Fishing the Myriad Heavens Chapter 124

Only when the entire horde passed by did they finally manage to relax.

"What's going on? The Bei Feng Guards are making some kind of move again?" A few guys from Nanquan Gang speculated.

"Hmph! With such arrogance, they'll be wiped out sooner or later!" A scarred man growled in disdain. As for whether these people were just being sour grapes, that was hard to tell.

The head of Wulong Gang twirled a pen on his finger absentmindedly. "With the temper of that guy, he should logically have already appeared long ago, right after the Qing Gang was destroyed. But how come there's no signs of any movements after so long?"

Regardless of what people thought of them, Bei Feng's Guards were now like the bright sun in the sky. Every single action of theirs would definitely draw the attention of the other powers, leaving them to guess at their motives.

But not to mention those outsiders, even the people within Bei Feng's Guards had a constipated expression on their faces as they sat within the minivans. As long as the higher ups released an order, they had to comply. That was the life of a lackey! They had no way of knowing the details.

As Mystic Four had never been to Bei Feng's old mansion before, Mystic Five had also tagged along this time to show the way.

The trip took around another hour before the large group arrived at Qing Ling Village. As soon as they stepped off the minivans, they began moving the tables and stools down from the trucks without a second word.

The tables were exactly the kind which Bei Feng needed. It could be folded up and stored easily. Even a regular person could easily move two of them at the same time with no problems.

After that was the turn of the large pots and pans. With the additional 100 pairs of hands, this time-consuming task was finished very quickly.

This day, the residents of Qing Ling Village witnessed an exceedingly strange sight. A large formation of trucks was lined up in the village, and a huge group of tough-looking bad youths was marching through the village with tables and stools in their hands.

"I really can't understand the people nowadays!" A middle-aged man shook his head as he looked at the large group of people walking past.

Another man beside him calmly took a long drag on his cigarette and swiveled his eyes to look at the commotion. "Right. Look at those guys in suits and ties in the city. They look like honest, successful office workers, but some of them are actually some kind of a gangster boss in real life. Yet, this bunch of seemingly thuggish youths are actually working so diligently and uprightly!"

Two others who were standing not far away looked over when they heard this and smirked at the man with disdain. "This formation is still not considered a gang? You see those three guys at the front? They're all well-known triad bosses!"

"Dong, dong!"

A series of light knocks jerked Bei Feng out of his midday daze. He put down the book and slowly opened the door.

"Boss, the things you wanted are already prepared. What are your next instructions?" Mystic Four hurriedly bowed when he saw Bei Feng open the door.

Seeing the leader of the Bei Feng Guards behaving so respectfully to this skinny youth, even calling him Boss, everyone had their mouths open wide with shock.

"This person is the big boss behind the scenes? He actually looks so young!"

"Paying my respects to Boss!"

"Good day, Boss!"

The men did not hesitate for long. After a clever fellow shouted his greetings, as though having awakened from a dream, the rest hurriedly followed up and bowed respectfully.

"Not bad. You all managed to reach pretty quickly. Place the tables and stools around the yard and bring the pans here and set them up," Bei Feng pointed at an empty lot around the Banyan tree. "I just need 20 people for that task. The rest of you, pick up a hoe and follow me."

Mystic Four quickly pointed out a portion of the men and reiterated Bei Feng's instructions to them. The others also picked up a hoe and followed Bei Feng to the back of the mansion.

The 80-odd men behind Bei Feng swallowed nervously as they walked. Their hands also subconsciously tightened around the hoes. The smarter ones already had a bad premonition about the events they were about to encounter.

Bei Feng observed the layout of the land quietly for a moment. This spot was located at the foot of the mountain and had a slight natural curvature inwards. Most importantly, it was a low-lying piece of land that was suitable for diverting the water from the brook into it.

Turning around to look at the confused bunch of people, Bei Feng revealed a light smile and pointed to the ground. "Your task is to start digging on this plot. Go as deep and as wide as you can!"

"Clang!"

The group of battle-hardened gangsters widened their eyes in disbelief. Someone even dropped his hoe in a moment of daze.

What the hell was going on here? Did we all get called over here just to dig a hole? If they were here to fight or to hack someone up, that was still within their abilities. If they had the patience to dig and farm, why would they even come out to join a gang in the first place?!

Although there was a great amount of doubt, Mystic Four still dug his hoe into the ground and flung out a shovelful of mud without a second thought. Seeing their boss make the first move, the rest also began to dig earnestly.

Since the leader of the gang was personally doing the rough work, what was there for the rest to feel so reserved about?!

The men all exchanged a strange look with each other before nodding with tacit understanding. A single thought appeared in everyone's head.

When they go back later, no matter how much the others asked, they would never admit that they had come out here to dig a hole! Not even if they were beaten to death!

Within the blink of an eye, a group of bad youths had been transformed into honest farmers, digging away at a countryside!

As for Bei Feng, he casually strolled back to the old mansion with the bearings of a young, rich landowner as he sipped on his tea and hummed a small tune.

It was almost noon, and the large pots outside had also been set up. Bei Feng cut off a large piece of Variant Giant Salamander meat weighing over a hundred jin!

After inquiring, Bei Feng found two men who knew how to cook and left them with the task.

'If one wants a horse to run fast, they must first let it graze on green pastures!'

Bei Feng still understood a simple logic like this. These men must be fed properly first, so that they will have the energy to work harder in the afternoon!

Five of the large pans were soon emitting waves of sweet-smelling fragrance, causing the hungry masses to gulp repeatedly.

"F*ck, how come I didn't know that that Hu Zi kid was so good at cooking in the past?"

One of the men swallowed violently as he stared at the piece of meat in the pan nearest to him.

"Right, this kid had really hidden his skills too deeply! Bloody hell, the last time I went to his house, that son of a b*tch only gave me a bowl of cup noodles!"

An older man pursed his lips with displeasure.

In that instant, everyone simultaneously made up their minds. All their meals in the future would be handed to these two to handle!

'Strange. Why is it so fragrant? Could it be that my hidden chef potential had finally been unearthed?'

Hu Zi had an intoxicated look on his face as he took a deep breath. His face was a picture of confusion. Although he could make a few passable dishes in the past, whether the food he made was really delicious was something that he understood the most.

Twenty minutes passed, and the Variant Giant Salamander meat was finally done. Mystic Four also gathered the digging party for lunch.

"Clang!"

Numerous hoes and shovels were dropped to the ground. A few of them were complaining whilst massaging their wrists. "D*mnit, this is f*cking more tiring than fighting and hacking others!"

"Isn't that so? Hacking someone up is a matter that's settled in but a few minutes. But we've been digging this bloody hole for over two hours already!"

"Right, I've decided. I'm going to keep this hoe as a memento. In the future, if anyone ever dares to mention this digging matter to me, I'll give him a smack across the head with it!" [1]

The ragtag group dragged their tired bodies back to the spacious yard.

"Yi?! What the f*ck is that fragrance?!" Someone exclaimed exaggeratedly.

It was already 1.30 pm and a large portion of the men had also skipped their breakfast. Thus, the moment the smell hit their noses, their stomachs began to grumble non-stop!

Their eyes lit up, and like a pack of savage wolves, the group of men quickly surged forward and sat down at the tables, waiting for their meal.

Chapter end