Though Ying Fengzhen hesitated, he dared not delay, and quickly rushed to Lord Gun's residence with the note.
Lord Gun's real name was unknown to anyone; in Mo Wen Tian Ya, most people called him Lord Gun, those familiar with him called him Old Stick, and his opponents referred to him as Old Stick.
At this moment, Lord Gun was staring obsessively at the photo in his hand, which was of Yun Qianqian.
Lord Gun's eyes showed obsession and greed; from the moment he saw the photo, he couldn't wait to claim Yun Qianqian for himself.
Nearly sixty years old, he was already past his prime, but looking at the photo, he seemed to return to his peak state of youth, with a burning desire igniting within him, determined to obtain Yun Qianqian at any cost.
When Ying Fengzhen rushed to Lord Gun's residence, Lord Gun was still staring blankly at the photo, as if he hadn't noticed Ying Fengzhen's arrival.
Ying Fengzhen cleared his throat, and Lord Gun finally snapped back to reality, a flicker of impatience in his eyes quickly replaced by greed: "What is it? Is there news about this woman?" Lord Gun's voice was deep and hoarse.
Ying Fengzhen dared not be slow, and quickly stepped forward, presenting the note in his hand, reporting in a low voice: "Lord Gun, there is news of Yun Qianqian."
Upon hearing this, Lord Gun suddenly looked up, snatched the note, and his sharp gaze swept over its contents, a hint of fanaticism and greed flashing in his eyes.
"Good, very good! This time I will go myself; all these women are mine! Immediately gather your men and prepare to depart. Remember, the news must not be leaked; I want to monopolize these beauties!"
Jun Wushuang's guess was extremely accurate; a dozen top-tier and even higher-tier women made Lord Gun completely lose his mind. He didn't even ask for details, directly ordering his trusted subordinates to gather, with only one thought remaining in his mind—he must acquire this batch of beauties.
Upon hearing this, Ying Fengzhen stood still. He knew that Lord Gun would lose his mind and act without hesitation as soon as he saw the information on the note.
He asked, somewhat hesitantly: "Lord Gun, the source of the information is still unclear. Do we need to verify it again?"
Lord Gun waved his hand impatiently: "No need to say more, we'll take 20 people who have lit the Six Lotus Seeds! We must ensure absolute certainty. Hurry up, if Yin Jiu that bastard finds out about the news, it will be troublesome!"
Ying Fengzhen's heart tightened, knowing that Lord Gun's decision was made and there was no room for negotiation.
He quickly turned to relay the orders, but secretly pondered that this journey would be perilous and unpredictable, requiring careful handling.
Ying Fengzhen quickly mobilized Lord Gun's trusted subordinates and elite forces, and twenty powerhouses who had lit the Six Lotus Seeds quickly assembled, ready for departure.
The impatient Lord Gun immediately got into the luxurious off-road vehicle, and the roar of the vehicle's engine sounded particularly harsh in the night.
Under the blood-red night, the convoy, like a black python, snaked through the city's arteries, speeding towards Firefly's location.
This operation, including Lord Gun and Ying Fengzhen, totaled 22 people. Five off-road vehicles sped through the night, followed by a large truck.
What was the large truck for? Naturally, Lord Gun had specially arranged it to transport the "beauties," ensuring that once they were captured, these beauties could be quickly moved to his territory.
Lord Gun could no longer suppress his inner ecstasy and desire, planning to fully enjoy their stunning beauty and graceful figures in the truck on the return journey after capturing these exquisite beauties.
Ying Fengzhen sat in the passenger seat, his expression solemn.
This news came too suddenly, and he always had a feeling of unease in his heart.
However, facing Lord Gun, who had been blinded by beauties, he was helpless.
As the convoy drove out of Lord Gun's sphere of influence, under the blood-red night, Jun Wushuang, cloaked in black, hid in the shadows, watching the convoy disappear with a cold gaze, a sneer playing on his lips, thinking to himself: "Old Stick, this time you're dead; next, your forces will be mine to take over."
Jun Wushuang quietly retreated, his figure merging into the night. He had already begun preparing his plan to take over Lord Gun's forces.
Meanwhile, Zuo Feng was sitting on the sofa in the villa, staring at A Mao, who had just finished bathing and was wrapped in a bath towel, a hint of awe flashing in his eyes.
Now, A Mao truly could be called an ugly duckling turned into a swan, her delicate features and smooth skin gleaming under the lights.
Zuo Feng finally understood at this moment why A Mao had always kept herself dirty; it was to hide her stunning beauty.
A Mao's looks could completely rival Xiao Nv Pu's, belonging to the level of exquisite beauty.
It was just a pity that she was too young, and her body hadn't fully developed yet. According to Zuo Feng's assessment of A Mao's figure, it was—a shriveled bean sprout.
Perhaps due to long-term malnutrition, A Mao was truly too thin, heartbreakingly so.
Zuo Feng naturally had no improper thoughts; the reason for his awe was simply the immense contrast in A Mao's appearance. Before and after bathing, she was like a different person, as if reborn.
A Mao, perhaps because it was her first time facing Zuo Feng with her true appearance, seemed a little flustered and uneasy, lowering her head, not daring to meet Zuo Feng's eyes. Her hands unconsciously twisted the edge of the bath towel, a faint blush rising on her face, like a budding flower quietly blooming in the room.
Seeing this, Zuo Feng's eyelids couldn't help but twitch twice, and he screamed wildly in his heart: "Little Ancestor, please don't twist the bath towel anymore. If you keep twisting it, and it falls off, that would be awkward."
After all, he wasn't mentally prepared to face such a sensuous scene, especially since A Mao was still a child, underage—that would be a crime!
"My sin, my sin," Zuo Feng muttered to himself.
He quickly averted his gaze and hurriedly took out a set of clean clothes from the kongling crystal, handing them to A Mao, and softly said: "Go change into these; don't catch a cold."
The kongling crystal Zuo Feng wore belonged to Da Bai Tu, so there was naturally no shortage of women's clothing inside. Da Bai Tu loved all kinds of new clothes, so there were plenty of clothes in the kongling crystal.
A Mao took the clothes, quietly said "Thank you," and then limped to the bedroom, her back carrying a barely perceptible tremor.
Zuo Feng looked at A Mao's retreating figure, a complex emotion welling up in his heart.
A Mao, at her age, should have been carefree and innocent, but due to the cruelty of the apocalypse, she was forced to mature, giving her a resilience and maturity that didn't belong to her age.
Only after A Mao entered the bedroom did Zuo Feng let out a long sigh of relief, secretly glad that no criminal scene had occurred. Zuo Feng was law-abiding, and the Minor Protection Law was always firmly in his mind.
Zuo Feng retracted his gaze and began to plan his next actions.
Now, there were only two things he needed to do:
First, wait for someone to complete the bounty mission so he could get news of the Xenomorph .
Second, wait for Xiao Rou to obtain the experimental potion and data and deliver them to him.
During this period, Zuo Feng had to be extremely low-key. It would be troublesome if Yin Jiu discovered him in E City.
This was Yin Jiu's territory; once discovered, he wouldn't have the ability to escape from here.
In other words, until these two things were completed, he had to stay hidden in this villa, avoiding contact with outsiders.
