Seeing Wang Mengying’s eyes turn blue, Li Feng instantly felt a surge of unease. Without thinking, he slapped Dark Tiger away, stamped his foot on the ground, and leapt into the air, kicking Song Zhiyuan and Zhu Yuanyang. He himself lunged forward.
A massive “boom” exploded. Wang Mengying was instantly blown to pieces, and the huge force flung Li Feng forward, rolling him across the floor. Half the storage room was destroyed.
Li Feng hit the ground hard, spat out a mouthful of blood, and glanced back at Wang Mengying’s pulverised remains, his eyes filled with disbelief.
“Song Shao, Miss Zhu, Dark Tiger, are you alright?” Li Feng called out.
“Cough, cough. Feng Shao, I’m fine. What happened?” Song Zhiyuan and Zhu Yuanyang, standing further away and kicked clear by Li Feng, were unhurt, just dishevelled. Even now, they could not understand how a living person like Wang Mengying had exploded.
“Feng Shao.” Dark Tiger struggled to his feet, covered in blood, badly injured.
“Feng Shao, this subordinate deserves death. I never expected Wang Mengying to have a bomb.” Dark Tiger’s face was grim. If Li Feng had not reacted quickly, both he and Li Feng would be dead.
“This is not your fault.” Li Feng shook his head, inwardly shocked. No one knew better than him why Wang Mengying exploded: the Dream Spirit was inside him.
The Dream Spirit was a human bomb. In Li Feng’s previous life, it was used for military death soldiers. He never imagined it existed centuries earlier, in this era.
Though an immature version, its power was still great. Had he not reacted fast, he might be dead now.
Li Feng recalled the Dream Spirit was not invented by the state, but by some organisation. Could Wang Mengying be backed by that group?
In his previous life, that organisation was destroyed centuries ago. Li Feng could no longer remember its name.
“Feng Shao.” Two Black Hawk team members outside heard the noise and rushed in.
“Take Dark Tiger for treatment and arrange people to handle the scene.” Li Feng ordered gravely.
“Yes.”
“Song Shao, Miss Zhu, I implicated you this time.” Li Feng said awkwardly. Song Zhiyuan and Zhu Yuanyang were innocent victims. Clearly, Wang Mengying targeted him; they were dragged in.
“What is Feng Shao saying? We came of our own accord, and you saved us.” Song Zhiyuan shook his head, unconcerned. Falling out with Li Feng over this would not be his way.
“Yes, Feng Shao, it is not your fault. What was that?” Zhu Yuanyang asked.
“Wang Mengying was affected by the Dream Spirit.” Li Feng did not hide it. Though they did not blame him, he owed them an explanation, and the Dream Spirit was the best one.
“Dream Spirit? What is that?” Song Zhiyuan and Zhu Yuanyang were stunned.
“A potion, a bomb potion.” Li Feng said gravely.
“Bomb potion?” They exchanged glances, puzzled.
“Yes, a bomb potion. It amplifies a desire to the extreme, then uses the body as a medium to detonate an internal bomb. That is the bomb potion.” Li Feng explained the Dream Spirit.
Pausing, he continued, “However, the Dream Spirit in Wang Mengying was immature, or we would have had no time to react.”
“That was immature?” Song Zhiyuan and Zhu Yuanyang paled. They had sensed no danger, no chance to react. Without Li Feng, they might be dead.
“Yes, immature. The bomb’s power is weak, or Wang Mengying would have detonated at the conference centre, killing us all.” Li Feng said gravely.
“Is the Dream Spirit impossible to defend against?” Song Zhiyuan worried that if he encountered it, he would be helpless.
“No. Those who take it have their eyes change colour. Had Wang Mengying’s eyes not turned blue, I would not have sensed danger. Also, their personality shifts drastically, as if in a dream. Yesterday, Wang Mengying was a bully who feared the strong and death. Today, he dared threaten me before so many. That was abnormal, but I did not realise sooner.” Li Feng sighed.
Actually, he had not realised because he never expected the Dream Spirit to exist in this era.
Of course, it had other traits, but he did not tell Song Zhiyuan and Zhu Yuanyang.
“Wang Mengying deserved death.” Coldness flashed in Song Zhiyuan’s eyes. He had thought Wang Mengying a minor figure, Li Feng overly cautious, but after brushing death, killing intent surged. If Wang Mengying were not already fragments, he would not let him off easily.
“Wang Mengying deserved death, but those behind him truly do. Someone like him could never have the Dream Spirit.”
Li Feng glanced at them and said, “We must find who has the Dream Spirit, or those hiding in the dark are impossible to guard against. Today it was Wang Mengying, tomorrow it could be anyone.”
“Feng Shao is right.” Song Zhiyuan said gravely. They all had enemies. If someone used the Dream Spirit against them, defence would be impossible.
Who was behind Wang Mengying? Li Feng’s enemies were few: Fu Yanxiong and Li Wu. Them?
If Li Wu, Song Zhiyuan was not too worried, but if Fu Yanxiong, trouble. If Fu Yanxiong had the Dream Spirit, given the Fu and Song families’ ties, he might use it against him.
Zhu Yuanyang’s eyes flickered, thinking something.
“But Wang Mengying is dead, the trail is cut.” Song Zhiyuan regretted.
“Cut? Not necessarily.” Li Feng sneered, telling Zhu Yuanyang, “Taking the Dream Spirit needs at least a day. Given Wang Mengying’s state, he took it near the Holiday Hotel.”
“Feng Shao suspects me?” Zhu Yuanyang’s face chilled.
“No, Miss Zhu. Let alone you, even the Zhu family would not have the Dream Spirit. I just want you to check whom Wang Mengying met after being taken from the Holiday Hotel. Most nearby properties are Zhu family businesses. It would be convenient for you to investigate. If I do it, it might cause unnecessary trouble.” Li Feng shook his head.
“Alright, I agree.” Zhu Yuanyang thought, then said.
“Miss Zhu, if you find who Wang Mengying met, the chewing gum bomb matter is forgotten.” She was not Song Zhiyuan; Li Feng feared half-hearted effort, so he traded with the gum bombs.
“Alright.” Zhu Yuanyang agreed, turned, and left. She felt being with Li Feng brought endless bad luck.
“Feng Shao, Zhu Yuanyang probably will not investigate thoroughly.” Song Zhiyuan said after she left.
“I know. We must rely on ourselves for clarity, but use Zhu Yuanyang if possible.” Li Feng’s eyes flashed, saying gravely.
“Young Master.”
“Feng Shao.”
As Li Feng and Song Zhiyuan talked, Zhong Shuhui and Tian Lang entered. Seeing the ruined storage room, their faces changed.
“Young Master, what happened?” Zhong Shuhui asked quickly.
“A small accident. How about your side?” Li Feng asked gravely.
“The issues are resolved.” Zhong Shuhui told Song Zhiyuan, “Song Shao, thank Uncle Ning for saving my life.”
“A trifle, no need.” Song Zhiyuan waved lightly, eyes on Tian Lang. He recognised him as the Tian Lang he brought to Tianhai City. At Tianya Pavilion last time, Song Zhiyuan thought Li Feng bought Tian Lang with his winnings, but now he knew otherwise.
At that moment, Song Zhiyuan felt bitter. Tian Lang had not glanced at him once.
“Feng Shao, I will leave first.” Song Zhiyuan told Li Feng, departing without waiting.
“Young Master, this Song Shao…” Zhong Shuhui watched him go, puzzled.
“Song Zhiyuan is capable, but has character issues.” Li Feng said lightly, then asked, “An expert appeared at the US Intelligence Bureau. What happened?”
“An expert, B-class fire ability user Yan Ke.” Zhong Shuhui summarised.
“No worry. Plenty of chances to deal with them later.” Li Feng sneered. Yan Ke? B-class? Daring to ruin my plans, hope you live long.
“Feng Shao, we found this dealing with the Dwarf Kingdom people.” Zhong Shuhui handed Li Feng a file.
Li Feng opened it, his face changed, eyes flashing cold killing intent, “They all deserve death.”
