76: Chapter 76: Killing for the Token 76: Chapter 76: Killing for the Token “Since you paid for this painting, Ms.
Qin, it naturally belongs to you.
How could you give it to me?
Don’t worry about it; I don’t like calligraphy and paintings, so it’s of no use to me.
Please take it with peace of mind,”
Xiao Yifeng said with a smile, picking up his bronze statue and walking out.
As he had just stepped out of Treasure Trove Pavilion, he heard Qin Wanting’s voice behind him.
“Sir, wait a moment, I don’t even know your name,” Qin Wanting said as she walked out in her high heels and asked.
“My name is Xiao Yifeng,” Xiao Yifeng replied with a charming smile.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Qin Wanting, here’s my business card,” Qin Wanting said with a grin, handing him a card that read: Tianhai City TV hostess, Qin Wanting.
“I don’t have a business card to leave with you, so, goodbye, beautiful,”
Xiao Yifeng waved and went on his way.
Watching Xiao Yifeng’s retreating figure, Qin Wanting’s lips curved into an enchanting smile.
After leaving Treasure Trove Pavilion and strolling around Antique Street, Xiao Yifeng didn’t come across anything else that piqued his interest and decided to leave.
Just then, a sharp call rang out, and several figures hurried toward him.
One of them he recognized—it was the vendor from whom he had bought the token.
“Sir, I’ve finally found you,”
The vendor said to Xiao Yifeng, looking both excited and overjoyed.
“Is there a problem?”
Xiao Yifeng asked, looking at the vendor.
“Sir, I apologize, but I’ve decided not to sell the token you just bought.
I’ll refund you a hundred, please give the token back to me,” the vendor said, pleading with Xiao Yifeng.
Xiao Yifeng’s brows furrowed slightly, replying, “How could that be right?
I’ve already paid, so the token is mine.
I don’t want to return it.”
The vendor’s complexion changed, and a young man beside him fixed his gaze, saying, “Sir, I’m interested in that token.
I’ll offer ten thousand for it, how about that?”
Xiao Yifeng gave the young man a faint glance and said, “Sorry, but I’m not short on money.
No matter how much you offer, I’m not selling the token.”
“Sir, you’d better think carefully, otherwise…” The young man’s eyes flashed with a cold light as he stared at Xiao Yifeng.
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way,” Xiao Yifeng said with a smile and left.
The young man’s expression darkened, and he was about to act when someone pressed down on his shoulder—it was the man with a deep countenance who glanced at Xiao Yifeng, and a strange look flickered in his eyes.
And Xiao Yifeng took out the black token and looked at it once more.
“It seems this token is indeed no ordinary thing,” Xiao Yifeng said to himself, leaving Antique Street.
After placing the bronze statue in the car, Xiao Yifeng sped off in his Aston Martin.
However, halfway through the journey, he fixed his gaze on the rearview mirror, a playful smile creeping across his lips.
Suddenly, he floored the gas pedal and turned the steering wheel abruptly, charging down a certain road.
Behind the Aston Martin, a black Mercedes was following.
Inside were the group who had wanted to buy the black Token earlier, with the young man driving and the middle-aged man with a stern face beside him.
“Sir, it looks like he’s noticed us,” the young man said, looking at the Aston Martin suddenly changing direction.
His face changed color, and he hurriedly spoke.
“We must not lose him no matter what, or you know the consequences,” the middle-aged man said coldly.
The young man’s face changed, a trace of fear flashing through his eyes.
He quickly pressed the gas pedal to the floor, unleashing the Mercedes’s top speed as he madly pursued the Aston Martin.
The two vehicles engaged in a high-speed chase.
Xiao Yifeng drove away from the city center, arriving at a deserted riverside.
He then brought the car to a stop.
Getting out, Xiao Yifeng leaned against the car door and took out an unknown brand of cigarette to light up.
He exhaled a wispy trail of smoke with a look of pleasure on his face.
At that moment, the black Mercedes caught up.
Five figures stepped out quickly, the solemn middle-aged man and the young man, with three men dressed in tight outfits and prominent temples, their eyes gleaming keenly, a sign they were all undoubtedly experts.
Who are you guys, and why have you been following me?” Xiao Yifeng asked blandly, exhaling a puff of smoke and pinching the cigarette between his fingers.
The middle-aged man swept his gaze over Xiao Yifeng and said, “Young man, we don’t want to make things difficult for you.
We just want the Token in your hands.
Just give it to us, and I’ll pay you one hundred thousand.
“So it’s for this Token that you’ve come,” Xiao Yifeng said as he took out the black Token from his person.
Watching the black Token, the middle-aged man’s pupils contracted, his expression tensed, and his breathing became slightly ragged.
“Young man, what do you say?
I just want that Token,” the middle-aged man said gravely, eyes fixed on the black Token in Xiao Yifeng’s hand.
“It seems this Token is no simple matter.
I’m quite interested now.
Can you tell me what exactly this Token is?” Xiao Yifeng asked with a look of curiosity.
“Kid, that’s not for you to know.
Just hand over the Token nicely, or we won’t be so polite,” the young man said coldly, glaring at Xiao Yifeng.
“Oh, and how will you be impolite?” Xiao Yifeng asked with a wicked smile.
“Kill for the Token!” the young man declared slowly, a cold murderous aura surging around him.
Well then, I won’t ask anymore.
You all can leave; I’m still intending to have fun with this Token,” Xiao Yifeng said as he tucked the Token away.
Instantly, the middle-aged man’s expression turned cold, and a chilling glint flashed in his dark pupils as he said, “Young man, this is the choice you’ve made.
The word “kill” was spat out, and the young man charged at Xiao Yifeng first, with incredible speed.
Within the blink of an eye, he closed the distance of several meters and aimed a fierce karate chop at Xiao Yifeng’s neck, his attack swift and his energy whistling through the air.
Xiao Yifeng wore a faint smile, discarded the cigarette, shifted his stance with a step, and turned his body, easily evading the vicious strike.
Seeing Xiao Yifeng effortlessly dodge his attack, the young man’s eyes revealed a hint of astonishment.
He promptly shifted and swept out his right leg like a bolt of lightning, his leg carrying a fierce power as it headed straight for Xiao Yifeng.
The leg infused with strong force was unexpectedly blocked single-handedly by Xiao Yifeng.
The young man’s face changed again, and even the middle-aged man watching from a distance had a darkened expression.