Zuo Feng put away the letter, took out paper and pen, and wrote a reply.
The content of the letter was simple: informing Yun Qianqian that there was nothing major, she could rest assured and handle Firefly’s internal affairs, and not worry about Mo Wen Tian Ya’s retaliation in E City, etc. It also included how he met A Mao.
At the same time, he also instructed Yun Qianqian to have the research team take some time to study the potion he had Kong Ling bring back, to see if A Mao had any chance of being cured.
Of course, everything was centered on the research of the New type of symbiotic zombie virus. Although Zuo Feng sympathized with A Mao, he would not affect the research progress of the New type of symbiotic zombie virus for the sake of A Mao alone.
Zuo Feng folded the letter, handed it to Kong Ling, and whispered, “Kong Ling, go back and give the letter to Da Bai Tu.”
Kong Ling returned with a briefcase in her hand, filled with experimental potions and data.
Zuo Feng kept Pang Duddu. Such a useful messenger, of course, he had to keep one by his side, in case of an emergency, it would be convenient to transmit information.
Although Pang Duddu could not sense the location of Zuo Feng and the girls who had relationships with Zuo Feng, it could sense Kong Ling’s location.
After seeing off Kong Ling and Yuan Gun Gun, Pang Duddu had already disappeared into the void.
Zuo Feng walked out of the bedroom and sat down on the sofa again, secretly pondering his next plan.
Originally, Zuo Feng’s mission was only to find news of the Xenomorph, and after subduing it, he could return to Firefly Base.
But now there was the added threat of a mysterious black shadow. Since this black shadow would use Firefly as a tool, he must not have a good impression of Firefly. Zuo Feng had to quickly find out the black shadow’s true identity. The potential threat was the most troublesome. As for Yin Jiu and You Huanghe, they were out in the open, so there was no need to worry too much.
Zuo Feng’s fingers unconsciously tapped on the table, and he began to analyze:
First, the black shadow must have some understanding of Firefly’s strength. Too many people understood Firefly’s strength; most people in H City probably knew, so this point couldn't be used for investigation.
Second, there were also many people hostile to Firefly, and it was unknown who they were. People’s hearts are hidden, difficult to fathom. Who knows whether others are sincere or fake towards oneself? This scope was too broad.
Third, the black shadow choosing to act at this time must have a deep meaning, perhaps related to the internal strife of Mo Wen Tian Ya. Since he used Firefly’s blade to kill Lord Gun and others, it is possible that killing Lord Gun benefited him, or Lord Gun had a personal grudge with him. Therefore, starting from the clue of Lord Gun might find a breakthrough.
However, Zuo Feng was currently inconvenient to show his face outside, and he had no connections in E City. He could only rely on Xiao Rou to see if he could get any useful information.
As a receptionist in the Bounty Hall, Xiao Rou was quite well-informed with gossip, and perhaps some clues could be gleaned from her.
“Zuo-dage, what are you thinking about?” A Mao’s voice interrupted Zuo Feng’s thoughts.
Zuo Feng came back to his senses and smiled slightly, “Nothing, just thinking about some people and some things.”
A Mao lowered her head slightly, twisting the corner of her clothes, and timidly said, “Zuo-dage, can you tell me about Firefly Base?”
Ever since learning of Firefly’s existence, A Mao had yearned for it.
A Mao didn’t tell Zuo Feng that she could feel she might not be able to hold on until the day she entered Firefly.
When she woke up today, she clearly felt her body was becoming weaker, as if her life force was rapidly draining away.
This speed was several times faster than before, causing a strange fear to surge in A Mao’s heart, but she suppressed it, not wanting Zuo Feng to worry. She knew Zuo-dage had important business in E City, and she didn’t want to be a burden to him.
But she still hoped to learn more about Firefly, even just listening was enough. Perhaps this was her fate, destined only to gaze at that bright land in her dreams.
Zuo Feng looked at A Mao, a hint of pity welling up in his heart, and softly said, “Firefly is a place full of hope. People there can eat their fill, and if they get sick, there’s medicine. There’s no oppression there; as long as you’re not lazy, everyone can live with dignity…”
A Mao’s eyes were filled with longing as she listened carefully to Zuo Feng’s narration, constantly envisioning that land full of hope in her mind, as if she saw herself laughing, running, and living a carefree life there.
Zuo Feng slowly recounted, and A Mao listened intently, her face beaming with yearning.
One spoke, one listened, as if time stood still at that moment.
At noon, a soft knock on the door broke the serenity. Zuo Feng got up to open the door. Outside, Xiao Rou stood at the doorway with a food container, smiling, “Zuo-dage, I’ve brought you your meal.”
Xiao Rou was now extremely meticulous in caring for Zuo Feng, this big client. Zuo Feng’s breakfast was personally prepared by her, and now, just at noon, she had prepared lunch again.
Zuo Feng stepped aside, letting Xiao Rou in:
“Come in, let’s eat together.”
He was just about to inquire about Lord Gun from Xiao Rou, and eating while chatting was perfect.
After Xiao Rou entered the room, she placed the food container on the table and opened it, a waft of fragrant food filling the air.
Xiao Rou was quite leisurely now; her primary task was to serve Zuo Feng, this important client, well. Everything else took a backseat, so she naturally had time to prepare exquisite meals.
As she set out the tableware, she softly said, “Mr. Zuo, the bounty you posted caused a huge stir. I estimate that nearly half of the Mutants in E City have gone out! I believe it won’t be long before there’s information about the Xenomorph.”
Zuo Feng nodded, picked up A Mao, and gently placed her on a chair.
A Mao’s left foot had already begun to turn woody, and now, even walking was difficult for A Mao.
She tried hard to force a smile, not wanting Zuo Feng to notice her pain.
Zuo Feng sat at the dining table, picked up a piece of food and put it in his mouth, asking as he ate, “Xiao Rou, how much do you know about this person, Lord Gun?”
Xiao Rou frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said, “Lord Gun and Ninth Lord are sworn enemies. Both of them like beautiful women, but Lord Gun’s methods are more ruthless. Rumor has it that because Lord Gun is old and impotent, his temper has become more violent, and his actions more erratic.
Countless women have died by his hand. It is said that those women were tortured to death by Lord Gun, with extremely cruel methods.
Mr. Zuo, why are you suddenly bringing up Lord Gun? Are you also interested in him?”
A hint of doubt flashed in Xiao Rou’s eyes.
Zuo Feng put a piece of meat into A Mao’s bowl and replied, “Yes, I’m interested in him. Xiao Rou, if I say I want information about Lord Gun, can you get it for me?
Preferably his recent movements in his sphere of influence, can you get that?”
Zuo Feng speculated that if the mysterious black shadow was not an enemy of Lord Gun, then he killed Lord Gun to gain some benefit.
With Lord Gun’s death, the greatest benefit would naturally be the power he wielded.
Therefore, by examining Lord Gun’s sphere of influence and recent movements, clues about the black shadow might be found.
Because the news of Lord Gun’s death had not yet reached E City, in E City, besides Zuo Feng, probably only the black shadow knew that Lord Gun was certainly dead. With such a favorable information asymmetry, Zuo Feng did not believe the black shadow would do nothing.