Mo Fan exited the free world and sat up from the lounge chair in the studio.
Today, he still couldn't find the feeling of breaking through the meridians.
He looked at his hands and whispered, "What's the difference?"
Five days have passed since he killed Leng Tie.
In the past five days, the Three-Eyed Gang has been extremely peaceful. Not to mention the trouble caused by him, even the Big Bird Bar, which he has implicated, has been calm all the time.
This shocked Yefeng Town and even the entire West City, and the forces who were paying attention to this matter overtly and covertly.
On the first day, it can be said that the Three Eyes Gang did not respond. On the second day, it can be said that the Three Eyes Gang is in constant trouble and cannot escape temporarily. On the third day, it can be said that the Three Eyes Gang is arranging manpower and will send people to kill Mo Fan immediately.
But it's already the fifth day, and there's still no movement from the Three-Eyed Gang, which doesn't make sense.
Even Brother Qingli, the mortal enemy of the Three Eyes Gang, began to wonder if the headquarters of the Three Eyes Gang had recently disconnected from the Internet and did not receive Mo Fan’s remarks that night.
So Easy Brother thoughtfully asked Ninth Media to publicly thank Mo Fan, and publish the news that Mo Fan killed Leng Tie that night, and it became a hot search.
As a result, everyone felt that it was time for the Three-Eyed Gang to take action.
What Mo Fan did could no longer be described as provocative. Was he slapping the Three Eyes Gang in the face naked, or was he slapping the left cheek and slapping the right cheek.
After being slapped in the face, it still wasn't enough, so he even recorded the whole process and played it on a loop on the TV station.
It's impossible for a small group of seven or eight people on the roadside to tolerate such a commotion, let alone a big and respectable gang.
But the Three Eyes Gang just endured it.
The silence of the Three-Eyed Gang revealed the fact that there was nothing they could do about Mo Fan.
At least there's nothing you can do about it now.
For a time, two major problems plagued gangs throughout the city of West.
Who is Mo Fan?
And, how could the Three Eyes Gang endure it?
While various gangs were investigating Mo Fan's background, he was at the center of the storm, but he was living a life of two things and one line of work every day as if nothing had happened.
Wake up in the morning, set off from Ruyi Office, come to Lanmeng Network to enter the free world to practice, and return to Ruyi Office after dark.
Five days of practice allowed him to forge all the bones in his body into iron bones, and he was only a hair away from the last of the three acquired realms, Tongmai.
But this line bothered him for three whole days.
The so-called Tongmai means using spiritual power to open up the meridians in the body.
With bones as the framework, flesh and blood as the base, and meridians as the network, the three are integrated into one, so that the spiritual energy can spread from the inside out without any obstruction, reaching the state where the spiritual energy breaks through the body and comes out.
Once your cultivation level reaches the level of open meridians, you can unleash your energy and use the palm wind fist that is only found in martial arts novels.
After practicing to the late stage of channel opening, spiritual power can penetrate dead objects and adjust their forms freely.
For example, when using a sword, you can wield sword energy.
The spiritual energy is sharp and indestructible, and its lethality is comparable to ordinary energy weapons.
Three days ago, he had already forged his bones to perfection, trying to penetrate his meridians and release his spiritual power.
But in the past three days, no matter how hard he tried, he just lacked the sense to let the spiritual power break through the body.
However, cultivation is essentially a matter of time and effort, so there is no need to rush or rush.
Seeing that he could not break through, he had been laying a solid foundation for the past three days and continued to polish his already accomplished body strengthening and bone forging realms.
Just as he was reviewing where today's breakthrough failed, Sharon, wearing an apron, walked into the studio and called him out for dinner.
Sharon made two more dishes for dinner today.
She told her that it was a new dish she had at the police station at noon. She thought it tasted good, so she tried to recreate it herself.
Speaking of Sharon’s work, Mo Fan couldn’t help but ask:
"I have a question. I don't know if it's my misunderstanding. Except for the first two days, you told me about repairing the police station network. In the next few days, all you talked about seemed to be about what you ate at the police station. A new takeout, a nice drink, or how much money you won playing cards.”
"Are you really going to work?"
Sharon picked up a chopstick of salad, put it in her mouth, and admitted:
"You're right. In fact, it took me half an hour to complete the police station's network. I've just been eating and drinking these days."
"I repair the network system and I charge on a daily basis. If I don't spend ten days and a half, how can I make money?"
Mo Fan asked in confusion: "The people in the police station don't care about you?"
"Why should we care? The money comes from federal funds. The logistics director and I split the money 30/70, and he gets the big share. He wishes I could hang out for a few more days."
"Don't you think it's a bit short?" In this kind of ratio, Mo Fan has always been the one who gets seven.
Sharon: "It's quite a lot. Most of the 70% he takes will be distributed to the chief and deputy directors, and a small part will be distributed to his subordinates. What he actually gets is less than half of what I took."
"No, today he came to me and asked me if the police station's system breaks down once every month and a half, if I can give him an extra half."
Mo Fan shook his head and secretly thought that this logistics director is really a business genius, and the police department has picked up a ghost.
After eating, An Xin returned to Ruyi Office. For the rare occasion, An Xin did not lie on the sofa and watch TV, but sat in front of the computer in the office.
Mo Fan held on to the doorframe and knocked on the open office door, "Miss An Xin, it's already half past nine. It's time for you to transform."
An Xin looked up at him and said, "Do you still remember the commission I told you a while ago?"
Mo Fan raised his eyebrows, "What about the driver?"
"right."
"today?"
"Now."
"Give me two minutes."
Mo Fan quickly ran back to his room, then ran down dragging two suitcases.
An Xin looked at him puzzled, "We are going to the Sanyan Gang's stronghold, not traveling. Why are you carrying so much luggage?"
Mo Fan was as excited as a child who just got a new toy and said:
"The ones inside are the big ones I got a while ago. I never had a chance to test their power. Today I had to shoot two rounds on the Three Eyes Gang's territory."
An Xin asked: "What big guy?"
"RPG-80."
An Xin: "We are just going to visit the Three Eyes Gang's stronghold. We are not going to bomb West City Hall. We won't use this. You should treat this operation as a trip."
Five minutes later, An Xin's red off-road vehicle set off from Ruyi Office and drove towards the outside of Yefeng Town.
Mo Fan sat in the driving seat as the driver of this operation.
They soon left Yefeng Town, traveling on the dirt roads in the wasteland, heading towards the Barn Town next door.
Mo Fan's driving skills were fully demonstrated at this moment. No matter how bad the road was, he could drive the car smoothly and quickly, as if they were driving on a newly built urban highway.
The proof is that An Xin, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was holding his chin and admiring the scenery outside the venue.
This posture is definitely a dangerous move on a dirt road near the wilderness.
You can only try it if your driver is Mo Fan, or if you have an iron chin. Good kids cannot be imitated.
Seeing that the navigation system was getting closer and closer to Granary Town, Mo Fan asked: "How do you know that the Three Eyes Gang will transport things to that stronghold?"
An Xin said: "After you kill the Blood Bone Gang and steal their transportation supply orders, the Three Eyes Gang will definitely interrupt the transportation route in Yefeng Town and open up a new road."
"The route can be changed, but the delivery date and quantity are difficult to change."
"After deciphering the codes on their shipping bills, I found several batches of goods that were originally scheduled to be transported to the Blood and Bone Gang, and recorded their delivery time and fleet size."
"Then based on the size of the fleet and the conditions met by the Yefeng Town route, fifteen possible routes were initially screened out around West City."
"Set the delivery date on the supply order, and monitor these fifteen routes at the same time to see if there are any smuggling convoys that meet the conditions."
“The Three Eyes Gang’s awareness of prevention is very poor, and they can’t even create the simplest suspicions. There is one route where qualified smuggling convoys passed by on designated transportation dates three times in a row, which made it easy for me to find it. Their new route saved me a lot of time.”
Mo Fan shook his head. An Xin said it lightly, but in actual practice, it was definitely extremely complicated.
Let’s not talk about deciphering the codes on the supply list. Simply selecting the fifteen routes that meet the conditions is not an easy task.
It can only be said that if An Xin is offended, the Three Eyes Gang will be unlucky.
Thinking of this, Mo Fan couldn't help but ask:
"Miss An Xin, there is a question that has troubled me for a long time. How did the Three Eyes Gang get into trouble with you? Why are they afraid of you and dare not do anything to you?"
