I don't consider myself particularly strong.
Of course, whether I am strong or not doesn't depend on me, but on Yaoyao. She can control time, stretching it from one second to an hour at will, without affecting frequency or force. I don't know how she manipulates it, perhaps it's magic?
I called Chen Lu and asked her to call Song Wenzhi. When the call connected, I took the phone and said without any emotion, "Song Wenzhi, I am Chen Lu's boyfriend, Wu Chengfeng."
"Fuck your mother!"
"Swearing is pointless, Song, do you want to resolve this?" I asked.
"Fuck your mother! Where are you?"
I told him the factory address.
"Fuck your mother, you and that slut of a sister of yours had better be there!"
"We are. Come over, and we'll talk."
"Talk your mother! Fuck your mother! Fuck your mother! Fuck your mother! I'm swearing, so what!"
"Nine times." Fearing he would curse endlessly, I immediately hung up the phone.
Actually, he cursed one more time at the end, making it a perfect ten.
Never mind, I won't hold grudges against petty people. I'll pretend I didn't hear it.
After issuing the challenge, I conducted a final inspection of the "Yin Soldiers." Yaoyao had divided them into eight small squads, with about thirty people in each team, arranged in a Bagua formation at the eight corners of the square workshop. They were also stationed at the entrance. There was no need to leave space, as they were ethereal and wouldn't obstruct anyone. Chen Lu, unaware of what was happening, had moved through the ghost crowd several times without showing any signs of being "possessed."
On the other side, I also checked the one hundred million cash that Chen Jianguo had raised.
It was the first time I had seen so much cash. Although it was neatly stacked and densely packed, its volume exceeded one cubic meter. I know that money has a density similar to water, so its weight must be over a ton. No wonder they needed a truck to transport it. The unladen weight of an ordinary sedan is only about 1.5 tons.
There were also sacks in the truck for carrying the money. I thought about it and asked Chen Jianguo to divide the money into ten equal parts, with ten million in each bag, to facilitate bargaining. I wouldn't just throw a hundred million at them. One hundred million is a significant sum for anyone. It's not my money, so I can't squander it. I should try to save some for the Chen family.
I personally helped with the packaging. Mainly, I wanted to experience the joy of being rich. My hands were nimble, and I packed the fastest. By the time everything was done, I had "handled" over thirty million. Even after washing my hands, I still felt a heaviness in them!
If it weren't for the extraordinary encounters during this period, I probably wouldn't have earned as much money in my entire life as I touched today.
With the money formation and the Yin Soldier formation both set up, the remaining spirits had no substantial role to play. I simply told them to stay in the office at the back of the workshop. As long as there were no conflicts, they didn't need to come out. Only the fox spirit and Yaoyao stayed by my side. Yaoyao was there for moral support, and the fox spirit was the "instigator." I hadn't hit Song Wenzhi; I had only hit one of his subordinates. As for the slaps Song Wenzhi received, those were from my "sister," Kunkun.
Half an hour later, a dark shadow flew into the workshop through a ventilation window. I had already prepared a robe for her that was easy to put on and take off, and tossed it into the air. The Eagle spirit caught the robe, flew behind a large piece of equipment, and emerged five seconds later, wrapped in the robe, gasping, "They'll be here in five minutes."
"Did you get hit?" I frowned, noticing the left shoulder of her robe was soaked red.
The Eagle spirit nodded and exposed her shoulder. Indeed, there was a small hole. Judging by its position, it seemed to be near the base of her wing. It was impressive that she could fly so far even after being shot.
Yaoyao examined her. Fortunately, when the Eagle spirit was in her animal form, that area was thinner. The projectile didn't remain in her body but passed through, with no significant tumbling effect. After transforming back into human form, it was just a small puncture wound. For a demon, this was nothing. Yaoyao applied acupoint pressure to stop the bleeding for Yanan, then used a nearby welding torch to heat a dagger, searing the wound on Yanan's front and back shoulders. *Sizzle*, a smell of roasted pigeon filled the air.
Throughout the process, Yanan's expression didn't change. Not only could she fly for a long time, but she could also endure pain. Remarkable!
"Who shot you?" I asked.