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Chapter 737 - Chapter 737 Chapter 737 Who Is It

Chapter 737: Chapter 737: Who Is It? Chapter 737: Chapter 737: Who Is It? “`

Sister Hong contacted the other party through an intermediary, which still took some time.

It wasn’t until four in the afternoon that the tall, skinny man arrived with seven or eight people at the location where Feng Jun and the others were.

In this meeting, neither side talked much, nor did anyone ask out loud where the goods in the car had gone.

Before leaving, the man gave Feng Jun a cupped-fist salute as a sign of thanks, as the four cars were worth millions of baht.

Feeling more at ease, Feng Jun and his two companions decided to go shop a little more.

Feng Jing, this time, discovered Feng Jun’s blue Storage Bag. Curiosity led her to inspect it, and realizing the space inside was incredibly large, she kept shopping without worry, urging Sister Hong to continue as well, “Don’t worry, the Storage Bag is really big.”

Zhang Weihong had also come to accept that Teacher Mei could use the Storage Bag — since she had been able to take out and store materials from Maoshan’s Ancestral Tablet, they couldn’t keep these oddities from the rest of them.

Zhang Caixin had once challenged this issue, but the explanation given by Feng Jun left her with no comeback — “You have your own talents, and others have theirs. Everyone’s destiny is different; don’t envy others.”

Xiao Caixin was now diligently pursuing her cultivation, possibly due to this factor — she couldn’t learn Teacher Mei’s talents, but she could surely step up her cultivation, couldn’t she? As long as she progressed to the Qi Refinement Realm, she would also be able to use a Storage Bag.

In short, Feng Jing had seen through the capacity of the Large Storage Bag that Feng Jun carried, so she and Sister Hong naturally chose to continue spending money.

After some shopping, it was eight in the evening, and the trio hailed a taxi outside the shop to take them back.

Bangkok taxis have meters, but when encountering foreigners or visitors from other regions, they tend to not use them, instead quoting a price directly. This practice doesn’t really align with the image of the Capital City of Siam, but the drivers have their reasoning — traffic jams are possible.

Bangkok’s traffic jams are among the worst in the world, and the taxi driver quoted them 400 baht.

This price was slightly high, as they had not taken a taxi in Bangkok before, but Feng Jing, the travel expert among them, pointed it out quite clearly, “I’ve checked before. For a similar distance, the fare should be around 300 baht after bargaining.”

Feng Jun thought if it was a bit more expensive, so be it. Converted to Huaxia currency, it was just a difference of about twenty yuan.

But Sister Hong wouldn’t have it. Ever since she was suspected of ‘lowering the quality of Huaxia tourists,’ she’d been wanting to do something to prove herself, so she spoke up, “I won’t indulge this habit. We can’t let them think that Huaxia tourists are foolish and loaded with money.”

Alright, you’re right, Feng Jun had nothing to say, so he communicated with the driver again — among the three, his English was the smoothest.

But the driver refused to haggle, saying it was rush hour and 300 baht was too little. He wouldn’t take the job.

Seeing the driver’s ‘take it or leave it’ attitude, Feng Jun also got a bit annoyed.

However, there was no choice as there were no empty taxis around, not even a vacant motorbike taxi.

This taxi being able to stand still here was probably related to the driver charging more — after all, it was a shopping area mainly targeting foreigners, and undoubtedly there were tourists who weren’t concerned about money.

Then, Feng Jing used a sentence to persuade Sister Hong to get in the car, “We can’t let them think that all Huaxia tourists are poor, right?”

For Feng Jun, if given the choice, he would rather take a motorbike to carry them both back.

As for things like having no license plate, that wasn’t a big issue. The traffic in Bangkok gave rise to the Street Racing Gang’s reckless behavior; they weaved through the congested traffic with impunity, threading their way through any gap, driving against traffic, running red lights, all commonly seen practices.

Simply put, just talking about the road conditions, the place was much like a rural area in Huaxia — a supersized village that also experienced traffic jams.

Feng Jun didn’t ride a motorbike mainly because he felt… his riding skills probably couldn’t match those motorcyclists who were literally gambling with their lives.

Enough small talk. Not long after they got into the taxi, they indeed started hitting traffic. After a while, Feng Jing quietly spoke from the backseat, “It seems we’re going the wrong way. We should have turned left.”

As soon as they were in the car, she had been looking at the map, and as a travel expert, she certainly had a lot of experience in this area.

Feng Jun translated what she said, and the driver glanced at him, muttered something to the effect of “It’s gridlocked ahead, so I’m taking a detour. Anyway, we agreed on 400 baht, and I won’t ask for more.”

Feng Jun thought there was some logic to it. One good thing about settling on a price was that it didn’t matter how the driver wanted to take a detour.

However, he had underestimated the integrity of the people of Siam. After several twists and turns, the taxi drove into a small alley and straight into a yard.

As soon as the car stopped, the gate behind them closed, and seven or eight men emerged, two of whom even had guns in their hands — indeed, Siam was a country without strict gun control.

Feng Jun was stunned for a moment before he looked coldly toward the taxi driver, “What do you mean by this?”

The driver said nothing but pulled out a handgun from under the seat, showing Feng Jun a toothy grin. He waved the gun, signaling for him to get out.

Feng Jun’s mind raced, figuring it was likely that the daytime transaction had encountered a problem.

If that was not the reason, then it was probably… a loose end from Qingcheng’s side.

But he was genuinely surprised, considering the incident in Jin City involved nations from the southwest, but that should not include Siam.

Could it be… His thoughts again drifted to the people from Splendid Properties he had met a few days ago.

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No matter what, the other party had three guns in their hands, and although he was now immune to knives and bullets, there were still two women sitting in the back seat–he was obligated to ensure they remained unharmed.

These thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning, and in the next moment, he raised his hands and spoke loudly, “Don’t shoot, just name your price.”

Immediately after, the car door on his side was yanked open, and two men reached in to grab him.

Someone tried to open the rear car door as well, but Sister Hong and Feng Jing were quick-witted; they grabbed the door handle with one hand and held down the lock button with the other, refusing to let them succeed.

The cab driver with the pistol shook it menacingly toward the back seat, the threat clear: Want to take a bullet?

“Stop!” Feng Jun shouted, “Don’t you guys want money anymore?”

He pretended to be unaware of their origins, treating the situation as if he was encountering robbers.

And unconsciously, he slightly adjusted his appearance, just in case there were cameras around.

That was one of the reasons he didn’t let the two women exit the car; both Sister Hong and Feng Jing had his Essence Blood Protection Talisman on them, which could handle being struck by a bullet. Of course, they couldn’t withstand many shots, but he didn’t believe the other party would have that many chances to fire.

He would never allow his women to take risks. Even if forced to fight, he didn’t want their faces captured on camera. As for his own face… he could guarantee that if they tried to find him by that image, they would never locate his true self.

Adjusting one’s features didn’t require much–just altering hard indicators like the distance between the eyes was enough.

Even if the image captured looked exactly like him, if the hard indicators didn’t match, then it was nonsense–this is a world that believes in science.

As soon as he shouted, the driver indeed stopped moving.

A man holding a Glock pistol approached, poking his chest with the muzzle and demanded in broken English, “Money, we want lots of money…”

I hate Glock pistols! Feng Jun spread his hands, “No problem at all.”

Then he reached for his storage bag, opened it, and took out all the cash inside, which amounted to roughly forty or fifty thousand Thai Baht, over five thousand Huaxia currency, and ten thousand US dollars.

Altogether, the money summed up to be worth more than eighty thousand Huaxia currency.

In his hand, he still had some loose Thai Baht bills, around seven or eight hundred, “This money… can it be our travel funds?”

“Not enough!” the cab driver shouted, “Go withdraw money, I know you are very rich.”

Withdrawing money in Siam was very convenient; there were bank ATMs on the streets, and they accepted Huaxia’s UnionPay cards. It didn’t matter if the account was in Huaxia currency because it would be dispensed in Thai Baht.

Hmm? Feng Jun’s mind raced as he coldly stared at the driver, “Don’t push your luck.”

“There’s nothing excessive about it!” the cab driver yelled, “You’re rich, extremely rich… Buying so many expensive items and having beautiful women, why should you have all this money!”

Feng Jun blinked, and felt a bit puzzled; could it be… a spontaneous robbery?

All along, he thought someone was targeting him, but now, it seemed… maybe not?

The man with the Glock pistol swung his hand, landing a heavy punch on Feng Jun’s stomach.

To Feng Jun, this punch was merely tickling, but it would be unbearable for any ordinary person.

He clutched his belly, moaning softly, his face full of pain.

“Tsk, his acting is a bit fake,” Sister Hong commented with interest from behind the window, “He’s supposed to be a Qi Refinement master… he should take a look at ‘An Actor Prepares’.”

In Feng Jing’s hand appeared a Type 54 pistol, which she fumbled with nervously as she checked the gun, then looked up when she heard Sister Hong’s words, “Don’t just have fun watching; remember to protect yourself. Actually, we’re his burdens.”

Seeing Feng Jun’s pathetic state, the man with the Glock snickered, “Bring out another million Baht or I’m leaving you and your women behind. You don’t have much time; I’ll give you just half an hour.”

Feng Jun’s frown deepened, “It’s really hard to withdraw a million in such a short time.”

Actually, he was quite confused. If he made a move now, he was confident he could subdue everyone present.

But he couldn’t figure out what was going on, so he could only stall to see how the other side would react.

“No time?” The man with the Glock let out a light chuckle, then with a wave of his hand, two skinny men approached.

These two were typical natives of Siam. One of them held a small plastic bag, shaking it a bit.

Inside the small plastic bag was a white powdery substance.

The man smiled nefariously, “Know what this is? Drugs…”

“If you can’t deliver, then we’ll have to call the police. And when we do, they’ll find this on you…”

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