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The Extraordinary Feng Shui Master
墨書 Inktalez
Chronicle of the Dragon Era
On December 31, 2049, in a picturesque city renowned for its beautiful mountains and clear waters in Huaxia Nation, a solemn asphalt road led from the outskirts of this scenic city to a prison nestled in the mountains.
At the prison gate, two men were conversing face to face. One of them, dressed in a prison guard uniform, picked up a hiking backpack beside him, brushed off the dust from its bottom, and handed it directly to the man in front of him.
“Xiao Yefeng, this is your belongings from when you entered prison. Take a look!”
Receiving the backpack, Xiao Yefeng unzipped it and swept aside the colorful banknotes from various countries. He grabbed a brocade pouch embroidered with beast patterns, opened its mouth, and as sunlight streamed through the prison gate, it illuminated the contents inside. In an instant, several dazzling metallic reflections shot into both men's eyes. Seeing those familiar glimmers, Xiao Yefeng satisfiedly closed the pouch.
Tightening the pouch's opening, Xiao Yefeng carefully tucked it into the inner pocket of his coat. He then zipped up the backpack and slung it over his right shoulder with one hand.
“How is it? Is everything there?” The guard’s eyes flickered at the sight of the vibrant banknotes, but adhering to his professional duties, he still followed protocol and asked.
At that moment, Xiao Yefeng shook the somewhat worn backpack in his hand and replied, “It’s not bad. If this were America, I’d be lucky to get back even a bag.”
Hearing Xiao Yefeng's words made the guard feel somewhat embarrassed; after all, for a prisoner, how much of their belongings are returned after two years depends entirely on the mood of the custodians.
The guard smiled helplessly and said, “Just enjoy it. If it weren’t for the Warden’s orders not to mess with your things, do you really think you’d get back this much?”
“Forget it. No more nonsense; as long as this pouch is here, everything else doesn’t matter!” Xiao Yefeng patted the pouch on his chest.
With that said, Xiao Yefeng stepped forward with his right foot and entered the area bathed in sunlight. Feeling the warmth of freedom on his skin brought him immense relief. However, just then, the communication device at the guard's waist lit up with a red light. The guard grabbed the device and engaged in a brief conversation. Xiao Yefeng felt only a slight curiosity about it but shrugged it off and prepared to leave.
At that moment, the guard spoke into the device: “Yes, Warden! I’ll hand it over to him right away.”
“71063! No, Xiao Yefeng! Wait a moment; the Warden has something to say to you!” The guard noticed that Xiao Yefeng was already walking away and hastily blurted out his number. Realizing what he had done, he understood he would surely be reprimanded by the Warden because in any country, a prisoner stepping out of prison becomes an ordinary person. The moment they cross through those gates, their number fades away under the liberating sunlight; from that moment on, their stain is washed clean.
Hearing the familiar number, Xiao Yefeng turned around in confusion. However, upon seeing the warden's awkward expression, he didn't pay much attention and reached out to take the communicator, saying directly, "What’s wrong? Did you make a mistake?"
On the other end of the communicator, the Warden, standing at the highest point of the prison, remained silent for a long time. Feeling that this obviously inarticulate Warden was at a loss for words, Xiao Yefeng couldn't help but chuckle lightly before continuing, "So, what do you need? Otherwise, I might miss my flight!"
"Thank you, Feng. The Dragon Head wants me to convey his gratitude!" The Warden said sincerely while looking at Xiao Yefeng at the entrance from his room on the cliff.
Glancing back at the direction where sunlight streamed in, amidst the dazzling light on a sheer cliff, Xiao Yefeng saw a blurry figure through the familiar refraction of Bulletproof Glass. He waved at the figure and said, "Is this the deal? Protecting the target's safety is my mission; otherwise, how could I walk out of this heavily guarded compound today?"
"The fierce tiger will eventually leave the mountain, Dragon Head. I hope our next meeting isn't here," the Warden finally spoke again after a long pause.
"Mountain Head Sea Skin, Windshake Mountain, Rolling Dragon!" Xiao Yefeng rattled off a long string of words into the communicator that the nearby guards couldn't understand.
However, to the Warden's ears, it meant something entirely different: "The Dragon Head is too arrogant. If I don’t want to be caught, no one can seize me when I'm fully alert!"
"Feng, I hope you won't go against the country no matter what!" The Warden urged.
"If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up!" Xiao Yefeng replied before disconnecting. He tossed the communicator back to the guard and turned to walk towards the sunlit road ahead.
Watching Xiao Yefeng's departing figure, the Warden picked up a yellowed document from his desk. Looking at the photo of a younger Xiao Yefeng, he couldn't believe that this youthful boy was once a notorious figure who made people tremble at his name.
After reading through the document carefully once more, the Warden lit a cigarette. Taking a deep breath and exhaling a long stream of smoke, he scrutinized the yellowed paper again. Then with a sudden crackling sound as if struck by lightning, the document burst into flames and turned to ash. The flickering flames on his desk danced like spirits—brilliant yet fleeting.
"Ha ha, no one can catch me; you just don't know our strength."
With that, a Sleeve Dart shot out from Warden's sleeve, striking the wall of the room. The fine Steel Needle embedded itself three inches deep into what appeared to be an ordinary wall, but upon closer inspection, it was clear that this was no ordinary surface; it was a solid cliff face of tough blue stone. As the trembling needle finally ceased its quivering, a burst of flames enveloped the cliff.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yefeng, with his backpack slung over his shoulder, had long since left the prison. Walking on a thin layer of fresh snow, he felt a sense of comfort he hadn't experienced in a long time. He touched the pouch in his bosom; the familiar texture gave him an overwhelming sense of security.
This prison was located deep in the mountains, and there was only one bus service per week. The bus that was supposed to arrive today had come early due to the upcoming traditional festival in Huaxia, resulting in no bus arriving to pick up Xiao Yefeng, who had been released early.
However, this smooth asphalt road felt like a grand avenue to Xiao Yefeng, who was used to wandering through the mountains. Although it was close to New Year's Day, the temperatures in northern Huaxia had been delayed due to global climate changes, making snowfall before New Year's Day quite rare. Yet last night's snowfall had covered the colorful autumn leaves with a layer of pristine white, and as Xiao Yefeng walked along, he enjoyed the rare beauty with immense joy.
This was Xiao Yefeng's first time experiencing such comfort while appreciating the scenery. The once desolate road had been transformed into a festive sight for New Year's Day, adorned with bright red lanterns hanging from every streetlight along the way, making the somber road appear much more celebratory.
As Xiao Yefeng listened to the chirping of birds along his path, a heavy engine roar approached from afar. Upon hearing the growl of the engine, Xiao Yefeng furrowed his brow. After adjusting his backpack on his shoulders, he quickly pulled out the pouch from his inner pocket and deftly slipped it into his pocket.
Sure enough, the sound of the engine soon came into view. Xiao Yefeng stood by the roadside and watched as a rare Land Behemoth sped toward him. This vehicle was no ordinary car; while it wasn't prohibitively expensive—ordinary families could afford it—it was rare because it came from an ancient brand: Five Spirits!
Moreover, this vehicle was a globally limited edition from Wuling Group; there were definitely no more than ten in all of Huaxia. Given its appearance at this time and place, Xiao Yefeng understood that whoever was inside must be coming for him.
However, whether they were friend or foe remained uncertain to Xiao Yefeng. He hoped they were friendly; after all, his injuries still affected him somewhat. Yet he reasoned that even if they were enemies, they likely wouldn't have firearms—after all, this was Huaxia and home to the world-renowned Prison of the Bound Dragon.
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