The car arrives, get in.
The driver still doesn’t know what’s going on, instead naturally glancing at Zhang Feng and the other person in the back seat,
"Master Meng, where are we going?"
"Let’s go to the outer suburbs first." Master Meng now speaks completely unwillingly.
But as the car starts up.
Zhang Feng stops Overclocking but uses his hand like a knife to press against Master Meng’s neck, "Sit tight, stay quiet, we’ll talk when we reach a less crowded place."
"What?" The driver also hears this and instinctively glances at the rearview mirror.
"Drive properly!" Master Meng now wants to collapse into tears, but facing the ghost-like Zhang Feng, he doesn’t dare cry, he can only quickly command.
"Okay!" The driver senses something is off but also assumes this expert and Master Meng have some important matter, so he doesn’t ask much.
Because earlier at the gym, Master Meng actively called out to Zhang Feng, and the scene of Zhang Feng quickly approaching Master Meng.
Made him feel this ’expert’ should be familiar with Master Meng.
So, wherever they say to go, go there.
And as the car passes through a few blocks, there are fewer and fewer vehicles and pedestrians on the road.
Seeing the outskirts are getting closer.
Master Meng’s expression becomes more desperate.
But dying right now or dying later.
He still chooses to live a bit longer.
The car continues to drive.
As they near the outer suburbs, Master Meng’s phone rings.
Zhang Feng glances at him, "Take it out."
Master Meng complies, taking out his phone with a note saying ’Senior Disciple’.
"Answer it." Zhang Feng sees there are only a few passing cars nearby, no pedestrians, and casually says, "I don’t know how you usually chat with your disciple.
But first, keep him calm."
"Yes, yes..." Master Meng nods hastily.
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"Just focus on driving." Zhang Feng looks at him, seeing that while his hands have skills, his expression and behavior do not seem like someone with rich combat experience.
In other words, there’s a good chance he’s a good person.
At the same time, Master Meng answers the phone.
"Master, where have you gone?" His senior disciple asks, "A few franchisees might visit in the afternoon, can you make it back?"
"I have some matters with a friend, might be away for a while." Master Meng tries to keep his tone stable, "If there’s nothing urgent usually, don’t contact me.
Regarding the martial arts school, discuss with the coaches what to do."
Having said that, he hangs up the phone and looks plaintively at Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng ignores his pleading, looks at the roadside ahead, "Turn onto that little road."
About twenty minutes later, the car stops at a deserted dirt road.
At this moment, the driver is not natural either, afraid while sitting in the driver’s seat, not daring to turn his head, only staring at the steering wheel.
Master Meng is even worse, his body trembling like a sieve.
Zhang Feng’s gaze turns to him,
"One, the specific formula proportions and detailed information, do you know where they are?
Two, where is Yu God?
Three, and the person with the surname Ling, whom you call Master Ling, where is he?"
"I know one address for Yu God..." Master Meng directly responds, "I don’t know about Brother Ling, but... the formula! I know the formula!
I’m entirely in charge of it!"
’He’s in charge? Seems I caught a big fish directly this time.’ Zhang Feng hears that he captured just one master but directly inquired into two wanted matters.
This luck is indeed quite good.
Originally, Zhang Feng was already prepared to capture all the martial arts masters around.
"Speak." Zhang Feng asks, "Is Yu God closer or the formula?"
"The formula!" Master Meng points towards the northwest, "The formula is in the laboratory, the lab should be seventy or eighty miles from here... I’ve never been on this road, I don’t know exactly..."
He says while pointing to the road they came from, "Yu God’s address is in another province."
"Then the formula first." Zhang Feng looks towards the northwest, "Direct your driver there."
"Okay... yes..." Master Meng swallows nervously, then cautiously says, "To go there... I need him to return to the previous road, I really don’t recognize this area..."
"Okay." Zhang Feng nods, permits him to backtrack, and first inquires:
"How many guards over there, any guns, etc.?"
"There are guns..." Master Meng quickly answers, "But just eight guards..."
"Only eight people guarding such an important place?" Zhang Feng doesn’t believe it, he places his palm on Master Meng’s shoulder, ready to apply slight pressure.
"It’s true!" Master Meng says in a panic, "Because over there... we’re not only making drugs but also using people for experiments... researching a kind of mental stimulant... similar to a new type of drug...
Besides necessary staff..... other people must be minimized... to prevent information leaks..."
’Crystal meth?’ Zhang Feng didn’t expect seemingly honorable martial artists to be involved in this stuff.
But thinking about it, these make money quickly and are addictive, indeed more profitable than the formula.
After all, training in martial arts is not something everyone can do or persist in.
Moreover, their Master Ling and Yu God have killed people, surely they fear nothing now.
Just as Master Meng finishes speaking, the car suddenly brakes, and the driver looks at Master Meng with disbelief,
"Master Meng... is... is it true? You guys... drug dealing?"
The driver really knows nothing, he’s just a simple driver for Master Meng, even today is the first time he heard Uncle Ling exaggerate for Yu God.