Chapter 993 - 1002: The Capture

This was a tall and lanky middle-aged man, dressed like a warrior, with both his wrists and arms wrapped in arm guards.

He headed towards the second floor of the pavilion, stepping from darkness into light. At the moment he opened the door and looked back, there was a red "1818" on his forehead.

Chen Mo recognized him; it was Zhang Feng.

When the Celestial Master Army was at a dead end, Chen Mo had met Zhang Feng upon taking over the Navy of the Celestial Master Army, and still remembered him.

He recalled Zhang Feng being Fourth Grade back then, and now he was already at the Third Grade Divine Power Realm.

It seems the matter of the Immortal Fruit breaking the realm might be true after all.

Chen Mo didn't hastily make a move; Nangong Jin hadn't appeared yet, and he definitely wanted to see both of them together before taking action.

He'd never seen Nangong Jin, but those below had long presented Nangong Jin's portrait to him, so as soon as Nangong Jin appeared, Chen Mo would recognize him at a glance.

He approached the pavilion where Zhang Feng was located. The area around the pavilion was brightly lit, with soldiers patrolling in the occasional dark spots without torchlight, and soldiers watching and guarding from the arrow towers above. The vigilance was very strict, but they hadn't noticed Chen Mo's approach.

As he got closer, Chen Mo frowned; he heard the sound of laughter and exclamation.

"Lingling, ... am I fierce?"

"You're... so bad, calling me here at this time..."

"You were already mine... and I didn't call wrong. Besides, Lingling, don't you like me being bad."

"Annoying, you... hurry up, he's coming back soon?"

"It's just right if he comes back; he can add to our fun since he... has seen it before anyway." Zhang Feng laughed as he listened to the sounds of reluctance beneath him, saying, "Lingling, if you call out... I'll comply."

"You're really wicked, ...."

"Hey."

Outside the pavilion.

Chen Mo: "..."

It seems Zhang Feng was carrying on an affair with his niece, who was a married woman.

Moreover, from Zhang Feng's words, it appeared they had been doing this more than once, and her husband had long known about it.

But this wasn't Chen Mo's business; he just treated it as overhearing some gossip.

However, Zhang Feng's niece was actually Nangong Jin's daughter?

Chen Mo initially thought Zhang Feng would leave after the affair with his niece, but unexpectedly, Zhang Feng directly stayed in the pavilion overnight until dawn.

During this time, he saw a refined young man watching the direction of the pavilion all night long, until someone approached the pavilion, which was when the refined young man quickly ran away.

The newcomer reached the pavilion, said a few words to the guards, and quickly went upstairs, knocked on the door on the second floor, and said, "General Feng, the Patriarch needs you."

"What does Grandpa want with you at this time? You didn't come back all night; could it be that someone lodged a complaint with Grandpa?"

"Brother-in-law already knows, it's fine, it's probably about the evacuation, I'll go and see." Zhang Feng said as he patted Nangong Ling on the grindstone, "Call uncle again."

"You're really just too wicked." Nangong Ling whispered something into Zhang Feng's ear and then traced circles on his chest, "Are we really going to evacuate from here?"

"Most likely, brother-in-law has already decided."

"Is it that serious? Didn't you handle everything properly?"

"Being cautious never hurts, in hindsight, I should've endured it at that time."

"I feel uncle didn't do anything wrong; the Emperor of Da Wei forced us overseas, clearly not intending to let us go. Whether or not you had attacked Wei's fleet, he would have come looking for trouble."

"If brother-in-law thought the same, it would be good. I'm leaving now."

"Mm."

...

In a blind spot, Chen Mo watched Zhang Feng's departing figure, his expression darkening. The fleet attack was indeed related to them.

He quietly followed after.

Chen Mo followed Zhang Feng to a low-lying flatland where numerous ramshackle wooden huts were built haphazardly. These shacks were old and dilapidated.

In contrast to the strict vigilant guards around Nangong Ling.

There were no soldiers here.

Zhang Feng approached an inconspicuous wooden hut and knocked on the door.

A person inside opened the door, Zhang Feng entered, and then someone stuck their head out, glanced around, and closed the door.

Chen Mo frowned, as he sensed that shortly after Zhang Feng entered, within three breaths, Zhang Feng's presence had disappeared.

He hurried to the back of the wooden hut, but there was no back door.

"Not good, the hut has a tunnel..."

Chen Mo realized something was wrong; he sensed the surroundings and quickly found a bush to hide in, activating his Vajra Skill without hesitation and immediately let his spirit leave his body.

He then maneuvered the strand of Mysterious Qi infused into his soul, using some shrubs and branches to cover the bush from the outside. Confirming that he couldn't be seen from the outside, he relaxed and allowed his spirit to pass through the wooden hut Zhang Feng had entered.

The space inside the hut was not large; each corner had a burly Great Han sitting there, each one being an Entry Grade Martial Artist.

However, Zhang Feng was already nowhere to be seen in the wooden hut.

Inside the hut, he found something strange—a wardrobe against the wall, and there were traces indicating it had been opened.

He passed through the wardrobe, clearly seeing inside a wooden board that could be opened downward.

Chen Mo passed through the board and arrived underground.

Chen Mo had guessed half correctly; it indeed was a tunnel, but it connected to an underground bunker.

The underground space beneath the wooden hut had been hollowed out.

This place had guards every five steps and sentries every ten steps, with bright lights everywhere, almost no dark spots, each post tying a copper bell.