Amid the piercing whine of engines, an airplane slowly landed at Fairbanks International Airport.
The distance from New York to Fairbanks was so great that Chu Feng, who had taken off that morning, didn't land until the early hours of the following day.
"The federal governnt is really stingy—they won't even reimburse the airfare!" Chu Feng grumbled as he stepped off the plane, looking up at the dark sky where snowflakes still gently fell.
His keen Spiritual Perception detected the Bizarre atmosphere perating the surroundings, and Chu Feng frowned slightly.
Has it really reached this point?
Not many passengers disembarked, mostly tourists who knew little about the situation in Fairbanks.
It had to be said, those daring enough to travel during such a resurgence of the Bizarre truly had nerves of steel.
Chu Feng had just politely declined a few won from other countries who had boldly asked for his contact information.
He then kindly advised them to leave Fairbanks as soon as possible. To his surprise, they not only ignored his good intentions but also mistook him for a scamr.
Watching the crowd disperse, Chu Feng sighed. These people were truly fearless in their ignorance; his well-ant warnings had only earned him rolled eyes.
Why am I instinctively playing the good guy again? Thinking about his recent actions, Chu Feng shook his head with a self-deprecating chuckle.
Forget it. Everyone has their own destiny; why ddle so much?
In Fairbanks at night, the temperature had plumted to nearly minus thirty degrees Celsius. Even a slight breeze on an ordinary person's face felt like a knife's cut.
But Chu Feng, wearing only a light windbreaker, felt rely a faint chill.
Clearly, his remarkably high Attribute Values, displayed on his panel, allowed him to ignore such ordinary severe cold.
Most tourists had already walked off. Chu Feng spared a second of silent sympathy for them before scanning his surroundings, his brow furrowed.
Where's the person who was supposed to pick up?
Just as Chu Feng was about to take out his phone to contact them, several blinding beams from car headlights pierced the darkness in the distance.
"Mr. Chu Feng, I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting!"
Three black sedans pulled to a slow stop beside Chu Feng. A blonde woman with round-rimd glasses and a hint of naivety in her eyes hurried out of one car, her high-heeled leather boots CLACKING as she approached him.
Looking at the apologetic blonde woman, Chu Feng frowned slightly but said nothing. After all, she looked like a newly hired intern.
He saw no need to vent his frustration on an ordinary person who was likely clueless about the situation.
Although she was attractive, her apparent intern status made the federal governnt's perfunctory attitude towards him clear to Chu Feng.
These politicians change their tune so quickly!
As Chu Feng walked towards the car with an indifferent expression, not saying a word, two n shouldering caras suddenly erged from the other two vehicles.
Seeing the two rush up to him and shalessly film him up close, their eyes glinting with mockery, a flash of anger crossed Chu Feng's otherwise detached expression.
Courting death!
A surge of Telekinesis wrapped around the caras on their shoulders and pressed down heavily.
The sudden weight gave the unprepared n no chance to react.
CRACK! CRACK! Two sharp sounds echoed as the two specially equipped, professional HD caras plumted to the hard ground.
Empowered by Telekinesis, the expensive professional caras disintegrated the mont they hit the ground. Flying debris scattered, so pieces even PINGING loudly as they struck a nearby car.
Simultaneously, two faint streams of Spiritual Power shot from Chu Feng's hands, directly entering the photographers' bodies.
Although these streams of Spiritual Power couldn't inflict direct physical harm, they could subtly alter the n's auras.
At least, they would now appear slightly more appealing in the eyes of the Bizarre.
The Spiritual Power would only last for one day—twenty-four hours. If the two n didn't die within that ti, they could consider themselves lucky.
Having done all this, Chu Feng didn't pause in his stride at all.
He rely glanced at the cara fragnts, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes, before walking past the two stunned photographers.
He opened the car door and settled into the back seat. The blonde woman, following closely, quickly shut his door before hurrying to the other side of the car and getting in.
The sound of the car door closing finally jolted the stunned photographers back to their senses. They exchanged a look, then both turned their furious gazes towards the vehicle Chu Feng was in.
Although they knew Chu Feng was responsible for the caras shattering, they had no evidence.
That guy's about to fall from his pedestal! Just you wait!
Now without caras and unable to complete their assignnt, the quicker-witted photographer imdiately pulled out his phone to call his superior.
Chu Feng, already in the car, had no interest in dealing with those two reckless individuals outside. At his signal, the car drove straight out of the airport.
In the car, Chu Feng sensed through his Spiritual Perception that they were being spied on. He raised a hand, silencing the blonde woman beside him, whose lips had just parted to speak, signaling her to remain quiet.
Guided by his Spiritual Perception, Chu Feng's Telekinesis slowly probed in the direction the feeling of surveillance originated from.
A second later, a working pinhole cara appeared in his mind's eye.
"Peeping is not a good habit!" Chu Feng said suddenly.
His seemingly random remark left the blonde woman puzzled.
A mont later, a sharp CRACKLE sounded, and the pinhole cara, now shattered into more than a dozen pieces, fell from the car's headliner directly above the blonde woman.
"What's this?"
The young blonde woman stared at the fragnts on her lap, confused, unable to identify them.
"Just a pinhole cara. Haven't you seen one before?"
At Chu Feng's reminder, she vaguely recognized it as a pinhole cara from the lens on one of the fragnts.
"Mr. Chu Feng, this... I really had no idea..."
Waving a hand, Chu Feng coldly cut off her anxious explanation.
"Stop. I know it has nothing to do with you. Right now, just get to the hotel as quickly as possible, okay?"
The blonde woman, assigned to pick him up on her first day, clearly lacked experience handling such situations.
Hearing the anger in Chu Feng's tone, she could only manage a timid, "Okay, Mr. Chu Feng," her face apprehensive.
For the remainder of the journey, the blonde woman was on edge, terrified that the powerful Exorcist beside her would direct his anger at her.
When the car finally stopped in front of the hotel, she spotted her boss waiting at the entrance and finally breathed a small sigh of relief. She gently patted her chest in relief and thought to herself,
It's finally over!
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