Ji Xinghuo looked back, "Qi, is there something you need?"
Qi Zhaofeng came over, smiling, "I’ve been waiting here for you because there’s something I want to discuss with you. Come on, let me buy you a drink."
Ji Xinghuo looked at the smiling Qi Zhaofeng and felt a bit strange.
Qi Zhaofeng was the captain of a Hunting Team, and on his very first day at the Extreme Martial Arts Academy, he had tried to recruit him, but Ji had clearly refused.
They sparred quite often, but once outside the Martial Arts Hall, there was no other interaction.
Why wouldn’t he talk about it inside the Martial Arts Hall?
With this doubt, Ji Xinghuo did not accept the invitation and directly said, "Qi, I’m busy with some matters, please speak frankly."
Qi Zhaofeng glanced at the bus stop where a few people were waiting, indicating it was inconvenient to speak.
Ji Xinghuo followed him to the street side, where there was no one around for a few meters.
"Here’s the thing," Qi Zhaofeng lowered his voice, "My team just completed a hunt last month and now we are in the recovery period, with most members disbanded. But today, I heard that there are traces of a Feathered Snake in the Razor Rift Valley south of Flying Dragon City. I’m planning to head out tomorrow with a team, but we’re short of a good shooter, so I’d like to invite you to join, Liaoyuan."
After he finished, he added, "It’s crowded in the Martial Arts Hall, and I was afraid the news would leak."
"Is the information reliable?" Ji Xinghuo showed hesitation.
The Feathered Snake was an extremely precious monster, every single one was Elite, and if killed, one could obtain at least three Alien Species.
Among them was invariably the Superior Ability "Control Air Flow", which was the core Ability of Evil Wind Guest.
Moreover, there was a very small chance that the "Flying" Alien Species would appear, a Transcendent Ability that all Mutants dream of, worth over a hundred million!
The premise, however, was that the news was true.
However, Ji Xinghuo strongly suspected that there was no Feathered Snake at all.
"It is definitely true, as far as I know several teams have already departed," Qi Zhaofeng’s face was very sincere as he earnestly said, "I am a Flying Steps, and I’ve always dreamt of being able to fly. If I could get the Flying Alien Species, I’d be willing to give everything for it!"
Ji Xinghuo could not tell whether he was speaking the truth, he pondered for a few seconds, "Let me think it over tonight, I’ll give you my answer tomorrow."
"Just make sure it’s no later than tomorrow, otherwise it might be too late," Qi Zhaofeng cautioned.
"Alright, see you at training tomorrow."
Ji Xinghuo bid him goodbye and boarded the bus.
The street scenes outside the bus window flashed by quickly; Ji Xinghuo, uninterested in viewing them, closed his eyes to rest. Suddenly, he opened his eyes.
Through his magnetic field sensing, he discovered someone was following the bus.
The person’s speed was very fast, easily keeping up with the bus, at a distance of about one hundred fifty meters. Each time the bus stopped, the follower also stopped, but did not make any attempts to hide from view, instead carelessly standing on the street side as if not afraid of being seen.
Ji Xinghuo slightly turned his head, glancing through the corner of his eye at the follower’s position, and saw a transparent shimmer.
If not for the Wanxiang Star Pupil, which could see through the truth, ordinary people would find it hard to notice.
Ji Xinghuo felt it was not invisibility, but rather another type of Ability that could mask one’s figure, and while running, no sound was made.
A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
There was no need to see with his own eyes; through the magnetic field sensing, he could recognize who it was, it was indeed Qi Zhaofeng, who had just invited him to join the Hunting Team.
"He certainly wasn’t up to any good."
Ji Xinghuo recollected recent interactions with Qi Zhaofeng, confirming he hadn’t offended him. Not only had he not offended him, but they also got along well, so why would he suddenly harbor ill intentions?
Qi Zhaofeng was an Advanced Mutant, 32 years old, with extremely high Martial Arts talent and formidable strength.
His Professional Template was "Flying Steps."
The greatest strength of the Flying Steps was running fast, possessing strong stamina and cardiopulmonary function, striving for ultimate speed, and often, speed translates to strength.
Whether for survival in the wild, encountering dangers, or in combat, those who could run fast generally lived longer.
If things went wrong, just run.
As long as you outrun your teammates, you usually survive.
Flying Steps also had a significant advantage in chasing prey, being able to reach the target sooner than others; they could also support teammates faster, have higher attack frequency, and if they couldn’t win a fight, they knew the tactics of hit-and-run.
Martial Arts training did not allow the use of Abilities, but Qi Zhaofeng’s speed gave him an advantage in sparring.
Ji Xinghuo had personally experienced it.
Now, he witnessed Qi Zhaofeng’s speed once again, running behind the bus without panting or changing color.
Ten minutes later, the bus reached the entrance of the villa area.
Ji Xinghuo didn’t get off the bus but continued to ride a few more stops forward, disembarking at a station about five kilometers from the villa, pretending he had not noticed someone following him, and acting familiar with the area, he walked a few hundred meters to a guesthouse.
The guesthouse’s lobby doubled as a restaurant, with a few scattered groups of people sitting around.
Ji Xinghuo sat down at a table that could be directly seen from the outside door and casually ordered dinner.
The reason for sitting at the entrance was to prevent Qi Zhaofeng from coming in and asking the guesthouse front desk for information, exposing the fact that he did not live here.
Through magnetic field sensing, Qi Zhaofeng indeed did not approach the guesthouse.
He deactivated his invisibility at a street corner out of Ji’s sight, entered a coffee shop diagonally across the street, sat at a window seat, and occasionally cast covert glances towards the guesthouse entrance.
"Do you really think I wouldn’t notice you?"
Ji Xinghuo, unremarkable, continued to eat as though he were a regular guest.
He intentionally ate slowly, dawdling for a good half hour, and after finishing, sat at the bar to order a bottle of wine, chatting casually with the bartender while drinking, and browsing the newspaper news, appearing like a regular visitor to the guesthouse, coming here to pass the time in the evening.