“This, I really have to thank you, Master Jun! Don’t worry, I’ve got this little matter covered!”
Huang Chengyun patted his chest confidently, then turned to leave. Xu Fei, meanwhile, promptly dialled the Yao family head, passing down his instructions.
With that, the new office issue was finally settled for the time being.
Xu Fei didn’t hang about. He hopped into his black Hummer, a faint surge of true energy gathering in his right hand as he gave it a slight flick.
He waited patiently for just a moment before his phone rang.
“Hello, Mas, Master Jun, what do you need me for?”
Ever since that clash with Xu Fei, Deacon Zhikong had returned home a nervous wreck, constantly on edge, terrified that the needle Xu Fei had planted in his body might go off and end him at any moment.
He’d spent days like this, on tenterhooks, but when nothing happened, his guard gradually slipped.
Yet, just as Deacon Zhikong fully let his vigilance drop, a piercing pain suddenly shot through him.
The moment that agony hit, Xu Fei sprang to mind. Zhikong immediately found a secluded spot and dialled Xu Fei’s number.
“Good. Looks like you’ve got a decent memory, knowing it’s me calling you. Come out and have a chat!”
Xu Fei casually picked a nearby teahouse, booked a private room, and sat inside, waiting for Deacon Zhikong to show up.
About ten minutes later, Zhikong burst in, flustered and frantic.
He didn’t care who might be outside. Pushing open the door and seeing Xu Fei seated there, he dropped to his knees with a thud.
“Master Jun, I’m here now, please spare me!”
Seeing him in such a pitiful state, Xu Fei knew his little trick had worked like a charm.
“Seems that needle I left in him is pretty effective after all.”
Satisfied with the outcome, Xu Fei cut straight to the chase.
“I don’t need your fake, fussy etiquette. I just want to ask you one thing: two days from now, at Gong Zisheng’s birthday banquet, one of the Red Buddha Society’s four temple masters, can I find a way to sneak in?”
At that, the kneeling Deacon Zhikong froze, stunned for a moment before muttering in response, “This, why’s Master Jun suddenly interested in this?”
“Cut the crap! Just tell me if you’ve got a way or not!”
Seeing Xu Fei’s aggressive tone, Zhikong hesitated, then sighed and said, “Alright, Master Jun, you’re really something, fine, I’ll be straight with you. With that face of yours, forget sneaking into the temple master’s birthday banquet, you’d probably get nabbed the second you got close. That wanted notice has made you a familiar face to the Red Buddha Society!”
Zhikong’s words made sense, and after a moment’s thought, Xu Fei pressed again, “Any other options?”
“Well, there is a way. Has Master Jun ever heard of a certain ‘Flower-Faced Ghost Hand’ in the capital?”
Xu Fei shook his head. He wasn’t all that familiar with the capital to begin with.
But when his expression shifted slightly, Zhikong caught on that he shouldn’t play coy. He nodded quickly and started explaining about this Flower-Faced Ghost Hand.
