Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Ren was the first to clap his hands, his face full of admiration, and exclaimed, "What a magnificent ambition! It's so great, so amazing!"

After hearing this lofty ambition, Zhang Renfeng remained silent for a long time.

Few words could have sounded more beautiful to him than those just spoken. He even felt a sense of honor that he could truly participate in this effort, contributing his own strength to creating a better world.

After standing up, Zhang Renfeng took a deep breath and patted Igor on the shoulder, "I... I can't be of much help in this regard either..."

"Just do what you want to do."

"Whether it's money or people, just ask for what you need, and I'll do my best to get it done for you."

"It's not necessary to get so excited. Time is our true friend." Igor smiled and waved his hand. "To lay a solid foundation, we have to take it one step at a time, slowly and carefully. It certainly won't be smooth sailing ahead. There are many pitfalls waiting for us, but as long as the foundation is solid, these problems will eventually be solved."

"For example, right now, the most crucial thing is..."

"Our goal is to make this exhibition a success."

----

Their gazes all turned to the front of the field, and even though there was a wall between them, they could faintly hear the soft, noisy discussions among the people.

The first group of guests has arrived.

Dressed in a suit with a red flower pinned to his front pocket and sporting a slicked-back hairstyle, Jimmy rushed over and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw them sitting there.

"Hey guys, are you still chatting here? It's about to start, get ready to go in!"

Chapter 712: A Thief!?

"Aren't you going?" Ren asked, seeing Zhang Renfeng turn a corner and walk to the side. "Aren't you the boss?"

“The representative of the timber company is Kraken. The representative of the electrical company is Tao himself. The representative of Sanyuan Heavy Industries is Henry Heissen.” Zhang Renfeng shrugged. “These days, no one will accept a yellow-skinned person as a company representative. If they insist on having one, it will be very detrimental to the company’s future development.”

"..." Ren listened with mixed feelings.

As a fellow Asian, he completely understood this feeling, even though his own people wouldn't look at him strangely. But the environment is the environment, and it can't be changed overnight. Even a powerful man like Zhang Renfeng, who has connections everywhere, would still be called a "yellow barbarian" by other white people as soon as they saw him if he left Baiju Town and went to a strange, remote place.

As Igor said, time is often their true friend.

We can only hope that time will work.

“Even so… I’ll give you a corner spot so you can take a look, that’s not so bad, is it?” Ren’s tone was somewhat indignant. “After all, you’ve put in a lot of effort to get this business to where it is today.”

“Don’t misunderstand, Ren. That was their initial arrangement, but I refused.” Zhang Renfeng smiled and waved at him. “It’s best for me not to appear in public so often; the fewer times I do, the better.”

"Red Center is dead."

“Those who came to participate in this exhibition are all investors with a certain social status. The Illuminati is a deeply rooted organization, and it is hard to guarantee that one or two of them will not be involved with this organization.”

"Think about it, in a circle that should only be accessible to elites, suddenly a person with yellow skin appears. How conspicuous would that be? No matter how well they hide, they might still be noticed. Everyone is quite busy, so let's not add this kind of meaningless risk to them."

"Similarly, Igor also turned down this exhibition and went back to catch up on sleep. He went through all the procedures for planning this afternoon's exhibition, which meant he didn't get much rest. His... 'physique' will be very noticeable in a crowd."

"..." Ren was silent for a while and cursed in Japanese, "What a hateful world!"

This is equivalent to the project's top leader and executive manager both being absent from the project's inauguration ceremony due to discrimination.

That's absolutely ridiculous.

"So... what are your plans next?"

"Let's go for a stroll." Zhang Renfeng stretched, his personality dictated by avoiding internal conflict, and the overall situation didn't spoil his mood at all. He smiled and said, "It's been a long time since I've been out. He said this 'night market' looks great, I have to check it out. What about you?"

“I’m going with Drogo to see the captain,” Ren said casually.

"Oh..." Zhang Renfeng's expression changed slightly, "Do you know the way?"

"We went to the burial together."

"Okay." Zhang Renfeng nodded, then added, "I went there once a few days ago when I came back. There seems to be a white-tailed deer near the grave; it passes by every now and then. Don't..."

“I know,” Ren said succinctly. “We’ll try not to disturb it.”

As fellow East Asians with similar cultures, Ren immediately grasped Zhang Renfeng's meaning.

When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; that's common sense.

But people always hope that this light hasn't completely gone out, that something has remained in the world, so that people feel that he/she has never really gone far. He/She has simply gone to a place unseen by people, silently watching over his/her former relatives and friends.

After seeing Ren off, I looked around and there was no one else around.

The exhibition had already begun, separated by a wall. Zhang Renfeng peeked through the wall and saw that the atmosphere was quite lively.

As the host, Jimmy's stage presence was quite steady; he was also the host when the establishment of [San Yuan Electric Manufacturing Company] was announced last time. Among this group of investors were quite a few who had invested in electrical appliance companies and had already made a fortune from electric lights, electric shocks, and wires, so they were naturally very supportive.

The lights were turned on on the stage.

Mike, May, Alana, Calaway, and Theon, all dressed in formal attire, sat among the investors as company representatives.

The lights shone on their faces, creating halos of light.

Zhang Renfeng smiled with satisfaction.

He breathed a sigh of relief, as if a burden had been lifted, and turned to leave.

----

The streets were bustling with noise.

The road itself wasn't narrow, but it was squeezed into a small space by the bustling crowd. People were talking loudly about something, and if you looked closely, you would find that most of them had relaxed and happy expressions, as if they were rushing to see some new and interesting thing.

As dusk fell, people's eyes were filled with a fresh vitality, reflecting the light of the electric lights.

Sophia looked around, her pupils slightly dilated. She had only ever seen such vitality in some large northern cities, such as Philadelphia and Cleveland.

"This is White Torch Town..."

"Snapped!"

The man in front raised his hand, slapped her on the head, and gave her a warning look.

"Ouch..." Sofia couldn't help but cry out, angrily shouting, "What are you doing?!"

The man pointed to his eyes, issuing another warning.

"Can I...stop looking around?"

The man nodded.

“I understand…” Sophia sighed.

Lu Aniu had previously assured her that, considering it was her first time carrying out an assassination mission, he had specially arranged for her to be mentored by an experienced assassin. In other words, the veteran would guide the novice, and the two would form a temporary partnership to operate together.

At first, Sofia was worried about whether she could adapt to living and eating with another person along the way. Later, she realized her worries were completely unfounded—the senior guide who was leading her seemed to be mute. At least throughout the entire journey, he didn't utter a single word or make a sound, only using simple gestures and movements to express himself.

Sofia felt that he should be called "Stranger" rather than the man carrying two swords, since he literally meant silence.

However, the man's nickname was the unremarkable "Joe," a name that also implies anonymity, suggesting that even the name was not meant to be perfunctory.

Joe wasn't tall, but he was very muscular, with thick eyebrows and a high nose bridge. Aside from that, he had almost no other distinctive features. He was the type of person who would easily be overlooked in a crowd, which was perhaps why he became an assassin.

Their purpose in this trip was to go to the convention center in the town of White Torch to assassinate the scientist.

As for why he wanted to kill him... Sophia had no idea. After all, Joe couldn't possibly explain it to her. He even found it troublesome to communicate with her using gestures.

But she suddenly realized that what she was about to do was a terrible thing.

The town before me is bustling with people, full of life, and so beautiful.

The streets were packed with people, but there wasn't even a single pickpocket.

----

"Ok?"

Zhang Renfeng was strolling along the street when he suddenly caught a glimpse of something strange out of the corner of his eye and stopped. Looking closer, he saw a figure loitering around the town mayor's office, looking around furtively.

"A thief!?"

He was startled, but followed without making a sound.

Chapter 713: I Want My Half

"Boom!"

Halfway up the wall, the man got one leg stuck and couldn't muster any strength.

His toes slipped, his hands flailing wildly in the air, and he crashed heavily to the ground. His body didn't look very strong, and after the fall, he lay curled up on the ground for a long time, clutching his back and groaning, getting covered in dust.

Fortunately, Baiju Town is currently quite tolerant and open-minded. A mere beggar rolling around on the ground and acting crazy wouldn't attract any attention, and no one would suspect that he was trying to climb over the wall to do something bad.

"It hurts so much... This damn wall, it's fucking awful..."

After a long while, the somewhat obese man finally regained some strength, cursing under his breath. He seemed to want to kick the wall to vent his anger, but after thinking about it carefully, he decided it wasn't worth it and put it down halfway. Muttering a few more words, he looked around again, but there were no tools available. He scratched his head and racked his brains.

A voice rang out without warning.

Looking for a ladder?

"Huh?!" The man was startled, and his whole body visibly tensed up.

By the light, Zhang Renfeng sized him up: he was around twenty or thirty years old, wearing a black single-breasted suit jacket, a gray striped vest, and a white cotton shirt. His lower body attire was rather rough, consisting of trousers and shoes, even denim-style sturdy and durable boots, suitable for long journeys.

However, these shoes were covered in mud spots of all sizes, which didn't quite match her office clerk attire.

But in any case, this outfit is quite decent, and doesn't seem like the kind of person who would need to break into houses and pick locks to make a living.

"You..." The man instinctively took a step back, reaching inside his belt, his expression fierce. "Who are you?!"

"Calm down, brother, don't let it go off accidentally." Zhang Renfeng saw through his bluff and reached out to reassure him, still having the energy to tease him, "In a place like this, once a shot goes off, you won't have anywhere to run, you'll be caught in an instant."

"..." The man's expression changed, and he seemed to have understood what he meant. As for touching the gun handle, it was just a defensive reaction. It's a bit pathetic, but in the West, this kind of instinct is essential.

“This is the mayor’s office, there’s not much money here. Judging from your skills, you’re not suited for this line of work,” Zhang Renfeng said very “helpfully.” “If you want to make money, why don’t you find a job? I heard that a new company opened here and they’re hiring a clerk.”

“I’m not a thief. I…” The man straightened his collar and sighed, “Okay, I admit, something does seem off, but I have my reasons.”

"for example?"

"How could I possibly tell you!" The man's face twitched, his eyebrows furrowed, and he dusted himself off. "And who are you?"

Zhang Renfeng chuckled and asked in return, "I don't know, what do you think?"

“You look like a Chinese laborer, but they’re not dressed as well as you, and they all have a braid at the back of their heads, but you don’t.” The man narrowed his eyes and looked Zhang Renfeng up and down. “Indians… well, not quite. Their cheekbones are a little more prominent.”

"Not bad, you have a sharp eye." Zhang Renfeng patted his shoulder, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously, "I am the guardian of this city."

"..." The bloated man looked at him with the eyes of someone looking at a lunatic.

"To put it simply, all the thieves, gamblers, and beggars in this city are under my jurisdiction."

The man sized up Zhang Renfeng again, then curled his lip. "Are you trying to say you're the boss of the underground industry?"

"You can say that."

“I’ve met the kind of guy you’re talking about before. They’re twice your size, all muscle. They don’t just hang around on the streets. They’re either in bars or casinos, working for the local gangs. You?” The man shook his head. “Skinny and bony. If it really came down to a fight, you’d probably get your arm broken.”

Zhang Renfeng wasn't angry at all, and teased him with a grin, "That fat guy who was also thrown over a mud wall is pretty tough."

“You…” The man took a deep breath, but quickly deflated like a balloon, leaning against the wall and slumping down, his features contorted, muttering, “…You’re right, I’m just a useless piece of trash, I can’t do anything right.”

“I didn’t say that.” Zhang Renfeng shrugged. “How about we go to a tavern to change things up? Consider it my treat.”

"I don't have time now! I must! I must get those things right now, otherwise this opportunity will be lost again..." The distraught man, as if hooked by something, stood up again and stared straight at the house.

He looked at the house.

Someone is watching him.

A cold gaze suddenly swept across Zhang Renfeng's neck from behind.

"?!"

He turned his head quickly.

People came and went, but there was nothing particularly noteworthy.

This only made him more vigilant.