I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 567: Chapter 225: A Familiar Feeling, The Content of the Competition (5k)_2

But the opportunity has been given to you. Whether you can grasp it or not, that’s up to you.

Cai Heizi just loves dancing on the edge of a knife. And to make sure things stay in his control, he drags everyone else into the dance with him.

Or rather, he forces everyone to come along.

No wonder people dislike this guy so much, even hate him.

Even the elders of Fuyu Mountain, those who are known for their good tempers, call Cai Qidong a son of a bitch every time they bring him up.

Wen Yan felt a little melancholic. He glanced at Feng Yao and asked,

”Let me ask you something. Answer me honestly.”

”Go ahead.”

”Was it Cai Heizi who told you to bring me here during the last stage of the martial demonstration?”

”...” Feng Yao hesitated, then gave a bitter smile: ”To be honest, I’m not really sure anymore. The Minister never directly said it, but then again, it feels like he hinted at it.”

”Alright, then that’s it. Cai Heizi really is a piece of shit. Now if we want to leave, it’s probably impossible.”

Wen Yan rummaged around in Feng Yao’s car, found a pack of cigarettes, lit one up and cursed Cai Qidong into the wind.

Feng Yao joined him for a cigarette, listening to Wen Yan curse Cai Qidong. He just looked gloomy and stayed silent.

Though... he also felt there was a good chance Wen Yan was right.

Their minister really was capable of doing something like this.

And he knew one thing that Wen Yan didn’t.

Recently Cai Qidong’s been digging around, pulling on threads, and right now he’s stuck at a point where he’s found some clues, but they’re caught between pointing somewhere and not actually leading anywhere yet.

In this situation, it might just be a matter of a final push before he reels in the big fish.

But the obstacles he’s running into are only getting bigger.

Minister Cai might not be afraid, but investigation needs people — and not just one or two.

You can’t expect everyone under you to be orphans with nothing to lose, or expect them all to be willing to take the risk.

In the end, the people and things involved might turn out to be incredibly complicated.

Right now, even people at the Office of Sanitation and Hygiene are starting to crack under the pressure from all sides.

This is exactly the most crucial stage of the power struggle.

Feng Yao knows more or less that, at the very least, a department chief at the county level is going to go down this time—maybe even some people from headquarters will get dragged in too.

There are demons involved, ghosts, all sorts of different races.

After the Guanzhong County Chief called Minister Cai two days ago, Minister Cai said some people couldn’t sit still any longer. That just made him sure there was definitely an internal problem.

Within the Scorching Sun Department, everyone probably has their own agenda.

Every county’s minister handles these things differently, according to the situation, and that’s allowed.

But there are some core red lines that simply cannot be crossed.

Right now, as far as Feng Yao can tell from his understanding of Cai Qidong, things are right at the threshold of the other party’s nerves — but the other side still can’t figure out how far Cai Qidong has actually gotten.

In this kind of situation, only an idiot would waste effort hiding evidence on themselves—it’s useless.

The most cost-effective and effective way is to hit Cai Qidong directly.

All kinds of attacks: organizational attacks from within, personal attacks on Cai Qidong—anything goes.

The two of them stood at the end of the road in silence.

Wen Yan took out his phone for a look—no surprise, no signal. Checked the date: still some days left till the end of the month.

Moments like these, Wen Yan thought learning some practical Daoist skills would really come in handy.

In places with no signal, he knew of several transmission techniques—simple, common Daoist skills, usable without needing official talismanic empowerment.

He opened his carry bag for a look: Chunjun Mace, tiger rib bone, high-energy food, a one-liter thermos, a lighter, a solar-panel power bank, Everbright Lamp, Grandma’s altar snacks, amulets...

He’d actually come pretty well prepared.

All to avoid another unexpected situation where he’d be out of options.

Never thought he’d really need this stuff right now.

”Not leaving?”

”I think anyone who’s here already isn’t going anywhere.”

”Hm?”

”I could leave, but if I walk out now, I’d make myself a target. Eight out of ten times, the one to get shot in the back would be me.”

Wen Yan saw Feng Yao didn’t seem to get it. He lifted Feng Yao’s car by the chassis, muscles rippling up his arm, and turned the car around.

”Take anything important out of your car.”

Feng Yao did as told. Wen Yan stepped up, released the handbrake, shifted into neutral, adjusted the wheel, and gave the car a push from behind.

The little car rolled down the slope toward a fork in the road.

It looked like it was drifting toward the right branch, but as it entered the fork and got about ten meters further, the car silently vanished into thin air.

Feng Yao’s expression hardened, but before he could say anything, Wen Yan slung on his bag and patted the guy on the shoulder.

”Come on, we don’t know a thing. Let’s go check out the show first.”

Heart uneasy, Feng Yao led Wen Yan down the stairs from the road’s end.

Ahead of them was a broad expanse. Scattered buildings dotted the area, along with a few laboratories.

On the distant hillside, traces of all kinds could be seen—probably leftovers from past experiments.

Once they got to the bottom, they could see a lot of people were already there.

The venue was set up pretty rough; this definitely wasn’t going to be the place for the real fight.