The Last Sentinel

Time passed by, and soon it was past eleven o'clock.

There was no unusual activity.

Upstairs, Guo Xiaoqiang was still playing games with great enthusiasm, and the fake person hadn't appeared yet.

Ye Feng hesitated for a moment. Was the fake man not coming?

"Ding-dong—"

The doorbell rang outside the villa. "Hello, delivery!"

Guo Xiaoqiang, upstairs, said, "They're here!"

Ye Feng watched Guo Xiaoqiang rush downstairs and couldn't help but say, "Isn't there food in the fridge? Would it kill you to microwave it?"

Guo Xiaoqiang rubbed his hands awkwardly, "That would require microwaving, which is much more convenient than takeout! Once I've spent all my remaining allowance, I'll just eat what's in the fridge!"

Ye Feng turned around and with a powerful kick, knocked Guo Xiaoqiang to the ground.

Guo Xiaoqiang said, "Brother, you said you wouldn't let me leave the villa, but you didn't say I couldn't order takeout. I didn't spend your money. You're being too domineering..."

Ye Feng's anger flared up instantly.

I'm here because of you, you bastard.

You're still being a terrible teammate!

This is intolerable!

Ye Feng grabbed a vase and smashed it at Guo Xiaoqiang, knocking the incompetent teammate unconscious.

"Takeout! Guo Xiaoqiang, come out and receive this!"

Is anyone there?

Ye Feng turned around and came to the front door. Through the peephole, he saw a food deliveryman outside.

Ye Feng asked, "Are you flying solo or with someone?"

The deliveryman said, "I'm delivering food. Could you please have Guo Xiaoqiang come out and sign for it?"

Ye Feng asked, "Did Guo Xiaoqiang order twins or triplets?"

The deliveryman said, "I don't understand what you're saying. Please let Guo Xiaoqiang come out!"

Ye Feng was too lazy to pretend anymore. He grabbed the baseball bat at his side and, the moment the iron gate opened, swung it at the other man's head.

Caught off guard, the deliveryman was knocked to the ground by Ye Feng's blow!

"A fake, huh!"

"Trying to look human, huh!"

"You've probably forgotten what I used to do!"

"I'm a seasoned delivery driver, I don't even know the slang for food delivery, and you're pretending to be one!"

"Solo delivery is using your own electric scooter to deliver food; joint delivery is using the delivery company's electric scooters! Twins deliver two orders per trip! Triplets deliver three orders per trip!"

"If you're going to pretend to be human, at least try to look convincing!"

The deliveryman was beaten so badly by Ye Feng that he was completely helpless and kept rolling on the ground.

Finally, with Ye Feng's full-force strike, the stick landed squarely on the top of his head. The deliveryman jerked his head up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Ye Feng, and uttered four words, "You stray dog! I'll be back!"

"Did you kill the sentry?"

Ye Feng instantly exploded, grabbing the fake man's neck with one hand and exerting force. The fake man's neck tilted to the side, and he became unresponsive.

In the chat group, the big shots in Group A kept exclaiming in surprise.

"I, I really am a fake! They can even call us by our nickname, 'Stray Dogs'!"

"This 'stray dog' was bestowed by the killer who murdered the sentry; it seems they've really set up shop here!"

"False humans can usually be resurrected, but it's hard to say how many times. Ye Feng, be careful from now on."

[The fake man] At the moment of death, his body also disappeared.

Ye Feng returned to the living room and looked at the night outside the window. The battle had only just begun.

A short while later, a voice came from outside the door, "Hello, delivery person!"

Ye Feng arrived at the entrance of the delivery booth and looked at the deliveryman, saying, "Going solo, huh, buddy?"

The deliveryman chuckled, "That's right, otherwise after paying the company's share, there's hardly anything left!"

Ye Feng asked, "How's business today?"

The delivery driver said, "There are too many fake orders, fewer group orders, and some people are even taking food with them. Sigh, business is really declining. Is Guo Xiaoqiang here? Could you please ask him to come out and collect the orders?"

Ye Feng said, "Xiao Qiang is doing his homework and he's encountered a problem!"

The deliveryman asked, "What's the problem?"

Ye Feng asked, "Physics question: Of the four units—work, power, kinetic energy, and impulse—which is a vector unit?"

The delivery driver blurted out, "It's definitely D, to boost sales!"

Ye Feng nodded. "That's right. Unfortunately, you made another mistake. Guo Xiaoqiang is a complete academic failure. My question was a high school physics question. How could a first-year student like him know high school physics?"

The deliveryman's eyes suddenly turned bloodshot as he stared intently at Ye Feng. "A stray dog... Ah!"

Ye Feng, too lazy to waste words, smashed a stick into his forehead, and the [fake man] exploded instantly.

Chat group A ended with a period.

"Hongmeng's First Deepest Affection: Young friend Ye Feng, you're not bad. With Guo Xiaoqiang's intelligence, he really couldn't answer a physics question for a second-year high school student."

The fifteenth-realm martial artist sent a facepalm emoji, looking ashamed.

"Wuji Demon Lord: The third wave is coming soon! The faster and more [False Humans] arrive, the less time they have left. If they can't finish, the [False Humans] will kick the bucket."

Sure enough, before Ye Feng could even take a sip of tea after returning to the living room, the doorbell rang again. "Guo Xiaoqiang, why the hell aren't you moving? Just focus on your game, aren't you just screwing your dad over?"

Ye Feng was taken aback. They'd changed tactics; were they not delivering takeout this time?

The door opened, and standing there was a blond-haired boy about the same age as Guo Xiaoqiang, who kept saying, "Where's Guo Xiaoqiang! Tell him to get out here! We were playing games together, why did he suddenly stop moving? It was my promotion match! I lost terribly this time!"

Ye Feng sized up the blond-haired youth. "First, answer one question: what was the landmark event that marked the beginning of the modern history of Great Xia?"

The blond-haired man rolled his eyes. "Uncle, how would I know that? My grades are terrible."

Ye Feng nodded, "Indeed! Then let me ask you another question, what brand of cigarettes does Guo Xiaoqiang usually smoke?"

Huang Mao said, "Of course it's Liqun! Alright, I need to go find Guo Xiaoqiang."

Ye Feng asked, "You didn't run any red lights, did you?"

"Nonsense," said the blond-haired man, "we have to run it. Wouldn't it be incredibly embarrassing for people like us not to?"

The blond-haired man stumbled and was struck hard from behind by Ye Feng's club!

The blond-haired man turned around, his eyes bloodshot. "Why! Why did you recognize me this time! Did I not pretend well?"

Ye Feng kicked and cursed, "Within a five-kilometer radius, it's all abandoned, unfinished buildings! You're telling me you ran a red light? You 'fake man,' die!"

The blond-haired man roared, "You stray dog! Why are you doing this? The sentries are already dead. No matter how much you struggle, they won't come back!"

Ye Feng stepped on the blond-haired man's chest and struck him on the head with a blow. With a thud, the blond-haired man [fake person] vanished.

This time, Ye Feng didn't go back to the living room to rest. Instead, he stood at the door with a baseball bat and waited. [Pseudo-human]

A short while later, bright lights appeared, and a person drove up on an electric scooter. "Ye Feng! Are you still going to work as a deliveryman?! You've been absent for two days, do you know that?!"

Ye Feng was taken aback when a portly middle-aged man appeared before him, speaking arrogantly, "You're a deliveryman who delivers ore for two days and then one day. Do you think this is your home? You can't just come and go as you please!"

Ye Feng paused for a moment, then asked, "Station manager, how many delivery drivers do you have at your station right now?"

The middle-aged stationmaster said, "Why are you asking this! You want to be my shift leader?! Huh—you!"

Ye Feng struck the station chief squarely on the head with his club, knocking him to the ground. The station chief stammered, "You, you're insane! How dare you hit me!"

"So what if I hit you? I'm hitting you today!"

"I'm your station manager!"

"Even if you're my father, it doesn't matter! Even if you weren't a [fake] today, I'd still beat you up!"

The middle-aged stationmaster hurriedly rode his bicycle away in a panic, thinking, "You little rascal, we'll see!"

As dawn broke, Ye Feng watched the stationmaster's retreating figure. It was clear that this stationmaster was a real person, not a [fake] person.

The fact that the website owner could find him was clearly because his mobile phone and website were linked; this was purely coincidental.

But to put it another way, if Ye Feng were given another chance, and the station chief reappeared in front of him, Ye Feng would still unhesitatingly swing his stick and give the station chief a loving interaction.