Chapter 321: 321 Where are the footprints?

Hehe, Zhou Xiaotong silently smiled. “Didn’t Yuan Huapeng tell you, I like danmei?”

This fucking taste! Feng Jun opened another bottle of beer, blew into it twice, and then let out a long, resounding belch.

“Look at me, drinking beer in the snow in the dead of winter, isn’t that kind of stupid?”

“A bit,” Zhou Xiaotong nodded, “but if you like it, that’s what matters.”

“Yeah,” Feng Jun nodded and sighed lightly, “if I like it, that’s what matters… I didn’t force you to drink.”

“Likewise, I’m not interested in prying into your sexual orientation, whether you’re a fujoshi or a bisexual plug, just don’t bother me with it, although I also think your tastes are a bit heavy.”

Zhou Xiaotong was silent for a while before finally speaking, “But, you fit the image of the male lead I have in mind perfectly.”

Feng Jun took a sip of beer and spoke leisurely, “So, you should feel lucky that this is the capital city.”

Zhou Xiaotong’s eyes spun around, and, with hands propping her chin, she stared at him with great interest, “Or else what?”

Feng Jun lifted his hand and grabbed Zhou Xiaotong’s cup; with a slight application of force, the ceramic cup instantly split into seven or eight pieces.

He picked up a small shard, pinched it between his thumb and index finger, and the shard immediately turned into white powder, rustling as it fell onto the table mat.

He raised his eyelids, looking at her expressionlessly, “What did you just ask me?”

Zhou Xiaotong stared at the small pile of powder, and after a pause, smiled sweetly, “Indeed, a martial artist from the Martial World.”

Feng Jun glanced at her disdainfully and continued drinking from his bottle.

Zhou Xiaotong was still marvelling, “I never expected things from the legends to be true, but… why haven’t I seen it before?”

Feng Jun looked at her out of the corner of his eye, intuitively feeling that this weirdo wasn’t saying anything good.

Zhou Xiaotong ignored him and mused aloud, “Let me think… You treated Yuan Zihao very discreetly, proving you don’t want others to know. Does that mean you have a secret?”

Feng Jun’s face darkened: Are you seriously tired of living?

With a clap, Zhou Xiaotong put her hands together, her face brightening with a gleeful smile, “This secret could be beneficial to the country, hmm, I could report it, and they might detain you for examination…wrong one, at least force out your secret.”

“Hehe,” Feng Jun chuckled, “Do you think this is a novel? Do you like to visit Qidian Chinese in your spare time?”

“It’s not a novel, it’s the truth,” Zhou Xiaotong lifted her head, looking at him with a beaming smile, “You certainly wouldn’t refuse to serve your country, right?”

She was, of course, being sarcastic, as anyone with a decent IQ could deduce that Master Feng preferred to keep a low profile.

Feng Jun paid her no mind and instead turned to address his female assistant softly, “If you dare touch your mobile phone again… I guarantee you’ll regret it.”

The female assistant’s hand, reaching for her mobile phone, instinctively withdrew, then she glanced at Zhou Xiaotong.

Feng Jun also looked at Zhou Xiaotong, speaking lazily, “I’m serving the country by working honestly. As for the other things you mentioned… you’re overthinking it.”

With another clap, Zhou Xiaotong continued with a smile, “Right, you’re also a rich man. Have you evaded taxes or not? Where did your first bucket of gold come from, and do you have any original sin capital-wise… These are things that can be checked.”

“Hehe,” Feng Jun laughed angrily, “Have you considered what kind of price you might pay for infuriating me?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Zhou Xiaotong watched him happily, the angrier he got, the happier she became, “You said it yourself, this is the capital city… right?”

Feng Jun tilted his head back and downed a bottle of beer in one go, thumped it down on the table mat, belched a series of burps, and then spoke lightly, “I hope you never leave the capital city in the future.”

He was about to stand up and leave when Zhou Xiaotong laughed, “Hehe, Master Feng, it was just a joke, why so serious?”

Feng Jun gave her a sidelong glance, “Since you know I’m a master, you still dare to joke… Who gave you the courage?”

Zhou Xiaotong coughed awkwardly, “I know I was wrong. I won’t resist whatever punishment you decide, Master Feng.”

When a beautiful woman tells you that you can punish her however you wish, what does that mean?

Feng Jun’s heart rate couldn’t help but quicken, even though he knew this beauty’s private life was a mess, but the fact remained, she was indeed beautiful, and furthermore… she was a highly privileged member of the elite.

Her top-tier looks and status easily provoked a desire to conquer, a pursuit of the thrill of trampling over the elite.

Nevertheless, in the end, he controlled his primal impulses and spoke languidly, “Look how vain you are, wanting me to punish you? Alright, you can go now, just don’t show up in front of me anymore.”

Zhou Xiaotong looked ready to explode again, “Do you find me dirty? Can I be dirtier than Guo Bingying?”

“I have no interest in discussing this with you,” Feng Jun waved his hand impatiently, “Leave before I lose my temper.”

“I have a condition,” Zhou Xiaotong stared straight at him, “if you promise me, I won’t cause you any trouble.”

Feng Jun pondered for a moment, “Say it, but if it’s about being the male lead or something… better shut up.”

“I want your pills,” Zhou Xiaotong’s tone was very firm, “Ten Body Tempering Pills, ten Foundation Establishment Pills.”

Feng Jun waved his hand dismissively, “You can go and report this, find someone to slice me up.”

“Why?” Zhou Xiaotong’s eyes widened, “If Yuan Zihao can get two Foundation Establishment Pills and one Body Tempering Pill, why can’t I ask for some? I can give you money.”

The corner of Feng Jun’s mouth twitched. He finally understood why she dared to make such an outrageous demand. Just because Yuan Zihao had them, you think you can have them too?

He really didn’t feel like explaining in detail, “It’s not a matter of money, what he gave me, you can’t.”

Zhou Xiaotong persisted, “What did he give you? If the Yuan Family can afford it, so can I.”

Feng Jun opened another bottle of beer, “Money can’t buy everything… Who I choose to sell to is my business.”

He didn’t want to talk about the medicine and such. How could he casually discuss this kind of transaction?

Besides, the Yuan Family could muster the necessary resources because they were all siblings of a certain age, with their own territory and connections, wielding corresponding influence.

Although Zhou Xiaotong might come from a better family and could throw her weight around in the capital, her age was an issue. It’s not that Feng Jun underestimated her, but there were certain things that were too taboo, and without direct relations, they really weren’t easy to get a hold of.

Zhou Xiaotong became angry again, her voice icy, “So you’re not going to give me face?”

“Give me one reason why I must give you face!”

Zhou Xiaotong was also puzzled, I apologized for the wrongdoing yesterday, didn’t I? And you didn’t suffer any real loss.

She snorted coldly, “I’ve already lowered my stance quite a lot. If you think I’m asking for too much, you could have bargained.”

Feng Jun found it both infuriating and amusing. So you know you’re asking for too much? And you’re waiting for me to haggle?

He felt that Zhou Xiaotong’s biggest problem might be a lack of intelligence, “I never intended to give them to you, so does quantity… matter?”

Zhou Xiaotong’s face fell again, “Maybe you’re not afraid of being reported, but once an investigation begins, the state machinery could get involved, and your bird might end up getting sliced.”

“Pfft,” Feng Jun sprayed out a mouthful of beer, “It’s a crow, wild… not my bird, you moron?”

Frustration flashed across Zhou Xiaotong’s face, “I’m being serious here, are you sure you want to stoop to my level?”

The night deepened, the temperature dropped, and her breath turned into a faint mist.

“Not interested in stooping to your level. Your taste is so crude, you’re like a train conductor… Dirty, dirty, dirty.”

“Feng Jun!” Zhou Xiaotong spoke sternly, “Think carefully. If I really report this, not just you, but your family and friends might be affected. Don’t you care, don’t they?”

Feng Jun turned his head, a fierce light flashing in his eyes, “Is this a threat? It seems I have to change my mind… You’re forcing me.”

As the fierce light flashed, an overwhelming aura burst from within him, but just as quickly as it arose, it disappeared, and without close observation, it would be taken for a momentary illusion.

However, Zhou Xiaotong had been closely watching him. She was set to provoke him further, but for some unknown reason, her body uncontrollably shivered.

Yet, being accustomed to getting her way, she lifted her chin defiantly, her slender neck appearing even longer, “Thinking of killing? Come on then, take your shot.”

Feng Jun gazed at her blankly for a moment, then burst out laughing, “I’ve only heard of, ‘Come on, let’s enjoy ourselves.’

“Enjoy ourselves?” Zhou Xiaotong regarded him disdainfully, “With your taste in picking Guo Bingying?”

As she spoke, she stood up, “If you change your mind, remember to let me know.”

“Take it easy,” Feng Jun pressed down on the table, leaping up in a flash, his silhouette whirling down the steps and then striding away. Among the dancing snowflakes, his voice carried back to her, “Remember to pay the bill.”

“Damn,” Zhou Xiaotong stood there stunned, the swear word slipping out, “This guy… he could go on to compete in the Olympic long jump, right?”

From the mouth of the cold and noble beauty emerged the coarse words of the common folk, which was… quite a different flavor.

The chef took the two thousand yuan and scurried away, having heard too many things he shouldn’t have, fearful of not getting away fast enough.

The female assistant paused, glancing at the cooking utensils, “Hey, you left your cooking gear.”

“That’s not mine,” the chef scrambled away, disappearing into the distance.

Just then, the male assistant hurried down the steps, crouching to inspect the ground, then gesturing with a low, panicked call, “Sister Tong… you should come and look.”

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaotong quickly walked down, bending over to take a closer look, then she spoke bewilderedly, “Look at what, there’s nothing here… What’s got you so agitated?”

“The absence of anything is exactly what’s terrifying,” the male assistant said with a downcast face, “I was a bit puzzled at first, how he didn’t get hurt or slip when he jumped down, so I wanted to check if it was muddy. But now, the problem is the footprints… Where are his footprints?”

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