, Wang Haifeng was also stunned. Damn it, could it be that this wasn’t the dark hunk of iron he expected?

But the next moment, he understood and directly grabbed the dark blue rectangular object.

This thing was very heavy, weighing about fifty kilograms, it could indeed be comparable to the weight of an iron block.

Only upon lifting it did he realize it was a box. And then, struck by an idea, he flipped open the lid of the box, “Well then, let’s all take a look and see who is lying.”

As soon as the lid was lifted, it revealed glistening, golden bars — the color was the most seductive in the world.

“Big yellow croaker!” someone exclaimed loudly. “Gold, it’s gold!”

“Is it really gold? Let me see…”

More than twenty kilograms of gold, worth six to seven million, but no one encircling the scene dared entertain any improper thoughts. Just the sight of so much gold stacked together was indeed quite impressive.

Upon hearing the word “gold”, Wang Laili summoned strength from who knows where, sprang up, and yelled at the top of his lungs, “That’s my family heirloom, it’s ours… nobody touch it!”

This statement was too much even for the most biased villagers to tolerate. “Did your ancestors even have that much gold?”

“What next, did your ancestors leave you the imperial jade seal as well? Stored away in the Forbidden City… Do you have the bankbook for it?”

Without a doubt, in everyone’s eyes, Wang Laili couldn’t possibly possess such a fortune, thus the source of the gold was quite explainable — it must have been stolen from Luohua Manor.

And as for whether Luohua Manor was qualified to own so much gold, was there even a need to ask?

Let’s not even mention Master Feng and King Crow’s mystical abilities; just the fact that the manor spent over a hundred million just on building a wall made this amount of gold seem trivial.

Some villagers couldn’t stand by any longer. “Call the police! Laili head wants to call the police, let’s just follow his wish!”

Wang Laili may have been a part of the village, but as he was accustomed to small thefts and had caused trouble for many households, quite a few people harbored resentment toward him. They refrained from making a big fuss since everyone was neighbors. Now was the perfect opportunity to kick a man when he was down.

“Dammit, this is an embarrassment to the village… With so much gold, could it lead to a death sentence?”

Upon hearing this, Wang Haifeng felt a bit shaken. He glanced at Feng Jun, “Master, shall we call the police?”

“He’s banking on us finding it inconvenient to call the police,” Feng Jun replied with a smile, shaking his head and then glancing around. “This gold… is a state-controlled material, left in my care by a friend. As long as everyone understands, that’s good enough.”

Understand? Of course, they did! How could the people of Baixing Town not know? Within a hundred kilometers nearby, there were people who illegally mined gold. The gold mined was definitely not legal, but it was considered a feat if they managed to do so.

Of course, people could understand not calling the police over such an issue.

Only Wang Laili was in a bind, unable to voice his grievances. “It’s not gold at all, they switched the real one with a fake!”

“Go to hell, man,” someone spat disdainfully. “You know full well you stole gold, but you don’t dare speak the truth… Because your ancestors couldn’t have left any gold behind!”

This matched everyone’s belief. It was plausible for Laili head’s ancestors to leave behind an iron block, but as for leaving behind so much gold… Isn’t that just insulting our intelligence?

In the midst of the villagers’ discussions, the people from Luohua Manor left.

Xu Leigang and Wang Haifeng recruited over fifty people to help, all of whom were contacted through friends. They only needed a bit of money for the job, and for those friends who needed a personal invitation, the two of them explained it was because the manor had been busy lately. When they had time, they would get together.

After returning to the manor, the two could not help but inquire privately: “Master, how did you turn that iron block into gold?”

Feng Jun didn’t respond directly but left them with a parting remark, “Just focus on your cultivation, and in time, you will find out.”

His mood was not very good. Although he had recovered the Mysterious Iron Block and the Spirit Stone, he had no interest in restoring the Spirit Gathering Array in the bamboo forest for the time being — it was time to properly sort out the manor’s internal affairs.

That evening, Sister Hong also returned. Upon arriving at the villa, she grabbed Feng Jun. “You, come here, I need to talk to you about something.”

The two went to the backyard where she asked with a serious expression, “Tang Laodi from Xinyuan Investment, and that guy from Shinra… Did you kill them?”

Feng Jun had not told her about what he had done, but he was not going to hide it either. He nodded, “Yes, I did it. They weren’t the only ones who died; you’ll gradually find out.”

“Oh dear,” Sister Hong stomped her foot, frustrated. “Why were you so impulsive? Couldn’t you have discussed it with me first?”

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