Four years, and nine months.
At the border, in a small town, there’s a restaurant here.
Local people often come here to eat; they’ve also seen the owner of the restaurant, a lean man in his thirties.
His Xiangjiang cuisine is very authentic.
"Big Brother Zhang, one bowl of tossed noodles, Xiangjiang style, please!"
Visitors from Xiangjiang come here and casually order food.
That one bowl truly captures the taste of home, leaving them savoring it endlessly.
Zhang Feng in the kitchen, separated from the front hall by just a ragged curtain.
A few minutes later, with the chef’s speed, a steaming bowl of tossed noodles is ready.
Zhang Feng had yet to call an assistant to serve the noodles,
when the Xiangjiang guest stood up and walked towards the kitchen, lifted the curtain, and looked at the lean Zhang Feng,
"Wow! Big Brother Zhang, the aroma spreads for miles!"
"Don’t come in, wait outside," Zhang Feng’s eyes remained on the noodles, as he finished by adding his special chili sauce, "You brat, you just want my chili sauce coming in here, don’t think I don’t know.
Inspector General of the Tri-Province Task Force, I’ve told you, right?"
"Haha..." The guest, caught, just laughed and sat back down.
He didn’t believe Zhang Feng’s claim of being the Inspector General at all.
At the same time, Zhang Feng shouted outside, "Old Wu, come to serve the food."
"Coming..." Old Wu was the young driver of those days.
He is now a helper in the shop and hasn’t left since then.
His master also hasn’t gone back and is currently playing chess with an old man outside the shop.
A few years ago, their goods payment was sent directly back to the factory.
The large vehicle was theirs, and they decisively sold it off a few years ago.
Because four and a half years back, after bringing Zhang Feng here.
Zhang Feng left for a few days and returned with four million in cash.
He claimed it was an inheritance from a good friend.
Zhang Feng opened this small restaurant and gave each person over a million, so they work here.
As for who Zhang Feng’s friend was, they didn’t ask.
But a few days later, they knew that a group of border bandits was wiped out overnight.
However, they didn’t link the events.
The local police also concluded it as a gang war.
During those four years and nine months.
Zhang Feng had continuously concealed his strength, keeping a low profile for quite some time.
Maybe it had something to do with revenge.
Hatred rooted in his heart, anger urging his mind, thoughts of immediate revenge flickering in his eyes.
This drove Zhang Feng to train relentlessly.
Zhang Feng felt time flying by; in the blink of an eye, it had been four years and nine months.
In these years, Zhang Feng also inquired a bit, learning the address of those two’s martial arts school. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on NoveIＦire.net
After all, those people were famous, making it relatively easier to gather information.
With such information, there were ways to specifically find their residence.
The martial arts chain they opened, with so many owners, surely someone was their confidant, knowing where they lived.
Zhang Feng also took off the apron that had accompanied him for four years, then looked at the wall of the kitchen.
There was a row of hooks for hanging things.
The innermost hook held the legendary conductor’s hat.
’In this world and the real world, having foundational inner strength made it easy for me to quickly improve my constitution over a few years.’
Zhang Feng took down the conductor’s hat and looked at his own constitution.
Among them, inner strength, transformed force, and martial arts, all progressing rapidly through maintaining individual frequency training.
But honestly, inner strength was slightly slower, accounting for only about 35 points now.
However, with three more months of practice, and another three months of practice in reality,
Zhang Feng could achieve synchronized progress.
If the frequencies were synchronized, then the current constitution should be above 125.
Of course, really going through another half-year, other practices would relatively improve as well.
Zhang Feng also used visualization to look at his chest and back.
Over four years ago, he obtained the cultivation techniques, focusing on hard Qigong for the body trunk, removing duplicates, there were thirty-four meridians.
Now he had an effective overclocking of about 33%!
In the next second, after quickly organizing the knowledge gained over the four years.
Zhang Feng lifted the ragged curtain and looked at the store.
At this moment, the guests had all finished eating and left, making it just quiet enough.
Zhang Feng also looked at the two drivers, instructing, "I’m leaving the store to you, the payment left also to you, and within these three months, it’s best not to go back."
The payment was what remained from the five million.
Including the two not going back over these years, instead, bringing their families here.
This was also because Zhang Feng feared that if those two enemies found out he wasn’t dead and investigated his factory, learning that the two drivers brought him here, things could get complicated.
Thus, he gave heavy rewards initially to keep them here.
Count it as a way to protect them indirectly, and reduce trivial matters for himself.
Can’t have people help you, and then end up harming them.
Seeing the murderous vibe of that young killer, saying he’d kill these two drivers; such claims could very well be true.
"Boss, you’re going out?" The two drivers, however, didn’t know much, getting only curious about where Zhang Feng was going.
Zhang Feng pointed to the television, "In some time, you might just find out."
Zhang Feng boarded a plane here.
He had an ID card, a real one made with money, but the name changed to Zhang Youfa.
His appearance hadn’t changed.
However, this ’real-fake ID card’ was just for flying back conveniently, without needing to resort to smuggling and transit.
In other places, this ID card had limited use.