Secret Buyer-Chapter 93: Storm and Rain

Martial Arts Dojo.

Niu Dali toyed with the High Heaven Order, trying to explore its secrets, but gained nothing.

"Zhong Mountain, True Man..."

He murmured to himself, a thrilled smile spreading on his face; tomorrow, if he truly slays Zhang Fusheng and devours him, devours his life plate,

then the certainty of Devouring God... would be even greater!

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!"

He looked at the hundreds of catties of beast meat piled on the table in front of him and began devouring it in large bites. With each catty eaten, his body’s strength increased by a catty,

Ever since discovering his talent for devouring all, who knows how many catties of meat he’s consumed over the years?

From the initial ten catties a day, to later a hundred catties, hundreds of catties.....

It’s been so long, so very long since he had an opponent that pushed him to use his full strength.

"Eat a little more, eat a little more."

He chewed the beast meat voraciously as his body emitted a radiant glow, sweeping the large chunks of meat off the table like a whirlwind.

His mouth dripping with oil.

Black Eye approached quietly:

"He went to Yi Restaurant, but are you really sure? Zhang Fusheng is no Lin Dongxi."

He spoke softly:

"Lin Dongxi’s life plate shows past events, but Zhang Fusheng’s life plate reveals a glimpse of the future."

"The past is destined, unchangeable. The future is also destined, hard to alter."

Listening to his words, Niu Dali wiped his mouth and belched contentedly.

Hundreds of catties of beast meat transformed into hundreds of catties of strength, quietly stored within his body.

He said casually:

"I’ve said before, I only believe in now, in the present moment."

Swallowing hundreds of catties of meat without any change in physique, the sincere-looking young man stood, a gleam of madness in his eyes:

"Immortals, Buddha, God!"

"What can’t be eaten? You tell me, what can’t be eaten?"

Niu Dali opened his mouth, drool dripping:

"Devour... God..."

"If not for the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron, I would have torn him apart and eaten him already!"

Black Eye looked at the morbid youth and sighed softly:

"Alright, I’ve already arranged it. Those six outer church members will head to Yi Restaurant, and I also found out that Zhang Fusheng bought a plane ticket for two-thirty in the afternoon, heading to the prep area..."

"He won’t be able to leave."

Niu Dali wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth, stretched his muscles, feeling the immense and terrifying power roiling within him.

"I’ll call the second junior sister and arrange to meet her at Yi Restaurant for a meal."

Niu Dali smiled:

"This way, having a witness will make cleaning the sect seem proper, and when Master returns, he won’t be able to say a word against me."

......

Yi Restaurant.

The Jiang Banquet, in fact, didn’t have many people.

After all, the number of students from Lishu Middle School admitted to Jiang University could be counted on two hands,

There were more of the principal, several vice-principals, and then various department heads...

Not only did Zhu Xiaoming’s dad want to form a good connection with these students, but so did these school leaders.

When Zhang Fusheng and Zhu Xiaoming entered the private room, students and school leaders were already seated for the most part, engaging in ’mutual compliments’ on both sides.

"Being admitted to Jiang University is something to be truly proud of; our school is honored by you all....."

"It’s all thanks to Principal Lin and all the school leaders’ nurturing. Without Lishu Middle School, we wouldn’t be where we are today..."

Amidst the laughter,

Zhang Fusheng and Zhu Xiaoming sat next to Lu Yao and Zhong Yue.

"You finally made it?" Lu Yao whispered: "I was really bored to death!"

Zhu Xiaoming adorned a flattery smile:

"Yaoyao, has your family bought all the train tickets?"

"Yes, bought for two in the afternoon. I’ll have to leave right after the meal..."

Lu Yao looked somewhat puzzled:

"Who was that six-fingered woman you brought yesterday? After she talked with my dad for a while, he was scared out of his wits."

Zhu Xiaoming spread his hands:

"My dad was the same; he behaved like he saw a ghost when he met Sister Mingzhu. As for who she really is, you’ll have to ask Old Zhang."

"Old Zhang?"

Lu Yao and Zhong Yue looked at Zhang Fusheng blankly, the former curiously asked:

"Zhang Fusheng, is she a relative of yours?"

"Uh, not really."

Lu Yao was even more puzzled, but she didn’t dwell on it. In her view, it was just a trip to Dragon Boat City for a while.

She then asked:

"By the way, where’s Chen the Great Genius? Didn’t he come with you?"

Zhang Fusheng shrugged.

At that moment, the waiter began serving dishes one by one. Zhang Fusheng looked at the tiny abalone placed in front of him and fell silent.

"This thing costs twenty thousand??"

He indeed wasn’t short of money now, and money had even become ’worthless’ to him, but his mindset hadn’t adjusted that quickly yet.

He still couldn’t understand, this tiny piece of abalone, twenty thousand??

Zhu Xiaoming shrugged too:

"Who knows, hurry up and eat, there’s more. My dad ordered thirty of them, and there are only a bit more than ten people in total. If we eat quickly, we each can eat five or six of them..."

Saying this, he buried his head down, slurping them down.

"Well, can’t taste much of it..."

Zhang Fusheng rubbed his forehead.

"What about Nuanyu?" Principal Lin asked at this time: "Isn’t Chen the Great Genius joining us?"

The boy sitting next to the principal smiled and said:

"You know Nuanyu’s character, she never likes crowds. I heard she’s soaking in Jiang University’s library every day now... should I try giving her a call?"

Another student teased:

"Old Wang, not bad, you’re getting Chen the Genius’s number? You’re in luck!"

"Not at all," the boy said modestly, "I’m just kinda familiar with Nuanyu, after all, we were desk mates for three years..."

Zhu Xiaoming quietly said at this moment:

"Look, that’s Wang Cheng from the elite class, boasting over there. He got that number from me, you know, since I was in charge of organizing the Jiang Banquet."

Zhang Fusheng chuckled, not minding at all, concentrating wholeheartedly on eating the twenty-thousand-yuan abalone.

It’s a kind of special dried abalone, soft with a tender texture and rich aroma — but no way it’s worth twenty thousand!

However, it’s indeed an upper-grade delicacy, even calming the resentment in his chest.

The room suddenly fell silent, as someone pushed the door open and walked in.

"Chen the Great Genius is here!" Lu Yao whispered, waving to Zhang Fusheng, who curiously lifted his head to see a girl with a stranger-do-not-enter look, staring straight at him.

Amidst pairs of watching eyes.

The girl naturally squatted beside the boy.

’Crack!’

The sound of a chopstick snapping, a boy clenched his fist.

"You didn’t reply to my messages... you need to leave now."

Chen Nuanyu spoke softly, leaning in to whisper:

"I joined the Church; the Upper Envoy has arrived, planning to perform a Divine Descent before tonight, limited to the Lower Three Districts, but..."

She focused her sound into a thread, amidst blank and dazed stares, whispering close to Zhang Fusheng’s ear:

"There’s something odd, I just saw the Church mentioned that from the Investigation Bureau, more than sixty Vanguard Teams and ten Action Teams have arrived in Jiangzhou City."

"I’m taking a risk to come over, consider it repaying part of what I owe you, I’m planning to slip away now, will you?"

Zhang Fusheng’s expression suddenly darkened.

Sixty Vanguard Teams, ten Action Teams??

The Investigation Bureau’s Vanguard Team, led by Martial Arts Masters, Action Teams, led by Grandmasters.

Are they truly going to besiege the Western Sect?

Divine Descent is indeed limited to the Lower Three Districts, but what if they start fighting??

It’s not even one o’clock yet, and the plane doesn’t take off until two-thirty... time to head to the airport!

Zhang Fusheng stood up, instructing Zhu Xiaoming and the others to immediately head to the train station, while he himself strode towards the door.

Halfway through, a boy named Wang Cheng jumped out, blocking the door, his gaze cold, grinning without warmth:

"Hey buddy, let’s get acquainted? You look familiar, from the regular class, right? My name is..."

’Pop!’

Zhang Fusheng struck his chest with a slap, and the boy’s body flew out like a rag doll, embedded in the wall.

But Zhang Fusheng paused his steps.

Divine Thought swept out, revealing the appearance of Senior Brother and Second Senior Sister outside the hotel.

The door of the private room was pushed open again, and six masked men walked in, each kneeling on one knee towards Zhang Fusheng:

"Dear Disciple, we couldn’t capture Lin Dongxi, she ran away yesterday!"

Zhang Fusheng’s expression remained unchanged, not responding, suddenly looking at the shattered humanoid embedded in the wall.

The dead boy, in his shattered chest, it was filled with one after another, fresh and pulsating flesh balls.

Flesh Plague.

Wasn’t it supposed to be limited just to the Lower Three Districts?