Uncle Shenhao: Take ten nephews to the supermarket at the beginning

Luo Feng's gaze swept over the flickering streetlamp at the alley entrance. The area was sparsely populated, making it a suitable place to take action.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. "Perfect, saves us from having to make a move in a crowded place."

"Be prepared. If she follows us again, then make your move."

Luo Feng was originally worried that if this woman had someone backing her, they might fall into a trap if they acted rashly.

But after following for so long without any news, he stopped worrying.

As soon as he finished speaking, the footsteps behind him suddenly stopped.

Luo Feng didn't stop walking. He took two more steps forward until the streetlights cast a long shadow of him before slowly turning around.

A woman in a cheongsam stood in the shadows at the edge of the night market. The evening breeze lifted the slit of her cheongsam, revealing a section of her fair calves, a glimpse of spring in the air, sparking the imagination.

However, neither Luo Feng nor Colin paid attention to these things; instead, they stared at her hands.

She had somehow acquired a folding fan in her hand, and she gently tapped the fan ribs with both hands. When unfolded, it was a very exquisite fan.

As she gently waved her hand, the breeze from the fan made her cascading hair flow freely, making her look like an ice queen.

However, the coldness in his eyes was even greater than before.

"Mr. Luo is more tactful than I thought."

The woman spoke first, her voice losing the crispness of the auction and gaining a touch of femininity.

"Knowing I was following you, you still dared to walk into the shadows. Aren't you afraid you'll never come back?"

"afraid?"

Luo Feng weighed the plastic bag in his hand; the ceramic pot made a slight sound as it struck the bag's side, and he ignored it dismissively.

"When did the Shadow Council learn to use threats as an opening line?"

Colin, however, looked warily at the darkness around him.

"Could there be someone lying in ambush here?"

Luo Feng shook his head.

"Absolutely impossible."

His hearing is extraordinary; if there's anyone there, he'll know immediately, which would prevent him and Colin from making a move in this place.

Besides, even if someone is arrogant and boastful, he is not afraid of the Shadow Council's level over such a long period of time; he knows it in his heart.

The woman suddenly laughed, and her folding fan unfolded with a "whoosh," covering half of her face, revealing only a pair of eyes that seemed to be filled with ice.

"We never threaten, we only talk about strength."

"Having the bronze fragment in your hands is like putting yourself on a fire."

"Now, instead of getting rid of this hot potato, are you planning to keep it until the New Year?"

"Oh?" Luo Feng raised an eyebrow, gleaning some very useful information from it.

"So...you mean, besides you, there are other people who want it?"

This isn't surprising, really. After all, those who know the value of this thing are certainly aware of it, but those who don't naturally wouldn't think much of it.

"Otherwise, why do you think those people at the auction suddenly fell silent?"

The woman took two steps forward, slowly closed her folding fan, and began to explain.

“They’re not afraid of us; they’re waiting for you to take the fragments so they can reap the benefits.”

That's right, not all the people at the auction were actually acquired by the Shadow Council.

The Shadow Council certainly wields considerable power, but that doesn't mean they can make these high-ranking individuals completely subservient.

Like Colin, the Shadow Council had previously sent people to contact him, but he simply refused to cooperate with them.

These people all have capital; they are not ordinary people who have no choice.

However, with Luo Feng and the Shadow Council in the middle, they are naturally worried about not being able to compete. So what should they do?
The best approach is to reap the benefits without lifting a finger.

Luo Feng felt a chill run down his spine.

He was right; the silence just now was deliberate.

What surprised Luo Feng the most was that these people were not bought off by the Shadow Council, but had their own ulterior motives.

So it seems that this auction was full of hidden talents.

Moreover, Lin Naoko did not investigate the identities of everyone this time because these people were too mysterious, and there was not enough time.

"So, you're following me to remind me?"

His tone was laced with sarcasm and sarcasm: "When did the Shadow Council become so kind?"

"Kindness? We certainly won't."

The woman seemed to have heard a joke. She was truly alluring; under the light, her clothes appeared to be barely concealed, giving one the urge to seduce this ice rose.

"We just don't want the fragments to fall into the hands of a third party."

"After all, Mr. Luo, you..."

She looked Luo Feng up and down, her red lips moving slightly.

"Much easier to deal with than those rats hiding in the shadows."

"This is the biggest joke I've heard all year. You're really good at telling jokes."

Luo Feng crossed his arms and said calmly.

For the first time, Luo Feng heard someone else say that he was relatively easy to deal with.

Who exactly are the other people attending the auction? Why is it that even the Shadow Council doesn't dare to deal with them, but instead wants to target him?

Luo Feng didn't know the identities of this woman and the Snake Queen. He felt that the two were somewhat similar, but their personalities and speech were completely different.

After all, he had more contact with the Snake Princess than with this woman.

You think it's a joke??

Upon hearing this, the woman smiled faintly and pursed her red lips.

“But I think Mr. Colin, who is with you, would not think so.”

Upon hearing this, Luo Feng looked at Colin beside him.

Colin's expression was strange. He asked in surprise, "What do you mean by that?"

What do you mean he doesn't really think this has any divisive meaning? He has never thought Luo Feng was an easy person to deal with, from the very beginning until now, he has always thought so.

The woman didn't speak again, but suddenly moved.

The hem of her cheongsam billowed up like a startled swan, and she pounced on Luo Feng like a ghost. Her target was none other than Luo Feng.

If we can capture the other party, that would be a great achievement.

This can be considered as him venting his anger for his sister.

That's right, Snake Princess is her sister, which is why Luo Feng felt that the two looked very similar.

Actually, although the two look very similar, their personalities are completely different.

One is fiery and alluring, the other is cold and wicked.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe it as a world of extremes, like ice and fire.

Whoever manages to win over these twin beauties will have a wonderful life ahead of them; just thinking about it is exciting enough.

Colin had been gathering his strength, and upon seeing this, he immediately drew his sword, its cold light aimed straight at the woman's back.

"court death!"

"Mr. Luo, please take care of yourself!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Feng couldn't help but rub his forehead.

Please, before you investigated me, did you look at my file? Don't you know how skilled I am?
However, since Colin took the initiative to meet him, Luo Feng decided to watch the show for the time being and wasn't in a hurry.

He also wanted to see Colin's abilities this time.

But the woman seemed to have eyes in the back of her head. She lightly touched the ground with her toes, suddenly spun around, and the slit of her cheongsam swept across Colin's wrist, forcing him to pause in his knife strike.

Seeing that Colin was no match for him, Luo Feng decided not to stand by and watch.

In that instant, Luo Feng flipped his wrist, seemingly to protect the box, but in reality, he smashed the pottery jar in his other hand into the woman's face!
The woman was clearly taken aback that he would use such "junk" as a weapon; her pupils constricted, and she instinctively turned her head to dodge.

The earthenware pot grazed her cheek as it flew past, crashing against the wall with a loud bang and shattering.

Just as the pottery jar shattered, a faint golden light flashed from the fragments before disappearing into the night.

The woman abruptly stopped, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. "What is that?!" she exclaimed.

Luo Feng didn't answer. Taking advantage of her momentary distraction, he slammed his elbow into her chest.

It's soft and elastic, and looks like it's all-natural.

The woman groaned and staggered back two steps. It was unclear whether it was because she had been attacked or because her blood was rushing to her head after the fight; her face was flushed, and she was breathing heavily, her chest heaving.

But he completely ignored the attack Luo Feng had just made on his chest. Instead, he stared blankly at the shards of the pottery jar on the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"So this is what you really wanted?"

She suddenly understood something, and her gaze towards Luo Feng became more serious. She asked, "What's in that pottery jar?"

She had just seen a ceramic jar being sold at a street stall while following Luo Feng, but given the distance and the fact that the ceramic jar was unremarkable and so cheap, she didn't think much of it.

Luo Feng dusted off his hands and said calmly, "Guess."

Just then, several hurried footsteps suddenly came from the alley entrance.

Several dark figures darted out from the shadows, each holding a weapon, clearly targeting Luo Feng.

Upon seeing this, the woman's expression changed slightly, and she said, "It's the Blood Hands. They did show up after all, but it seems they were in a greater hurry than I thought."

The woman anticipated the appearance of an underground organization from Oucheng, but she didn't expect them to be so impatient, trying to take action without doing any research.

"Bloody hands?"

Luo Feng frowned when he first heard those two words.

“This is our underground organization in Europe; you can think of it as people in the underworld.”

"They are specifically kept by wealthy people to handle these things that cannot be handled openly. They have a vast network of personnel, and they are all elites."

Colin's expression was solemn, as if he was very afraid of Bloodhand. He took a deep breath and said.

“I had a former friend who offended a powerful figure and was subsequently persecuted by the Blood Hands gang, resulting in the destruction of his family and his death. The situation was so tragic that he couldn’t accept the reality and chose to commit suicide by jumping off a building.”

Upon hearing these words, Luo Feng's expression held a strange glint.

So, there are at least three factions now: Bloodhand, Thanatos, and the Shadow Council.

Luo Feng looked at the men in black, then at the woman, and suddenly laughed, "It seems we have a common enemy for now."

He felt he could use this to get the Shadow Council to help him get rid of Bloodhand's men.

After all, they all came for this fragment.

But it's clear that Bloodhand and the Shadow Council aren't from the same organization, so they could become temporary friends.

Luo Feng could also use this to his advantage, letting both sides wear each other down naturally. Then, just as the woman said, Luo Feng could reap the benefits without lifting a finger.

The woman gritted her teeth, unfolded her folding fan again, and a cold glint flashed from the edge of the fan ribs.

"Don't misunderstand, I just don't want the fragments to fall into their hands."

"Once we've dealt with these people, we'll settle our scores later."

Colin, already holding a knife, stood protectively in front of Luo Feng and whispered, "Mr. Luo, I'll handle the three on the left. I'm afraid I'll be a bit overwhelmed by the two on the right."

"The one on the right, I'll handle it." The woman's voice was as cold as ever, but she had already dashed out like an arrow.

Luo Feng stood there, unable to suppress a smile.

This woman is quite interesting; when she says she'll take action, she really means it.

On the other hand, she is a pure person.

Everyone has their own goals, and everyone strives for those goals.

In the darkness, the glint of swords and the shadows of folding fans shifted constantly, but it was clear that everyone's true objective was to target Ken Lofeng.

After all, that fragment was on Luo Feng's person.

On the left is Colin, and on the right is that woman from the Shadow Council.

Luo Feng stood still, without having to move a muscle, and the two of them had already taken care of Blood Hand's men for him.

Although Colin was still afraid of Bloodhand, he still made a move for Luo Feng, or more precisely, for the fragments.

Bloodhands naturally didn't take these people seriously, after all, there were seven or eight of them, while Luo Feng's side only had three people, and since Luo Feng hadn't even moved yet, there were actually only two of them.

Behind the bloody hand, someone who had appeared at the auction before also came here.

"You have to act quickly."

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