FWF Chapter 19 Kill Ye Feng! Claim the Bounty!
Chapter 19 Kill Ye Feng! Claim the Bounty!
Jiangcheng, a hunters' gathering place in the west of the city.
As dusk fell, the setting sun dyed the sky a dark red, as if someone had splashed a basin of blood on the clouds.
In an inconspicuous tin shack, several people sat around a table.
Several photos were spread out on the table in the room. The photos showed a young man holding a long knife, with a handsome face and calm eyes.
"That's him." A one-eyed man pushed a photograph to the center of the table.
"The target is Ye Feng, a second-tier martial artist. He's been operating outside the city recently with Zhao Tieshan's team. The employer is asking for 50 million, just for a dead man."
"Fifty million?" A bald, burly man across from him whistled. "A second-tier kid, worth that much?"
"Don't underestimate him." The one-eyed man took a piece of paper out of his pocket and unfolded it.
"After Ye Tian, he is a descendant of martyrs, registered with the Night Watch and the military! He is extremely strong, with purple attributes, and can kill nine second-tier beasts in one go at the late stage of the first tier."
The atmosphere at the table shifted slightly.
"Purple? Descendant of a martyr?" The bald man's smile vanished.
"That's definitely worth the price. But the Night's Watch must be watching a genius like that, right? Wouldn't making a move cause trouble?"
"The employer said he'd smooth things over with the Night's Watch. We just need to get to work."
"Okay, I'll take the job."
"Don't rush." The one-eyed man raised his hand. "This job isn't just for you. The employer said whoever brings back Ye Feng's head gets the fifty million. No limit on the number of people or the methods."
The bald, burly man grinned: "Then what are we waiting for?"
He stood up, picked up the photo on the table, and stuffed it into his pocket.
"I will bring back the head within three days."
This news spread quickly among hunters in Jiangcheng.
This sparked a craze for "Kill Ye Feng! Get the bounty!"
……
At the same time, at the north gate of Jiangcheng, a black extended SUV slowly drove in.
There are no markings on the car, but anyone in the know can tell at a glance that the modifications cost at least three million.
The car's bulletproof armor, reinforced suspension, and military-grade communication system are not things that ordinary people can obtain.
The car stopped at the city gate, and the window was rolled down halfway.
Sitting in the back row was a young man in his early twenties, whose gaze lazily swept across the dusty streets of Jiangcheng, as if he were looking at an insignificant little place.
"Is this Jiangcheng?" His voice was very pleasant.
"Yes, young master." Sitting in the passenger seat was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a cold and hard face and a lean and wiry build.
"It's really run-down," the young man commented, then looked away. "Old Zhou, did you do what I asked you to do?"
"It's done." The man called Lao Zhou took out a photo from his pocket and handed it over.
"This is the best hunter team in Jiangcheng! They guarantee the successful completion of this trial mission."
The person in the photo is the bald, burly man who was tasked with hunting down Ye Feng.
This bald, burly man is the captain of the Wolf Fang Squad, the strongest wilderness hunter team in Jiangcheng. Known as Wolf Butcher, he is a martial artist at the early stage of the fourth rank.
"Fine! I don't know what the old man was thinking. He insisted I come to this lousy place for my trial!"
"I'm not even allowed to notify the local night watch and the military!"
"Young Master! The Master wants you to hone your talents and skills as much as possible!" Old Zhou, in the driver's seat, advised.
"Young Master is destined to inherit the position of family head; his martial arts skills can't be too weak!"
"I understand! I understand!" The young man's name was Zhou Shen, the eldest son of the Zhou family in Shanhe City, the provincial capital.
"Young Master, there's another interesting piece of news!" Old Zhou noticed that his young master seemed a bit uninterested.
"Oh?" Zhou Shen's interest was piqued. "Tell me about it!"
"I just received intelligence that the Li family of Jiangcheng has secretly announced a bounty hunter offer of 50 million for the head of a young prodigy named Ye Feng. And that young man only has the strength of the first rank."
Zhou Shen raised an eyebrow. "Fifty million? To buy the head of someone with only Tier 1 strength?"
"This is interesting! Have the Li family lost their minds, or is Ye Feng just exceptional?"
He knew perfectly well that fifty million was enough to buy the life of a late-stage fourth-tier martial artist!
"Let's go and see! If Ye Feng is truly talented, recruiting him would be a wonderful thing!"
His strength was average, but Old Zhou by his side was his protector, with the strength of the late fifth rank, who could completely roam freely in Jiangcheng.
He would then descend from the sky and save the young man, Ye Feng.
Ye Feng was so moved that he immediately bowed down in gratitude!
Old Zhou remained silent for a while, but did not voice his objection.
Anyway, the patriarch only sent the young master out to gain experience, and it's a good thing for him to see the bloodshed in the wilderness.
……
Achoo!
Ye Feng couldn't help but sneeze, wiping his alloy battle knife in his hand.
But the knife was badly damaged after a day of continuous fighting.
Boss Zhao and his men have finished collecting their spoils.
The cart was filled with furs and animal bones.
Boss Zhao looked at Ye Feng and the battle knife in his hand.
He turned around and took out a brand-new alloy longsword from the car.
He threw it directly to Ye Feng.
The long sword was entirely black, with intricate inscriptions engraved on the hilt, from which two large gilded characters could be vaguely discerned—"Slay Gods."
Ye Feng was taken aback, but then immediately drew his battle sword.
A cold glint appeared.
This knife is much better than my own alloy knife.
"This is?"
Ye Feng looked at Boss Zhao.
Zhao Laoda didn't say much, he just said one sentence.
"A fine sword is a match for a hero!"
Hong Gu chuckled softly, "Kid, you're in luck. This is a Tier 3 alloy longsword, a standard military weapon. Even in the military, it's a weapon that only Tier 3 martial artists are allowed to use."
"This was something Boss Zhao traded his coffin for; a knife like this can be exchanged for an apartment in the west of the city."
Ye Feng's hand trembled, and he almost lost his grip on the knife handle.
He knew that the western part of the city was the wealthy area of Jiangcheng, where a house would easily cost five million.
This knife must be worth at least five million.
"Xiao Feng, take it without worry!" Boss Zhao said when he saw that Ye Feng seemed a little reluctant.
"You not only saved the lives of the four of us, but you also made us a fortune."
"The materials from that fourth-tier king-level beast alone are worth tens of millions."
"If we add the spoils of war from the Wind Wolf Pack and Sun Hu's group."
"This trip brought us a profit of 20 million."
"Giving you a third-tier longsword isn't unreasonable!"
Reassured, Ye Feng put away his longsword.
This long sword weighs over a hundred pounds, making it unsuitable to hang on the waist; it can only be carried on the back.
After resting, the group prepared to return to Jiangcheng.
The original plan was to stay in the wilderness for a few days.
However, having exceeded their mission targets, they had no choice but to return to Jiangcheng ahead of schedule.
However, what they didn't know was that the journey back to Jiangcheng was far from peaceful.
Many people are already secretly waiting for their return.
As for what we're waiting for? Of course, we're waiting for Ye Feng's head.