I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 341: Chapter 150: Watching the Bustle, By Any Means Necessary (5k)_3

”Is this the new guy? Give him a bonus this month. Well sung, and with gusto.”

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After a busy day, Wen Yan was preparing to head back when he received a file from Feng Yao. It claimed to be the video of Cai Qidong getting beaten up.

Wen Yan was somewhat surprised. Were they that efficient? In such a short time, could the rendering be complete? And not so low in quality that it’s obviously fake?

Upon opening it, Wen Yan exclaimed that it was indeed a ready-made video.

It wasn’t secretly filmed by someone; it was the funeral home’s surveillance footage.

High-definition, dual perspectives, and even edited—aside from the lack of sound, everything else was pretty good.

From that angle, one could see Wen Yan charging out, looking infuriated and cursing. Then Qin Kun appeared. He delivered a slap that sent Cai Qidong flying across the ground, crashing into a wall, and then getting buried beneath it, motionless.

The video was a mere two minutes, with critical parts edited in ultra-high definition and slowed down, showing Cai Qidong’s facial deformation in vivid detail.

Wen Yan himself watched it on loop several times and had to admit, watching Cai Qidong get hit was indeed a delightful sight.

Even though he knew the inside story, it didn’t affect his enjoyment of the spectacle at all.

For those not in the know, the video would probably be even more entertaining.

”Did you look at the contents?” Wen Yan asked Feng Yao.

”No, the Minister said it’s confidential. I can’t just look at it willy-nilly.”

”Do you want to see it? I happened to have it open, so if you saw it then, it wouldn’t count as snooping on your part.”

Feng Yao was silent for quite some time before replying that he didn’t want to watch; he needed to abide by the rules.

But the moment Wen Yan left Yu State and returned to Virtue City, Feng Yao called. He said he had ordered some dishes and suggested they eat together at Wen Yan’s place in the afternoon.

During the afternoon meal, Wen Yan casually opened his phone and placed it on the table, looping the video.

”HEH...”

Feng Yao held considerable respect for Cai Qidong, but that didn’t stop him from sneakily enjoying the show.

At night, Wen Yan sealed his phone in a vacuum bag, preparing to enter the river, not entirely sure if the bag would protect the device.

He had just entered the water and called out when, less than two minutes later, a Big Grass Carp swam up, gazing at him with its large, wise eyes.

”Boss, what’s up?”

”Take me to the Dragon King.”

”ER...” The Big Grass Carp seemed a bit troubled.

”Don’t worry. I’ve been there before and had a great chat with the Dragon King. I’m heading there for the appointment we made last time.”

”Oh, then wait for me, boss.”

The Big Grass Carp turned and swam into the river. In less than a minute, it returned with a torn fishing net, its rope perfectly looped around its head.

”Boss, hold tight.”

Wen Yan grabbed the rope, and the Big Grass Carp sped through the river, far faster than Old Turtle.

After arriving at the Dragon King Temple, Wen Yan adjusted to the darkness underwater and was surprised to see the partly collapsed King Guilong Temple.

What happened?

He tried calling out several times. After a long wait, he saw large eyes stealthily open a slit from inside the temple, peeking out. Only after confirming that it was just Wen Yan did the eyes fully open.

”What’s going on here? Why is the temple almost falling apart?”

”You were right! That guy really wanted to anger me, but I didn’t take the bait!”

King Guilong sounded both annoyed and proud.

He recounted that yesterday the Mountain Lord had indeed come, acting all superior and speaking so loudly he nearly shook the temple to collapse.

King Guilong wasn’t exactly docile and remained defiant. However, compared to losing his temper, he found being insulted for his intelligence even more unbearable.

Deathly angry as he was, he wouldn’t fall for the trick.

In the end, he pretended to be dead and completely ignored the Mountain Lord, who left in frustration, questioning his life choices.

Of course, this was King Guilong’s own account.

Wen Yan, disregarding the boasting, was still somewhat surprised. His aim was merely to bluff King Guilong into not fighting the Mountain Lord.

He never expected his offhand remarks to come true.

Stripping away King Guilong’s potential exaggerations, it seemed the Mountain Lord’s true intention was to infuriate him, though his methods were rather crude.

Perhaps the Mountain Lord himself did not expect King Guilong to be so calm.

Wen Yan quickly took out his phone and played the video to cheer up King Guilong.

King Guilong watched it, laughing merrily. Wen Yan, watching along, felt his own hands itch; sometimes, he wanted to smack Cai Heizi himself, convinced it would feel amazing.

Having consoled him, Wen Yan reiterated a few words of advice.

”Keep your cool at all costs. He’s still judging you by your past, certain you’re easily agitated, which is why he’s demeaning you like this. Don’t fall for it. Endure this, and once the dust settles on this whole affair, things will definitely go much smoother. If Cai Heizi doesn’t give the authorization to build the temple, I’ll get someone to bag him and beat him up at night.”

Wen Yan left the phone with King Guilong. This was for moments when King Guilong felt he couldn’t maintain his patience; he could then open it and watch the amusing video. Wen Yan even left a power bank to ensure it would last a few days.

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Three days later, the Mountain Lord was still reading in a library in the eastern part of Luoyue County. Next to him, a young girl, bored to death, had her headphones on and was watching makeup tutorials.

In the afternoon, as the library closed, the Mountain Lord walked out.

Under the night sky, he approached the grand tri-gate with four pillars of the Dragon Mother Temple. Standing at its entrance, he bowed respectfully before stepping inside.

Reaching the main hall’s entrance and seeing the sign hanging above it, he bowed again.

”Left with no alternative and pressed for time, I must borrow something from the Dragon Mother. Once things are restored, I will return to apologize.”

The Mountain Lord leaped up, took down the ancient sign, shouldered it, and strode away.

At that moment, all cameras and electronic devices within a hundred meters of him seemed to experience interference. All their images turned to static.

Carrying the sign, he strode to the West River and stepped into its waters.