Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1782 - 842 Blocked Heart One Blade_2

Chapter 1782: Chapter 842 Blocked Heart One Blade_2

Not far from the tree, Xu Xiaoyan had one leg on the ground, holding her phone to her ear with one hand, and using the other to block the wind from her face so her voice could be as clear as possible into the phone.

On the deserted street, the girl’s voice was partly carried away by the wind as soon as it left her mouth, drifting to Xiaohei the bird’s ears as well.

"...Didn’t you say you don’t care about the company’s matters anymore? I thought you guys were together! Today Yan Xiaofei has something going on, I wanted to go shopping with you all... They left so early; I thought they were all sleeping in at the dorm! Alright, if you’re busy, take care of your stuff, I’ll call Laoda!"

After hanging up the call, the girl cautiously glanced behind her, as if afraid that the family Mercedes-Benz might suddenly appear from around the corner. After looking, she found a number and dialed it.

A moment later, she was heard saying, "Lingling, where did you all go to play... Huh? You’re not with them either? Went to see your Hehe, right? Of course, I understand, it’s nothing; I’m just asking what you all are doing today! Okay, I still have things to do, so I won’t tell you..."

Then she glanced back again, dialed a third number: "Second sis, I’m coming to hang out with you, you’re free today, right... That’s good, I’ll discuss with you about when to leave... Wait for me, I’ll be there soon..."

After hanging up, the girl tucked the phone into her pocket, once again with a guilty glance back, then happily rode off quickly on her electric scooter...

Xiaohei the bird watched the girl’s figure move toward the intersection, and suddenly there were more people over there. Turning a corner, her figure blended into the flow of people.

At that moment, Yan Sanfen, who seemed to have never known the feeling of being stifled, for the first time felt a heavy blockage in his heart.

Incredibly, incredibly, incredibly heavy...

Actually, that silly girl already knew he had secrets, right? So when she saw that he couldn’t come up with a lie, she made one up first to give him peace of mind.

When Xiaohei the bird could no longer see the girl’s figure, it took flight, then saw her figure again amidst the traffic flow.

The flow of bicycles and electric scooters in the Provincial City is as famous as its wind; from above, the traffic of electric scooters and bicycles looks like a flowing river. Although the Provincial City’s wind is not as fierce as the coastal areas, it is particularly cold and dry, though not as biting as the northwest regions, it still feels piercingly cold...

Xiaohei the bird circled twice in the wind, then flew eastward without looking back.

...

In Wan City, a small cattle-producing area, there is also a Yellow Cattle Association. Then in a place like Japan that can make beef world-renowned, there must also be such associations.

Soldier’s Cry County, Kobe, is the world’s most famous Wagyu Beef production area. Although this beef accounts for less than one percent of Japan’s total beef production, its status is significant. Therefore, Soldier’s Cry County, Kobe, is also the main activity area of this association, and one of the main leaders, Sora Ishihara, lives here.

Sora Ishihara’s family controls not only most of the Wagyu Beef production but also owns multiple ranches in other well-known brand beef-producing areas, making them a critical family in the entire industry.

Though nearly eighty and lacking vitality, Sora Ishihara still insists on striving for the development of Japan’s beef industry—though aside from himself, everyone, including the younger generation in his own family, openly or covertly expresses that it’s all simply because the old man can’t let go of his power.

When the sun rises in the morning, Sora Ishihara starts his day with the help of two young and beautiful maids. In his words, it is called working at sunrise, a health maintenance saying from China.

Although when the sun rises in winter, it’s actually not too early. But in summer, when the sun rises too early, he conveniently forgets about working at sunrise...

After savoring a carefully prepared dinner, Sora Ishihara maintained his habit of taking a hundred steps after a meal before entering his office.

Usually, there’s nothing much to do; some trivial matters others are unwilling to bother him with. But these past few days were different because someone in the vast and resource-rich neighbor China suddenly got the highest beef rating from America, which seemed to suddenly multiply the matters at Sora Ishihara’s side.

Having been through war, Sora Ishihara deeply understands that if he lets this situation go unchecked given China’s vast resources, Japan’s beef might soon face a stumbling block... the kind that might even knock your teeth out if you’re not careful.

Of course, this is also the unanimous view of the association, so when Sora Ishihara received the news and proposed obstructing this suddenly emerging brand, everyone in the association unanimously approved his decision.

After sitting down and sipping a few cups of tea, Sora Ishihara slightly nodded at the two maids beside him. They immediately stood up and walked out.

Soon, a middle-aged man entered with documents: "Father, news from America has arrived. The contact with top officials in Lance State went smoothly, they’ve agreed to soon push for a re-evaluation of Chinese beef. But regarding the proposal to ban Chinese beef, Councilor Ewards wants us to use our connections to support him on another proposal regarding banning refugees..."

Outside, Xiaohei the bird had actually been in place five minutes ago. Although Sora Ishihara is old, he is still a very high-profile person. He holds office in his home, using two maids younger than his granddaughter amidst public criticism, treating his family business as his empire, daily commanding within this empire...

When Yan Fei first saw these materials, he would have preferred the association in Japan to keep such a person. But upon closer examination, he realized that although Sora Ishihara seemed stubbornly senile, he was definitely not a foolish person. The association and his family tolerate him simply because his decisions rarely result in mistakes.

Moreover, having been a soldier, there remains a military sword he once used displayed in his office to this day. It seems to constantly remind him to always keep enough vigilance and hostility towards that vast neighbor.

The middle-aged man’s report ended quickly, then he quietly waited for Sora Ishihara’s decision.

Sora Ishihara continued sipping tea slowly, only after a while did he look up and say: "Agree to their terms, and we must quickly make them... Bagh, who are you? Where’s my Da Lang?"

Suddenly seeing his son replaced by a young man with no expression standing respectfully in front of him, faced with this eerie situation, although appearing panic-stricken, Sora Ishihara’s hand had already reached for a button beside the table as he spoke.

Having lived this long and survived the battlefields, the old fellow has long become cunning like a sly fox. Sensing something amiss, he didn’t even think; his first reaction was to feign panic while actually preparing to summon people outside...

However, as a slight breeze passed, his hand reaching for the button quietly slipped from the wrist, and a sizzling sound began from his throat...

Horrified, Sora Ishihara desperately clutched his throat with his intact hand, where it, like his severed wrist, was gushing blood...

And the cause of this wound was precisely his proud war sword.

"Such a swift blade!"

"The sword’s well-maintained!"

These were Sora Ishihara’s last words in this world, and also the last words he heard.

Holding the sword, Yan Fei looked at the long blade free of any bloodstain, satisfied with his strike. One swipe severed the wrist, then the throat, clean and efficient, without any hindrance, just like his usual style.

Such an old fellow is no longer fit for toiling, it’s better to send him to his rest.

If he’s brave enough to obstruct his development, then he must be ready at any time for a swift severed hand. Not only sever the outstretched hand but also make sure the one who reached out never gets another chance to rise.

Watching the old man’s body slowly tilt to the side, eventually falling into a pool of blood, Yan Fei sheathed his sword, carrying the long blade, and turned to walk out the door...