Chapter 461: 461: The Frenzied Dance of the Silver Snake (First Update)

The events unfolding at the scene had surpassed the understanding of the People of Chaoge—when had lightning ever struck people with such intensity?

That’s why they didn’t even bother trying to rescue their companions, opting to get to safety first.

It wasn’t just the People of Chaoge who were stunned; Feng Jun’s group was equally baffled: what the heck was going on?

“Get in the bus!” a young man in camouflage yelled, hopping onto the bus first, “In a thunderstorm, it’s safer inside a vehicle!”

You’ve got to hand it to the young for their quick thinking, capable of making the right decision in such a short time.

Some people instinctively followed his lead, while others, furious, pointed at Feng Jun and screamed with vengeance in their eyes, “He’s behind this!”

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The People of Chaoge had inquired about the owner of Luohua Manor; they knew this person was Mou Miao’s classmate and financial backer. The Boiler Camel Motorcycles produced in Chaoge were all delivered here, suggesting he might be the key figure smuggling them to Bei Xinluo.

So their target this time was Feng Jun, not Mou Miao.

But at the same time, they had also heard that this man had supernatural abilities.

Chaoge was the birthplace of “The Investiture of the Gods,” and the superstitious atmosphere was stronger there than in other places.@@novelbin@@

Watching the lightning bolts strike, the man was petrified—here was someone with divine powers.

Nevertheless, there were those still brave enough to fight back despite their fear.

A man flung open the door of an SUV and shouted, “Ram him!”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a bolt of lightning struck the SUV—it was lightning-fast, literally.

A car can protect against lightning; that’s the principle of the Faraday Cage. As for the car door protecting against lightning? Faraday didn’t claim that.

A proper car door is metallic, an excellent conductor of electricity. The man shouted, and hit the pavement—yes, in the most literal sense.

As he hit the ground, no one else dared to speak nonsense. Most people harbored a deep fear of the supernatural.

“Stay away from the car doors, stay away from the doors!” someone shouted. “And those inside the vehicle, don’t touch any metal!”

Feng Jun reached into the car, fetched an umbrella, and opened it. The wind had stopped, but the sky was still alive with flashes and booms of thunder, lighting up the surroundings as bright as day from time to time.

Feng Jun pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and spoke with a smile, “Elder Yuan, get on the bus, don’t catch a cold in the rain.”

“You, you…” Yuan Zihao, crafty with age, had never seen anything like this before.

Superstition, he had heard of it, but it was generally just sleight of hand or similar deceptions. As for karmic superstitions, they were not immediate retributions, more like fortuitous coincidences—at least verbally, he didn’t really believe in them.

It’s quite common for old people who fear death to become superstitious.

But he had never imagined one day witnessing lightning repeatedly striking people.

Performing magic on such a busy road was absolutely inappropriate.

To say that Feng Jun was in no way connected to these events, he wouldn’t believe it—the lightning was striking only the other party’s people.

But to say that Feng Jun could control lightning, he couldn’t believe that either—come on, that was just too far-fetched.

Thankfully, the old man had weathered many storms, and after a moment of shock, he asked with a smile, “I won’t get struck by lightning if I open the car door, right?”

“You, sir, are a high-ranking official,” Feng Jun chuckled in response, “evils avoid the wise, why would lightning strike you?”

It was Yuan Huapeng who dared to take action, boldly opening the door of a BMW, “Dad, get in the car!”

Elder Yuan couldn’t afford to be polite; the rain was too heavy and his old bones couldn’t handle it, so he got in.

Others might not have noticed Feng Jun’s subtle movements, but the three women in his car saw the hand he held behind his back, forming a spell.

“F*ck…” Sister Hong blurted out a curse, “For real?”

“Such Daoist Techniques?” Zhang Caixin’s eyes sparkled with curiosity, “If even electricity can be controlled, can time be controlled in the future?”

Feng Jing, who was usually indifferent, perked up at her words, “You mean… eternal life?”

She didn’t dare mention “immortality,” but eternal life was enough; in that moment, she even forgot her conflict with the Zhang Family Sisters.

Just then, the People of Chaoge gradually regained some sense, with some moving forward to help their fallen companions.

Then someone took out a mobile phone and began dialing for emergency services.

The mobile phone had just pressed the “send” button when another thunder crashed down, causing the caller to let out a sudden cry of agony.

“How stupid can you get?” Gazi ridiculed, although if not counting Elder Yuan, he had the lowest education level, but even he knew, “You shouldn’t use a mobile phone during a thunderstorm, doesn’t everyone know that?”

A middle-aged man became irritated; he rolled down the window and roared at Feng Jun, “What on earth do you want?”

Go to hell, Feng Jun snorted coldly, and another peal of thunder struck.

A Faraday Cage needs to be closed to be effective, this middle-aged man’s actions couldn’t ensure his safety, but, fortunately, he didn’t stick his head out; so the thunder only exploded above the car.

The man was so frightened that he hurried to close the window, however, very unfortunately, the circuitry had already been burnt out.

In full view of everyone, Feng Jun walked over unhurriedly, holding an umbrella and smiling, he asked, “What is your honorable surname?”

The man hesitated for a while before reluctantly answering, “My surname… is Wang.”

“Surname Wang, are you the eighth in your family?” Feng Jun asked with a smile, “I’m really curious, you block my doorway and yet ask me what exactly I’d like to do… A thousand-year-old turtle, a ten-thousand-year-old soft-shelled turtle, you really are confused, aren’t you?”

The humiliation was too much for the middle-aged man to bear, yet he didn’t dare to get angry; one wrong word, and thunder would strike again—no one could withstand playing this way.

But with so many people watching him, he couldn’t just say nothing, “You are Feng Jun, right? According to our investigation, you could be largely responsible for a car accident in Chaoge last week that resulted in one death and one injury, we see it necessary to summon you to better understand the specific situation.”

“Really?” Feng Jun sneered, showing his teeth, “Summoning me by bringing forty or fifty people… are you the fool, or am I the fool?”

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes, “With all your wealth, if we had fewer people, do you think we could take you away?”

Those words were truly shameless, yet they were pretty much true; local protectionism exists not only in Chaoge but also in Zhengyang.

“You really need to brush up on common knowledge,” another voice came from behind Feng Jun.

That was a tall and leggy beauty, despite the heavy rain, she carried an air of a domineering queen.

She held her umbrella and looked at the middle-aged man coldly, “Summoning doesn’t necessarily require going to Chaoge; any place will suffice, even within Luohua Manor, what you need to do is to understand, not judge!”

This statement… was faultless, but the middle-aged man was all too aware of such tricks and sneered, “To understand the situation at Luohua Manor, I might as well call and ask, why should I bother going there?”

He was implying that Feng Jun’s influence in Zhengyang was too great; how could they get any real answers on his turf?

Sister Hong returned the sneer, “So you’re just summoning? Do you have solid evidence to prove that President Feng is involved in the car accident?”

The middle-aged man’s face was blank; if he had solid evidence, he would have brought an arrest warrant instead.

But Sister Hong was not willing to let him off the hook, “Since you have no solid evidence, why bring so many people, unless you have some ulterior motive?”

“What ulterior motives?” The middle-aged man shouted as though his tail had been stepped on, “He’s smuggling Boiler Camel Motorcycles, evading taxes… you can’t say that’s false, can you?”

Finally, under pressure, he revealed his actual intentions, striving to stand on a moral high ground.

How foolish. His cards were all on the table, yet this phenomenon is all too common.

Sister Hong sneered, “So what is it, a car accident or tax evasion? As for tax evasion… is it your job to issue summons?”

Having understood their purpose, she didn’t say more but glanced at Feng Jun, “Shall we call the police?”

“Hold on,” Feng Jun smiled and looked around, “Who handcuffed my gatekeeper? Step forward!”

One man stood alone, yet subdued three cars full of forty to fifty people.

Such an imposing aura was extraordinary; although he was standing in the storm, making him seem somewhat disheveled, his rugged dominance also fully burst forth.

Not a single person from Chaoge dared to make a sound, the reason being… they were thoroughly intimidated.

But then two gatekeepers stood up and identified the wrongdoers – at least five people had laid hands on them, but in the rush of the moment, they hadn’t managed to recognize everyone.

Feng Jun dragged the two men out and slammed them to the ground, “Ask around, who else was involved?”

Coach Wang and Fatty Xu might both be wealthy second-generations, and no need to mention others, the necessary legal knowledge was not lacking in them.

As they fought, they snarled, “Damn it, just a summons, and others prevent your summons, then you start handcuffing… who gave you this power?”

Now, it turned out well, Feng Jun had not made a move but the moment he did, he instantly intimidated the crowd; Luohua Manor, despite being outnumbered, forcefully retaliated, with a distinct aura of life and death authority.

(First update, calling for monthly tickets. Edited.)