[You have discovered an intruder]
Roadside.
Zhang Feng searched for the handgun that seed to have been knocked out and glanced at the text prompt.
This prompt appeared when Zhang Feng recognized the intruder in the restaurant.
’The gun is there.’
At this mont.
Zhang Feng searched for a while and bent down by the roadside to pick up the Type 54 handgun.
In his vision, there was also a text reminder, although it was all garbled.
[He?...]
[?`]]
[Decoding in progress]
With a glance.
Zhang Feng only understood the last line.
Afterwards.
Zhang Feng wanted to disassemble it to see how many bullets were left inside, but found it couldn’t be taken apart.
This gun seed to be in one piece.
But fortunately, the safety could be engaged.
Otherwise, Zhang Feng really wouldn’t dare to carry this strange handgun.
Click—
He engaged the safety and tucked it into his back waistband.
Now it was his.
Surveying the area again.
Reflecting off the car lights, Zhang Feng picked up a broken lighter.
It didn’t seem to belong to those intruders but looked like sothing a passerby casually discarded.
’Nothing else was knocked out.’
After one last check, Zhang Feng walked back to the car, bent down slightly and inspected the front of the truck.
So paint had chipped off, and there were so dents.
Zhang Feng touched the injured spot on his old companion, causing a bit more paint to fall off.
’You’ve suffered.’
Zhang Feng exhaled lightly.
In his mory, he worked on the car during the day, occasionally driving long distances at night and sleeping in the vehicle.
Years of companionship made Zhang Feng feel a twinge of heartache.
Although these mories can be blocked, Zhang Feng had never experienced it.
’People and objects, after spending a long ti together, develop emotions.
This object is also my ans of survival.’
Zhang Feng thought of the few thousand yuan at ho, deciding to take so tomorrow to paint and repair the truck.
Although this won’t help with combat skills, Zhang Feng just wanted to.
If the thought arises, do it.
Zhang Feng, well-read in so Daoist texts, knew this was called ’unity of knowledge and action.’
It ans inner understanding should translate into action, so one can achieve ’acting according to the heart, all thods beco natural,’ free from ntal distractions.
Address distractions instead of blocking them.
This was also what Zhang Feng realized after the seat guest incident; cultivating without cultivating the mind would have dire consequences.
With such complex self-mories and various life experiences, it would inevitably lead to ideological fragntation, potentially causing major problems.
Zhang Feng understood this clearly, which is why he focused on mind cultivation over the past few years.
Even during the ’Master, Baby World’ for thirty years, he started reading Buddhist and Daoist mind cultivation texts.
This foundational knowledge, paired with Visualization overclocking in the undercover world, allowed for rapid realization.
However, in recent years.
Zhang Feng paid more attention to these aspects.
Especially the visit to the seat guest world.
It sounded an absolute alarm.
’Preemptive asures must be taken for everything.’
Zhang Feng thought as he returned to the car.
...
Midnight.
Back at the slaughterhouse.
Zhang Feng’s ho was in a small dormitory behind.
The dormitory was made of simple structures, with so brick houses.
After all, it’s a factory area in the suburbs, so structures pop up randomly these days.
However it’s convenient, it’s done.
"Old Zhang is back?"
The old man at the factory gate ca out of his little room when he saw Zhang Feng return and clinked the chains to open the old iron gate.
"Thanks." Zhang Feng drove forward, not heading to the dormitory but to the front.
At the factory entrance.
Zhang Feng t the strong fellow who just ca out and asked him, "Xiaomao, is the midnight al ready?"
"It’s ready, Uncle Zhang," the strong fellow pointed toward the kitchen. "I just finished eating and was about to go to sleep."
He said this and curiously asked, "Uncle Zhang, why are you eating at midnight? I rember you don’t like eating much at night; you said you have stomach problems.
If you eat too much and sleep, you’ll wake up with pain the next day."
"Pain is pain," Zhang Feng knew about his chronic stomach issues, but it wasn’t a big deal, "Sleeping hungry is more uncomfortable."
"What Uncle Zhang said is quite right," the fellow scratched his head, "Uncle, then I’ll head back first. You should sleep early after eating."
"Alright, you rest," Zhang Feng nodded and walked toward the kitchen.
In the past few hours, Zhang Feng also took the ti to open a few ridians.
His physical consumption increased, so he had to eat more.
In terms of the at processing factory, there was nothing in short supply, only an abundance of food and at.
There’s even a midnight snack for those working overti.
Of course, even without overti, one could eat.
Boss Li is straightforward with his people, feeding the workers to beco plump and strong, with substantial strength in their hands.
Zhang Feng and a few others were the only ones noticeably thinner.
Making Boss Li seem like a heartless profiteer.
...
Coo coo coo~
At dawn, the chickens in the factory crowed.
In the simple single-person dormitory.
Zhang Feng shook his head and got out of bed, feeling the cold dormitory in the desolate outskirts was truly chilling.
Then, his stomach felt a bit uneasy.
Splash—
He grabbed so digestive tablets from the desk.
Zhang Feng chewed two dry and quickly put on his clothes.
Upon leaving the room.
In the spacious little courtyard, people brushed their teeth, washed their faces, and more.
The air was filled with the mix of livestock droppings, blood, toothpaste, and shampoo, with a distant spread of food aroma, which peculiarly refreshed the mind.
Ha—
Zhang Feng finished freshening up, put his things back in the room, and leaned against the doorway in a daze.
This was, first, to open his ridians, and second, he had never experienced life in a factory of this era.
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