stonecrandall Chapter 203 I Want You To Leave Quickly × Looks A Lot Like Yang Feng × Buhara Is Very Depressed! 【2/
Chapter 203 I Want You To Leave Quickly × Looks A Lot Like Yang Feng × Buhara Is Very Depressed! 【2/
The next day, it was around nine o'clock in the morning when Yang Feng woke up.
At this time, Gon and the others were still sleeping, and Yang Feng didn't wake them up after washing up.
I just left the room alone and walked to the rooftop to bask in the sun.
Now Yang Feng feels uncomfortable as long as he doesn't get sunlight and moonlight for a day.
However, when he reached the rooftop, Yang Feng discovered that Netero was also there.
Netero looked at You Kexin in the distance, as if Ping was looking for something.
"Are you looking for Phantom Troupe? President. Yang Feng approached and asked.
Netero touched his beard and said, "It's not really looking. It's just that I haven't used [Yuan] for a long time and I wanted to try it to see if my skills have deteriorated."
Yang Feng asked curiously: "Really? I heard that Mr. Zeno of the Zoldyck family is good at "Yuan" Gong.
"He can sense the situation within a radius of 300 meters. What about you? President."
Netero replied: "Me? More than 200 meters, after all, I'm not good at this kind of thing."
Yang Feng nodded slightly, Netero's main ability was still in combat.
If the two sides fight alone, Zeno will definitely not be able to defeat Netero.
However, in terms of age, Netero is more than 47 years older than Zeno.
He and Maha Zoldyck belong to the same generation, so it is normal that Zeno cannot beat Netero.
Moreover, it is because Netero is too old.
Otherwise, the three Zenos put together will probably be completely tortured by Netero.
In the entire Hunter
Yang Feng guessed that it was probably the monster still lingering in the Dark Continent.
That monster, named Dong. Freecss, is the ancestor of Jin and Gon.
According to the original data, Freecss is now at least more than 300 years old.
Of course, all of the above will be discussed later, so let’s get down to business now.
The next moment, Netero stopped using the "circle" and took back his telekinesis.
"Looks like I'm really old. Even using a circle makes me feel tired." Netero said.
As he said that, Netero looked at Yang Feng again: "The police in Youkesin City called me this morning and said that hundreds more people died in the city last night."
"Besides, this matter has nothing to do with your gang family."
"On this matter...can you tell me why you wanted to kill them?"
Yang Feng raised his eyebrows, not surprised that Netero could get wind of it so quickly.
After all, he didn't let Hua Shi Douluo go out for revenge without leaving a trace.
Anyway, now the mafia group has died at the same time because of the ten old men.
As a result, it became chaotic, so we just took this opportunity to expand our momentum.
Although Yang Feng doesn't care about power, the expansion of the Huashi family is also good for him.
At the very least, it will be more convenient for Yang Feng to do things in the future.
Because of this, Hua Shi Dou Lang even deliberately left a mark when he acted last night.
The family emblem that belongs exclusively to the Hua Shi family can be known by others just by looking up it.
Thinking of this, Yang Feng raised the corners of his mouth and showed a smile:
"President, you ask me why I killed those people? Are you sure you want to know?"?
"If I tell you, I killed them just because of personal grudges..."
"Private grudges..." Netero interrupted: "Forget it, I'm not interested in knowing your personal grudges with gangsters."
"In short, if your gang organization is in trouble, don't affect ordinary people."
"Don't worry, they will never hurt ordinary people." Yang Feng assured.
As for why Netero didn’t hold him accountable for indulging so many people under his command?
There is no need to ask this. After all, the people who died were all gang members.
Although mafia groups are the default organizational force in countries around the world.
But Netero doesn't care about the fight between gangsters and their life and death.
"By the way, President, actually you don't need to stay to find the Phantom Troupe."
Yang Feng suddenly said: "Because last night, they had already escaped by flying boat."
"Run away?" Netero asked curiously: "How do you know they ran away?"
"Well... to tell you the truth, I originally planned to sneak attack on those guys last night, but who would have thought that I wouldn't be able to find them when I got there."
Yang Feng said half truthfully: "Only the tape recorder was left at the scene. There was a message recorded in the tape recorder. The other party threatened to kill you sooner or later."
"Kill me?" Netero was stunned for a moment: "Why does that last sentence sound a bit weird? Could it be that you added it yourself?"
"Of course not." Yang Feng said righteously: "I respect the president so much..."
"Okay, I don't want to hear nonsense." Netero said: "Just tell me. Is Phantom Troupe 100% no longer in Youkesin?"
Yang Feng nodded: "100% absent, I guarantee it with my personality."
Hearing this, Netero touched his beard and looked thoughtful.
Yang Feng stared at Netero, hoping that the guy would go back soon.
There are two reasons why Yang Feng wants Netero to leave Youkesin City as soon as possible.
First, if Netero goes back, he can help him apply for the one-star Hunter promotion.
Second, Yang Feng can continue to play only if Netero returns.
As for what to play, that's not necessarily the case. In short, freedom and comfort are the most important.
It would be very uncomfortable to have an old monster next to you every day.
After a long time, Netero came back to his senses and said, "Well, since you are sure that Phantom Troupe is not here anymore."
"Then I'll leave in the afternoon. Remember to give me the Hunter license and recipes..."
"No problem, President, I have already prepared the things for you."
With that said, Yang Feng took out the Hunter license and 10 recipes directly from the storage space.
Netero took what Yang Feng handed over and gave Yang Feng a strange look.
"Why do I feel like you want me to leave quickly?"
Yang Feng's expression froze, then he smiled and said: "How could... President, how could you look at me like this?"
"I can't wait to stay by your side every day and listen to the teachings of your three-star Hunter."
Netero said directly: "In this case, you might as well follow me back to the Hunter Association headquarters, I happen to be short of a chef there.'
Yang Feng was immediately speechless, okay [this old man actually climbed up along the pole.
I'm just being polite, do you really think I want to listen to your teachings?
Thinking about it, Yang Feng laughed dryly: "Um, President, I appreciate your kindness."
"But, I still have a lot of things to do, and I will be your chef when I'm done."
"A lot of things? What things? Can you tell me something?" Netero asked again.
Yang Feng could only say: "That's it...just marry a wife and have a son."
"Then when my son grows up and gets a wife, I can cook for you."
Netero looked at Yang Feng with astonishment (O_O;)!
In his 110 years of life, this was the first time he heard someone express rejection in such a fresh and refined manner.
Find a wife and give birth to a son, then wait until the son reaches adulthood to marry a wife.
Wouldn't it take at least several decades?
Damn it, I don’t even know if I will still be alive in a few decades.
When he thought of this, Netero was speechless and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
In the end, Netero had to give up the idea of kidnapping Yang Feng to be a chef.
He sighed, glanced at Yang Feng, and turned around to leave the rooftop.
Yang Feng looked at Netero's leaving figure and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
"."Fortunately, this old man gave up in time, otherwise, if he said he would find me a wife, things would be very serious~~~"
As he said that, Yang Feng looked up again and looked at the scorching sun hanging high in the sky.
Put away the distracting thoughts in your mind and start the necessary daily mindfulness practice.
The next moment, the sunlight was absorbed bit by bit and integrated into Yang Feng's body.
Netero, who left the rooftop on the top floor, returned to the room and happened to meet Menchi and the others.
Menchi said: "President, should we go out and look for traces of Phantom Troupe?"
Netero: "No, it's said that all the Phantom Troupes have escaped. Buhara, go contact the flying ship and tell us to leave in the afternoon."
"Afternoon? President, we have only been here for less than half a day..." Menchi was puzzled.
"Well, if you are reluctant to leave, then stay."
Netero touched his beard and smiled: "Anyway, you have a good relationship with Yang Feng."
"Who said I have a good relationship with that brat? President, please don't say such nonsense."
Menchi said: "However, hearing you say that reminds me."
"I have to go back and send top-quality flour and monster eggs to that brat."
Buhaci wondered: "Menchi, why are you so active?"
"Nonsense, that kid said he wanted to make mooncakes with those two ingredients.
Menchi said angrily: "In order to taste the so-called mooncakes, of course I have to pay attention."
When Netero heard this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and looked Menchi up and down.
Then he said: "Is it an illusion? Why do I feel that you, Menchi, are very similar to Yang Feng?"
"I'm kidding, I'm so pretty, how could I look like that kind of brat?" Menchi said.
Netero said: "I don't mean appearance, but character. You all attach great importance to food.
"If you weren't five or six years older than Yang Feng, I really doubt that you two would get together."
Menchi immediately blushed, if Netero hadn't said these words.
I'm afraid Menchi got mad, so he picked up the kitchen knife and chopped it.
Taking a deep breath, Menchi smiled and said: "President, if you make such a joke again, I will chop Buhara into several pieces."
Buhara was confused: "Cut me? Why do you want to chop me? Menchi, what does it have to do with me?"
Netero was also curious, but Menchi snorted coldly and said matter-of-factly:
"There are only three of us here. The president can't chop you, so I can only chop you to vent my anger."
Hearing this, Buhara smiled bitterly and was extremely depressed. This was so unreasonable.
Netero touched his beard, wondering whether to continue talking.
After all, it seems quite fun to watch Buhara being chopped into pieces by Menchi using Nen.
Well, if only Buhara knew what Netero was thinking at this time.
This honest and honest fat man probably had to spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot. .