CHAPTER 233: CHAPTER 111: REAL REWARDS AND LEGENDARY-RELATED MINI-GAMES_4

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Three days later, in the morning.

The city’s train station.

Although it looked just like any other day, crowds coming and going as usual.

But if you looked closely, several people by the roadside had their hands inside their jackets, seemingly selling pirated CDs, but actually searching for the best shooting angles.

Further ahead, a few black car drivers had been replaced with new faces.

They were twirling keys in their hands, as though turning the wheel of an armored vehicle.

Ta-da—

The street vendor selling egg pancakes rolled the dough in his hands, as if subduing border drug dealers with a martial arts grip.

Zhang Feng, wearing sunglasses and a hat, arrived here with Old Liu, and with just one glance, he knew that the station had been infiltrated by a special squad.

Seeing all this, Zhang Feng felt it was quite normal.

Because this time, not only was he taking the train, but there were also over a dozen treasure-class researchers in the station.

So just in case, the officials had made some small arrangements.

But overall, it was relatively natural, at least passersby wouldn’t notice anything unusual.

Meanwhile, Zhang Feng glanced around, then looked at the egg pancakes.

To be honest, he was indeed hungry.

And looking at the vendor’s hand strength, the dough was kneaded with force, showing some skill.

He approached the egg pancake stall.

Zhang Feng looked at the suddenly nervous vendor,

"Give me two."

"Yes!" The vendor was startled by Zhang Feng’s intangible aura, reflexively standing at attention.

Luckily, no nearby pedestrians noticed, otherwise, they would have been quite alarmed.

The reason the vendor was so nervous.

This was because Zhang Feng had just cultivated his inner strength in the past few days, and while his muscles moved, his long-sleeved shirt had an indescribable ’wave-like sensation.’

To outsiders, it seemed like Feng’s clothes were being blown by the wind, very natural, very normal.

But Zhang Feng was extraordinary, and the vendor knew it.

These two points, coupled with Zhang Feng’s clothes fluctuating, like a demon roaming, emitting dense evil qi.

This gave the vendor a tremendous oppressive sensation as if a ghostly demon was wrapping and devouring him.

Even though he didn’t know why he could see such strange scenes, this divine scene deeply shocked his heart.

’He can see my aura? Seems like he has some visualization foundation, might serve as the 19th martial arts preparatory seed.’

Zhang Feng saw him standing at attention and lost in thought, and then noting how intently he looked at his clothes, Feng realized he’d been too engrossed in his training the past few days, inadvertently revealing his martial aura.

Usually, Zhang Feng was natural, like a dragon swimming the sea, ever-changing.

His profound mental state and power made Zhang Feng belong to a ’natural and formless infinite change.’

Even those with visualization wouldn’t detect a thing.

But he did have some visualization foundation.

Zhang Feng directly ignored him and turned to Old Liu, saying, "Bring up his bodily function data, I want to check it."

Zhang Feng’s authority in martial arts was highest.

He could say, if Zhang Feng saw someone on the street and requested their data,

As long as there had been a test, then regarding that person’s data, Zhang Feng could freely access it, summon it anytime.

"Okay." Old Liu, hearing the command, pulled a tablet from the tote bag, aimed the camera at the vendor, and all data was retrieved from the big data martial arts center.

Including his name and occupation.

After scanning the data, Zhang Feng didn’t focus on it immediately, instead, he first looked up at the vendor’s appearance.

Despite being in disguise, he was about twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old.

Above his left eye corner, there had been surgery, and his left eyelid sometimes involuntarily trembled, vaguely from a metal piece cut, damaging his eyelid nerves.

His right hand was covered with a leather sleeve, the exposed gaps showing, his hand’s back had severe burns, very severe, red and somewhat unsightly.

On the right side of his neck were bullet scar traces, but they were covered with foundation, probably to avoid scaring strangers.

Zhang Feng examined his appearance and then looked at his data.

He was indeed a top-tier special forces member.

A ’colleague,’ he had been part of the ’mobile unit’ years ago, overseeing nationwide criminal apprehensions and eliminating public safety hazards.

In the last three years, he’d worked in border narcotics enforcement.

In three years, he’d dismantled two criminal rings and arrested dozens of petty criminals.

Captured thirty-seven drug dealers.

In border encounters, killed nine traffickers.

His achievements were numerous, but could be summed up in two words.

Hero.