CHAPTER 380: CHAPTER 90: THE SECRET ROOM (PART 2)

Several police cars sped past on the road alongside.

"How come even police cars are here," Zhuo Feng also felt something was amiss. This area was remote with few households around. Although desolate, the security was usually pretty good. The incident at the Milk Feed Factory was sudden, making the police rush over.

Outside the Milk Feed Factory, not only were there several circles of onlookers, but also several groups of police.

The people coming to watch the commotion had trampled the scene into a mess, and the old gatekeeper of the Milk Feed Factory had been yelling all morning. Now, he had long lost his strength.

"Who knows, it is said that the gatekeeper swore that he checked the cowshed last night, and there must have been thieves at midnight," Feng Xing said after drinking some water, recounting the situation at the Milk Feed Factory.

Now outside the Milk Feed Factory, there were people watching the excitement and people coming to get milk, creating a noisy environment. Even the food safety department came, saying they needed to investigate whether the cows were sick to have suddenly gone mad in the middle of the night.

"It’s also strange, such a big commotion last night, and we didn’t react at all," said Feng Xing, which quieted the chattering few.

It happened just a few kilometers away, yet they knew nothing about it last night.

Among the four, Xiao Xian looked the most uncomfortable. It probably was because those cows saw her and the unknown rare bird fighting, which scared them and caused the incident.

"Ah, do you think it could be that mad cow disease they talk about abroad? That Milk Feed Factory is quite large, and I dare not drink the milk on the market anymore," Zhang Yiyi, who was the most timid, was also startled. The original plan of the three was to walk around during the day, but thinking about the many police nearby, they decided it was better not to wander around.

"The trickiest part now is that the situation is not clear, and we don’t know whether it was man-made or if the dairy cows really caught some deadly disease." They usually drank milk as they were still in their developmental stage.

Xiao Xian, however, was thinking about something else. She wondered where the injured bird from last night had come from. If it was kept by someone from the Milk Feed Factory, she didn’t know whether the blame would eventually be directed towards the farm.

"Little master, don’t worry too much. I didn’t smell that rare bird’s scent. It knew the power of the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors after being injured last night and has probably escaped back to its nest," Little White Jiao had remembered the scent of that rare bird after recognizing its threat, and within ten kilometers, there was no scent of the rare bird, indicating temporary safety.

"Xiao Xian?" Zhuo Feng shook Xiao Xian, noticing her dazed expression, thinking she was scared.

"Aunt, I’m fine. I believe the police will clear things up. For the next few days, stay put and don’t wander around." Xiao Xian had a plan in mind. For safety, she decided to keep Little White Jiao guarding the farm and be vigilant about any nearby activities.

"Don’t worry, it’s just dampened your fun. There’s not much to do in the countryside anyway. How about this, you all said yesterday that Qingming Cakes were delicious, right? Today, I’ll take you to the fields to pick fresh ferns and we’ll eat them fresh," Zhuo Feng’s suggestion lightened the gloom among the female Fstudent’s spirits, and they set out to pick wild vegetables.

Feng Xing stayed at the farm, taking care of the sweet potato sprouts that had been revived overnight.

The incident at the Milk Feed Factory last night was reported to Huang Teng Chong by the person in charge, trembling with fear.

This time Huang Teng Chong didn’t curse over the phone. Instead, he said calmly, "I see, first cooperate with the police investigation. We’ll halt production for a while to reorganize. For the insufficient milk feed, I’ll arrange for supplies from other factories."

After hanging up the phone, Huang Teng Chong paced back and forth in his study in the villa located in the city center with a grim expression.

After a while, a security guard from downstairs ran up nervously, "Boss, there seems to be some noise on the second floor."

"None of your business, get out," Huang Teng Chong smashed everything on the desk to the ground, his face gruesomely distorted, breaking his usually cultivated appearance.

The security guard dared not speak and was about to leave, knowing his boss was polite in front of others but unpredictable in private, which really scared him.

"Wait a moment," Huang Teng Chong called the security guard back from the study room, appearing once again as the courteous and elegant businessman, "What’s your name? How long have you been a security guard here?"

"My name is Li Bo, I’ve been here for almost three months," Li Bo, the security guard, hurriedly responded when the boss suddenly asked his name.

"Li Bo, right? Still on probation for three months? I see you look quite sturdy. Come here, let me have a look." Huang Huafu cordially ordered, then dismissed the security guard.

Li Bo was somewhat flattered that the boss was treating him so kindly. He continuously thanked him, and although he found it strange, he still rolled up his sleeves, showing his muscular arms.

Soon, screams echoed from the study room. Li Bo screamed, his left arm bloody and torn.

Huang Tengchong opened a drawer, put down the dagger in his hand, took out a silk handkerchief, wrapped the still warm piece of flesh, wiped the sweat from his forehead, "What are you screaming for? It’s just a piece of flesh. Haven’t you heard of Buddha cutting flesh to feed the eagle? Using your dirty flesh to feed my divine bird is the fortune your ancestors accumulated. Today, I’ll make you a permanent employee to enjoy the benefits of Huang’s official staff."

Ignoring Li Bo’s cries of pain, Huang Teng Chong walked along the corridor to his own bedroom.

Huang Teng Chong’s villa was an independent villa that many people in Beijing would envy. Located in the suburbs, it was surrounded by only a few other villas, which were residences of well-known entrepreneurs and elite individuals.

Huang Teng Chong was now heading to a place in his villa, at the end of the corridor on the second floor—his bedroom.

After entering the bedroom, he walked to the north wall, leaned against the wall, listening for a while. Seeing there was no movement inside, he confidently pressed a black button on the right side of the bedpost. The wall opened, revealing a secret room. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation ticket and monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)