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

Luo Feng was right, and the cloaked man was well aware of this as well.

It's already dragged on, unless the cloaked man has enough men to sustain a relentless war of attrition.

Otherwise, he would face the risk of being defeated one by one by Luo Feng.

Of course, the cloaked man also had his own trump card.

This is why Luo Feng wanted to cooperate with him.

The cloaked man was well aware of this.

"Mr. Luo, I find you to be a really interesting person."

Upon hearing this, Luo Feng frowned, quite puzzled.

"What? Do you think I'm not telling the truth?"

Colin, who was standing nearby, became a little nervous upon hearing these words.

If the fight continues, he and Snake Princess's sister will definitely run out of stamina.

Now both of them are pinning their hopes on Luo Feng, hoping that he can persuade the other.

"Look back at your people."

The cloaked man followed his gaze and saw that many of his men were already crouching on the ground, clutching their wounds, and those who could stand were all pale-faced.

The previous offensive may have seemed to give us the upper hand, but in reality, our losses were far greater than the enemy's.

"it is good."

He suddenly nodded, his voice as cold as ice, "I'll trust you this once."

"But remember, once you step out of this alley, your life is in my hands."

There was nothing he could do even if he didn't believe it, so he didn't dare to gamble with Luo Feng for the time being.

That fragment was extremely important to him and to the people behind him.

The man waved to his men to make way, but his gaze remained fixed on the fragment in Luo Feng's hand, his eyes constantly shifting as if assessing the risks of the transaction.

After all, once the person is gone, everything is truly gone. Now that Luo Feng is in his grasp, even if he can't get the fragments, he can still restrain the other party.

However, the obstacles are mutual.

Therefore, Luo Feng dared to gamble, while the cloaked man did not.

Luo Feng helped Colin up and gestured with his eyes for the snake queen's sister to follow.

The three of them slowly walked towards the alley entrance, each step feeling like they were walking on a knife's edge.

Because all eyes were on them.

The wind at the alley entrance carried the lingering smell of cooking oil from the night market, making Luo Feng's neck feel cold.

He helped Colin walk forward, his eyes never leaving the men in black who were eyeing him menacingly.

After all, Luo Feng was afraid that these people might change their minds, and it wasn't impossible that they might.

The Snake Princess's sister followed behind the two, her face also filled with vigilance.

To die and then to live.

Is it all thanks to Luo Feng's words?

She still felt it wasn't very reliable, and she was conflicted about it.

On the one hand, they wanted to acknowledge Luo Feng's strength, but on the other hand, they didn't want to boost others' morale and diminish their own.

She was well aware of the relationship between the Shadow Council and Luo Feng.

But she didn't notice that there was a bloodstain on the slit of her cheongsam, like a red plum blossom fallen in the snow, which was particularly conspicuous in the dim light.

Luo Feng glanced at it, then quickly looked away.

"Take three steps and turn left, there's a black sedan."

Colin's voice was very low, and the excruciating pain from his wound made the veins on his forehead throb.

"It was an emergency vehicle I had arranged in advance; the key was in my left pocket."

Upon hearing this, Luo Feng couldn't help but smile.

I never expected Colin to have this in mind; it's really been a huge help.

Sometimes, seemingly insignificant little habits can have unexpected effects, like right now.

As he looked down, he saw an inconspicuous car parked at the end of the alley. The windows were covered with the darkest tint, making it easy to miss if you weren't paying attention.

Just as the three were about to touch the car door, the cloaked man suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Luo, let me remind you."

Luo Feng stopped in his tracks, but did not turn around.

"What's inside that pottery jar is more eye-catching than the fragments."

The cloaked man's voice carried a sinister laugh, "Bloodhand has far more spies in Europe than the Shadow Council."

This hot potato is something everyone wants to have, even though it's hot to handle.

Luo Feng felt a chill run down his spine.

In just a few glances, he realized that this person was a true old fox, having noticed the unusual nature of the pottery jar long ago.

Moreover, this guy kept it to himself and didn't say anything.

He opened the car door, shoved Colin inside, and as he walked around to the driver's seat, he deliberately bumped into Boa Hancock's sister.

"boarding."

The woman raised an eyebrow but did not refuse, crouching down and slipping into the back seat.

After going through all that, she was actually less scared.

The moment the car door slammed shut, Luo Feng started the engine and went straight to maximum power.

With a screeching sound as the tires screeched against the ground, the car shot off like an arrow.

At first, neither Snake Princess's sister nor Colin were properly seated and almost bumped into the car.

In the rearview mirror, the cloaked man stood in the shadows at the alley entrance, like an expressionless statue.

The men in black remained motionless, but their gazes, like maggots clinging to a bone, seemed to pierce through the car window liner and were fixed on the direction of the trunk.

How did he know about the pottery jar?

The snake princess's older sister asked from the back seat, her voice trembling with suppressed gasps, "What exactly is that golden light?"

Luo Feng swerved to avoid a truck, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed her tightening a silk scarf around the wound on her arm. He smiled knowingly and said, "Guess."

Those two words again.

The woman bit her lower lip but didn't ask any further questions.

The only sounds in the carriage were Colin's suppressed cries of pain and the roar of the engine; the atmosphere was as tense as a string about to snap.

After driving for an unknown amount of time, until the neon lights outside the car window turned into sparse streetlights, Luo Feng turned the car into a quiet street and parked at the back door of a villa with a courtyard.

This is a safe house that Linnako rented in advance, hidden away like a forgotten stone.

"Go in and treat the wound."

Luo Feng opened the car door, helped Colin into the house, and then looked back at the back seat. "You can go now. The Shadow Council members should be waiting for you nearby."

He could guess this even without having someone keep an eye on him.

The woman got out of the car, the hem of her cheongsam sweeping across the dusty ground.

"I need to know what's in the clay pot."

Her eyes shone brightly in the night, and even her tone became somewhat uneasy.

"That golden light is dragon energy, isn't it?"

"This kind of thing can only be hidden in the oldest artifacts of China." "I didn't know you knew about this."

Luo Feng raised an eyebrow, surprised that she knew something about Chinese cultural relics.

He didn't answer, but simply pushed open the door, helped Colin to the sofa, and turned to rummage through the first-aid kit.

"You saved me, I owe you a favor."

The woman suddenly spoke, her voice less cold, "The Blood Hands won't let this go. Their leader, Red Master, is the most vengeful. He will definitely get involved personally tonight."

Colin gasped, then turned even paler upon hearing this.

"Master Hong? That legendary madman who turned the underworld of Europe upside down?"

Luo Feng smiled faintly. It sounded like Colin was also a little afraid of this person.

"The most terrifying people are the madmen."

The woman walked to the window, lifted a corner of the heavy curtain, and looked outside. "He has a battalion of assassins, all of them monsters who feel no pain."

Luo Feng paused, his hand still bandaging Colin. No pain? That's interesting.

There are many forces capable of training Deadpools, but it's absolutely impossible for these Deadpools to be completely immune to pain.

Everyone is afraid of death, but these people's lives are completely meaningless.

They had already been sold to their owner.

Luo Feng looked up at the woman and asked in his eyes.

"The Shadow Council and the Bloodhands fought a war?"

"We fought a battle three years ago, and both sides were badly injured."

The woman turned around, the moonlight casting a faint shadow on her face. "Red lost an arm, and we lost three top hackers."

Colin gasped, and just as he was about to say something more, he suddenly covered his mouth and coughed violently.

Luo Feng patted his back, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the woman staring at his pocket.

It was bulging with things picked up from the shards of pottery.

That was half a jade pendant; the golden light just now came from that thing.

Luo Feng spotted the pottery jar at the street stall, not because of any bronze fragments, but because of the aura emanating from the jade pendant—something Bai Ningbing had been searching for in China long before Luo Feng discovered it.

What surprised him even more was that even the Shadow Council couldn't do anything about this Red Lord.

It seemed that she had guessed Luo Feng's thoughts, or perhaps she didn't want him to belittle his own power.

The woman explained further, "To put it bluntly, this is Europe City. Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. We had just set up the Europe City branch back then, and we were still too inexperienced."

Luo Feng nodded slightly and did not ask any further questions.

However, the saying "even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake" doesn't apply to him.

"Dong dong dong."

The sudden knocking on the door silenced all three of them.

Luo Feng made a shushing gesture, grabbed the fruit knife on the table, and silently walked to the door, looking out through the peephole.

A man in a food delivery uniform was standing outside, his helmet pulled low, carrying a food container in his hand.

But his shoes were covered in fresh mud, which seemed out of place on the clean street.

"Who?" Luo Feng asked in a deep voice.

"The pizza was ordered by the gentleman."

The deliveryman's voice sounded muffled, as if he was deliberately pinching his throat.

Luo Feng smiled.

He never ordered a pizza.

He flung open the door, the fruit knife aimed straight at the other man's throat, but stopped an inch away.

On the man's neck was a blood-red handprint.

They are people with blood hands.

The deliveryman clearly hadn't expected him to react so quickly. In the instant his pupils contracted, he suddenly raised his hand and threw the food container at him!

Luo Feng dodged to the side, and the lunchbox shattered on the ground. What rolled out of it wasn't pizza at all, but several beads that were flashing red light.

Smoke bomb!
Acrid white smoke instantly filled the air. Luo Feng only heard Colin's exclamation behind him, along with the soft sound of a folding fan opening and closing.

He held his breath and lunged at the deliveryman, but missed.

The other person had already slipped out of the yard like an eel, leaving only a series of footsteps fading into the distance.

"Chasing?"

A woman's voice came from the smoke, carrying a barely perceptible urgency.

If this person goes back and informs the others, there are only three people in the entire villa, and the other party will definitely take action.

Luo Feng looked out the window. The night was thick and dark, so dark that he couldn't see his own hand in front of his face. The footsteps had long since disappeared into the wind.

He shook his head, walked to the sofa, and helped Colin up.

"No need to chase him, he's just scouting ahead."

As the smoke gradually dissipated, moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating the mess on the ground.

The woman picked up an unexploded smoke grenade and recognized who had used it.

"Master Hong is really quick."

Luo Feng didn't speak, but simply took out the half of the jade pendant from his pocket.

The moonlight fell on it, and the jade pendant suddenly emitted a faint warm light, like a piece of melting ice.

Colin squinted for a moment.

"This is your real purpose."

The woman's voice carried a tone of sudden realization, as she realized what Luo Feng had been concealing from the very beginning of his preparations for the auction.

"The bronze fragments are just a cover; you've had your eye on this jade pendant from the very beginning."

Luo Feng put the jade pendant back in his pocket and looked up at her.

"Now that you know, you can leave."

The woman walked to the door and reached out to unlock it.

I owe you a favor.

She glanced back at Luo Feng, the slit of her cheongsam flashing a white light under the lamp.

“I’ll be guarding this place tonight. I know Hong Ye’s suicide squad better than you do.”

Colin was about to object when Luo Feng grabbed his shoulder.

He watched the woman's figure disappear through the door, and suddenly smiled.

"When did the Shadow Council become so loyal?"

"It's not about loyalty."

Looking out at the night sky, Luo Feng said with a deep gaze, "She wants to see what secrets this jade pendant holds."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a shrill scream suddenly came from afar, as if something had ripped his throat apart.

A woman's voice came from outside the door, carrying a hint of cold killing intent.

"It seems the first batch of assassins has arrived."

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