Cheng Shixiang nodded, and after a long silence, he said, "Master Yuan, Master Ma, can you spare me a way out?"
Ma Jiyuan remained silent. Yuan Qinglin on the side said somewhat helplessly, "Master Cheng, you know, in our line of work, once we accept someone's favor, we have to do the job well."
Cheng Shixiang had already guessed their answer.
After a moment, Cheng Shixiang looked at Yu Daochen again, "Young Master Yu, may I ask you a question?"
Yu Daochen looked confused. He wasn't a fortune teller, so what could Cheng Shixiang possibly want to ask him?
After Cheng Shixiang finished speaking, he looked at Ma Jiyuan beside him. Ma Jiyuan glanced at Yuan Qinglin with some difficulty.
Yuan Qinglin sighed and nodded. Cheng Shixiang was likely not going to survive this time. This fellow had killed more than ten ghost messengers.
Seeing Yuan Qinglin nod in agreement, Cheng Shixiang stood up and walked to Yu Daochen, leaning in to whisper in his ear.
Qiang Zi, standing nearby, was also full of confusion. As far as he knew, Master Yu didn't know Cheng Shixiang either, and Master Yu wasn't a fortune teller. Why would a master on the Heaven Ranking want to ask him anything?
Yu Daochen, who had been looking confused, suddenly changed his expression and asked directly, with a hint of disbelief, "Is that true?"
Cheng Shixiang nodded without speaking.
"You must understand, even if you are a master on the Heaven Ranking, I have ways to make you pay the price." Yu Daochen's expression turned cold.
Cheng Shixiang didn't speak and sat back down.
Qiang Zi was a bit puzzled. He typed a message and sent it. (Master Yu, what happened? What did that guy ask you? Why did your expression suddenly change?)
(Nothing.) Yu Daochen replied with two words, shook his head, and said nothing.
Ma Jiyuan and Yuan Qinglin opposite them were also full of questions. What could this fellow have asked to surprise Master Yu so much?
Cheng Shixiang returned to his seat and spoke no more. Instead, he closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and began to meditate.
This small interlude passed, and Qiang Zi also closed his eyes.
With about ten hours of flight time left before reaching Yangzhou, Yu Daochen kicked the dozing Qiang Zi beside him.
Qiang Zi rubbed his eyes and yawned, "Are we there yet?"
About ten minutes left. As he spoke, Yu Daochen subtly gestured towards Qiang Zi's pocket with his eyes.
Qiang Zi understood what Yu Daochen meant. He took out his phone and saw a message from Yu Daochen.
(Be careful of Cheng Shixiang, he's going to escape!)
Qiang Zi's expression changed. Just as he was about to inform Ma Jiyuan and Yuan Qinglin, Yu Daochen stomped on his foot.
Qiang Zi turned to look at Yu Daochen, who subtly shook his head.
Ten minutes later, the plane slowly descended and landed steadily. The door opened, and everyone gathered their belongings, preparing to disembark. Cheng Shixiang's bracelet suddenly came undone, and he bolted out with a swift stride, catching everyone present by surprise.
Qiang Zi, having been warned by Yu Daochen, was prepared. He drew his copper coin sword to stop him, but before the sword was fully drawn, Yu Daochen, standing beside him, held it down.
Qiang Zi looked at Yu Daochen with utter bewilderment. Yu Daochen offered no explanation, merely shaking his head slightly.
Ma Jiyuan and Yuan Qinglin reacted and rushed out, chasing after the fleeing Cheng Shixiang.
Yu Daochen looked at Han Dong, who was not pursuing, "Since we've reached Yangzhou, we'll be going our separate ways."
Han Dong nodded, "Master Yu, safe travels."
Yu Daochen grunted and nodded, then, taking Qiang Zi with him, he disembarked and headed out of the airport.
Outside the airport, Qiang Zi finally asked in confusion, "Master Yu, why did you stop me just now?"
Yu Daochen rolled his eyes, "What, you want to challenge a strong fighter on the Black Ranking like me?"
Qiang Zi then remembered, "I knew I forgot something. Cheng Shixiang is sworn brothers with Meng Da Long, who is ranked twelfth on the Black Ranking."
Yu Daochen was somewhat speechless. Had this fellow's brain turned mush after spending a few hours with that woman in the red dress?
"Alright, let's get a taxi back to Jiangdu," Yu Daochen said.
Qiang Zi nodded and hailed a taxi by the roadside.
"Where to, young sir?" the middle-aged man in the front asked.
The two opened the car door and got in. Yu Daochen said, "Driver, to Jiangdu."
"Two hundred yuan!" the middle-aged man said.
Yu Daochen frowned. Had prices really skyrocketed so quickly? In just half a month, how had the fare jumped from one hundred to two hundred yuan? And why did this taxi driver's voice sound so familiar?
The taxi driver in front also felt that the voice behind him was incredibly familiar. He turned his head to take a look.
Their eyes met. The middle-aged man's face changed drastically. His previously smiling face instantly drooped.
Yu Daochen was also somewhat surprised. How could he have run into this guy again? Every time he took a taxi, he seemed to encounter this fellow.
The middle-aged man was also puzzled. With so many taxis in Yangzhou, why did he have to be the one to pick up this gentleman?
"Gentlemen, please sit tight. I'll take you to Jiangdu immediately. The fare is on the house." The middle-aged man said with a smile, but inwardly he was extremely nervous. He had originally planned to make a profit on the cost of a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes, but now, he had lost both the battle and the war.
Author's Note:
Apologies, everyone. The author is on the night shift and will adjust their circadian rhythm over the next few days before resuming two updates a day.