Feng En, who left the station, rented a carriage and took only a moment to drive from the train station in the north of the outer city to the north of the inner city. Compared with the city like Yingtianfucheng that retains the capital system, building a city can be said to be much smaller.

However, perhaps because of the small town life since childhood, Feng En felt the scene before him familiar and friendly after getting off the bus: the roads were smooth, the tall buildings were sparse, and the buildings and various facilities were not old, and pedestrians in the streets were also bustling.

"Looking at the place name, that place should be located in the north of the city."

Feng En looked at the envelope again and took it back into his arms.

After being trapped in bed and on the train for a few days, he felt that his joints were about to rust; although Zhu Jue said that the wound would take at least one month to fully recover, this did not mean that he could not exercise at all.

At least, it should be fine to walk along the way.

Besides, he was hungry and needed to find a place to have a meal first, so not long after, he saw a crowded store with a hot business, so he walked in.

The rice noodles are sold here: white vermicelli as thick as chopsticks are placed in beef stock, spread a few slices of beef, chopped kimchi, then scoop a spoon of butter and cover the noodles with a thin layer, and finally sprinkle some coriander to finish.

When it was served, the aroma of the scent was already penetrated into the mouth and nose, reaching the taste buds. Feng En couldn't wait to start eating, and in the end he didn't even give a drop of soup.

"Boss, check out."

Feng En said as he took out the copper coins and suddenly thought of something:

"By the way, boss, do you know where the 'Bailing Chamber of Commerce' is? I heard it's nearby."

"Ah, you can ask those guests, they are from that chamber of commerce."

The boss who received the money reached out and saw three people sitting around the wooden table there, all wearing dark blue cotton gowns, the fabric was crisp and the tones were positive. You can tell at a glance that it was expensive.

So Feng En walked forward:

"Sorry, I'm disturbing the three of you. Are you from Bailing Chamber of Commerce?"

They all put down their chopsticks and looked at them together. After looking at Feng En for a moment, one of the older men finally answered:

"Yes, what's the point of doing this little brother?"

"Ah, my father asked me to meet someone from a chamber of commerce."

Feng En said, pulled out the letter from his arms and looked at the address and recipient:

"This letter was written by my father, and I hope it can be handed over to the chamber of commerce... Mr. 'Wang Che'."

After saying this name, Feng En noticed that their expressions suddenly changed - they were surprised, and then suspicious, and soon got together.

"Can you send me a letter?"

After the other party said this, Feng En did not hesitate to hand the letter to him; he saw that he looked at the handwriting on the envelope for a long time and asked again:

"What's your name, this young man?"

"My name is..."

When the words came to my mouth, Feng En, who suddenly thought of the Holy Spirit Cult, was chasing him, hurriedly changed his words:

"Wang Yiming."

The name he made up now did not arouse the other party's suspicion. The three of them stood up slowly and bowed to him:

"Then let's take you to the Chamber of Commerce now, Young Master Wang."

So Feng En and they walked across the street and finally stopped under a tall building. Looking around, it was undoubtedly the tallest building nearby, with four big words "Qianzhou Bailing" embossed on the exterior wall.

"Please wait a moment in the lobby on the first floor, Young Master Wang." The man said while taking Feng En into the door, "We need to let the vice president know, it will take some time."

"Vice President? Is that Mr. Wang?"

"Yes." The man nodded, "I'd like to ask you to hand over that letter to me, and I'll pass it on my behalf."

"Ah, OK." Feng En nodded, and at the same time took out Wang Cheng's jade plaque, "Please give this to him too."

The other party agreed and left quickly; Feng En, who was sitting in a corner of the hall, began to observe the surroundings:

There were not many people coming and going here, and they were all wearing formal clothes, with neat faces and rushing steps. When I heard it again, many conversations that lowered their voices were the same theme - money.

It's worthy of being a chamber of commerce...

"Young Master Wang?"

"ah."

Feng En came to his senses after hearing this and immediately stood up and saw the older man from the three of them walking towards him alone.

"The vice president said he would take you upstairs, please come with me."

So he followed the man into a car. The door of the car closed, and the surrounding light lit up, and then it rose rapidly, and he gradually showed a curious look.

Feng En had seen this kind of spiritual weapon that was used to facilitate the ups and downs in high-rise buildings before in Yingtian’s inn. Feng En was not surprised that he would use this thing here - he was interested in the people he would meet next.

The door of the room was already open, and there was a long corridor in front of me, and busy pages of paper flipping and talking from the rooms arranged on both sides.

Taking Feng En all the way to the door at the end of the corridor, the man stopped and reached out to press the door handle:

"Please come in."

When you walk into the door, you will find a wide office with floor-to-ceiling glass windows on the front and wooden bookshelves on both sides are filled with various files.

Feng En's eyes swept through these and finally moved to the window-

A square table, one person behind the table.

"I've read it, you're Feng En."

“…ah, yes.”

Feng En replied, looking at the man who spoke to him: he looked at his forties, with thin cheeks with clear edges, firm eyes and serious expressions.

"I am Wang Che, Wang Cheng's younger brother." He said lightly, "Seeing that you are so surprised, I guess my brother has never mentioned me."

"Um……"

"Why use a pseudonym?"

Feng En thought for a while after hearing this question, before answering:

"Because someone is trying to arrest me in my name."

"I understand, the letter writes about the Holy Spirit."

It turned out that dad expected that the Holy Spirit Church sent someone to...

Feng En thought, but saw Wang Che look at him and continue to speak:

"Compared to other places, the Holy Spirit Cult is not very powerful in Zhucheng - if you don't say anything else, at least it's not as good as me. So don't worry about your own safety, Feng En. But just in case, you should really hide your identity."

Speaking of this, he took out a light blue stone plaque from under the table.

"This is a pass from the Chamber of Commerce, and it can be used as a jade token for the testimony. Use this before you get the new household registration. The name is used by you just picked it, 'Wang Yiming'."

"Yeah, OK."

Feng En nodded, stepped forward and picked up the stone tablet, but saw Wang Che getting up and walking over to pull out the chair:

"Come on, sit here, and see if you don't hesitate at all when you enter the door, but now you are restrained. I still want to talk to you."

“…What are you talking about?”

Feng En, who sat down, only saw Wang Che sighed:

"My elder brother has been away from home for seventeen years. Including the letter you brought in, you have only been here three times. This time you are the only one who comes, is he—?"

Seeing his solemn expression, Feng En suddenly realized something and nodded slowly.

"That's it... he also expected it in the letter."

Wang Che took out a cigarette from the cigarette box on the table, lit it, and took a hard breath.

"call……"

After a long time, he slowly exhaled smoke and looked at Feng En:

"What are you going to do?"

"I……"

"Try to seek revenge on the Holy Spirit Church?"

When Wang Che was stared at, Feng En simply did not hide it and nodded directly:

"Yes, I'm going to find--"

“Needless to say.”

Wang Che interrupted him, lit another cigarette and took a sip.

"At least now, I will not let you die. My brother wants me to support you in school and live a stable life; I cannot let him down, nor can I let you down."

Speaking of this, he handed the letter to Feng En.

In silence, Feng En took the letter and read:

As Wang Che said, Wang Cheng knew that the Holy Spirit Church came to him again because of that piece of jade, and that he knew that there would be a lot of danger. That night he wrote this letter and prepared to entrust Feng En to Wang Che.

"I have been away from home for seventeen years and have never been home to see it once. I really don't have any right to make any requests. But Feng En is my precious son, and now he can only entrust him to you. Brother... teach him well and don't let him wander around like me in the future."

From beginning to end, until after reading the last paragraph of the letter, Feng En felt something stuck in his throat, making him unable to speak.
To be continued...