High-level martial arts: Invincibility starts with basic archery.

Chapter 118 I'll Ask You One Last Time (Please Subscribe)

The atmosphere was eerily quiet.

The same thought arose in everyone's mind: Could it be that something happened to Tiangong and the others?

No, it won't happen.

Chen Guodong quickly denied the idea, unaware that his face was as pale as paper.

"Xiao Fan," he swallowed hard, his voice trembling, and asked, "Did you miss something? Look again carefully?"

"Yeah, Tiangong and the others, haven't they always gone hunting with Zhao San's gang in the past? I suppose this time will be no exception, right?" Liu Yong licked his lips.

"We saw them here last time."

"Yes, it must be inside."

The others chimed in.

"Gao Yang, have you seen those people?"

"No, no?"

Gao Yang said anxiously, "I've searched back and forth several times, but Tian Gong and the others seem to really not be inside, really not inside."

"!"

At that moment, everyone's hearts sank to the bottom.

Since Gao Yang has said that, then it's highly likely that Wei Tiangong and the others are not actually in the team in front of us.

In that case, there are only two possibilities.

One possibility is that Wei Tiangong and his group did not come out with the hunting team and stayed in Zhao Family Fort.

The second possibility is that they've been in an accident, ranging from minor injuries to more serious consequences...

Liu Yong and the others dared not continue to speculate, but their intuition told them that the second possibility was perhaps the most likely.

When they met in Songjiabao last time, they could tell that Tiangong and his group were definitely being ostracized in Songjiabao, otherwise those people wouldn't have been so sarcastic.

Considering the consistent style of the three Zhao brothers...

Chen Guodong's body trembled as he looked at Chen Fan, asking with a last glimmer of hope, "Xiao Fan, are your Uncle Wei and the others really not in the group?"

Chen Fan slowly shook his head, his face cold.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

"Guodong, could it be that we're overthinking things?" Gu Jianghai said with a hint of pity. "Perhaps Wei Tiangong and the others aren't in any danger, but just came out with Zhao San and the others again for some reason?"

"Yes, Wei Tiangong and the others are martial artists. Even if Zhao San really wanted to be rude to them, he would have to consider how the other martial artists would feel, right?"

"I agree. It's mainly because Zhao San and his group are hostile towards Tian Gong and his group; it was completely unnecessary."

The remaining people tried their best to persuade them, but to little avail.

Chen Guodong, Liu Yong, Gao Yang, and the others had extremely ugly expressions on their faces. They had initially been somewhat happy that Zhao Laosan's gang hadn't caught up, thus avoiding a bloody conflict.

As a result, something potentially worse happened.

"I'll go ask."

A voice rang out.

Instantly, everyone's eyes turned to him.

Instead of making wild guesses here, we should ask them directly.

Chen Fan put down the binoculars and said.

Chen Guodong and the others were all taken aback.

Should we go ask?

Why would Zhao San and his gang be so cooperative and honestly reveal the whereabouts of Wei Tiangong and the others?

Without even thinking about it, it's definitely impossible.

But just as Chen Fan said, there's no point in making wild guesses here if we don't go and ask those people for clarification.

"Xiao Fan, how about we come with you?"

Liu Yong brandished the rifle in his hand.

The other men with two guns echoed this sentiment.

Normally, they would have to go around Zhao San and his gang if they encountered them, but now that their former comrade's fate was unknown and they had guns in their hands, if they were to swallow their anger, they might as well just find a block of tofu and smash their heads against it.

Wang Ping and the others were also extremely nervous, their palms sweating as they gripped their guns.

The kindness that Uncle Wei and the others have shown to the village is obvious to all. Now that something may have happened to them, what should we do?

Should we stand idly by or rise to the challenge?

Choosing the former would leave me with a guilty conscience, while choosing the latter could put my life at risk.

"No need," Chen Fan shook his head. "I'm just going to find out what's going on. I'll probably be back soon. Dad, you should take the game back to the village first."

After he finished speaking, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

They're not fools; the last incident is still fresh in their minds. How could this time be as easy as Chen Fan makes it out to be?

Liu Yong wanted to say something more, but Chen Guodong waved his hand.

"Okay, Xiao Fan, be careful."

He looked at Chen Fan and gave him some instructions.

The latter's strength is obvious to all. These people want to go with him, which is indeed out of good intentions, but they are likely to do bad things and become a burden to Chen Fan.

Since Chen Fan said that, it means he must have made preparations.

All these people need to do is successfully bring the prey back to the village.

"Yes, I'll be careful."

Chen Fan nodded, his gaze sweeping over everyone. "Everyone, go back now, and be careful on the way."

After saying that, he turned around and strode towards the direction where Zhao San and his group were.

I hope Uncle Wei and the others are still safe and sound. Otherwise, anyone involved in this matter will be killed without exception!

"Let's go back too."

Chen Guodong turned around and sighed as he spoke.

"Tiangong and the others should be fine."

"Yes, they're good people, so how could anything happen to them?"

"If only they had stayed a day or two longer."

Someone said something, and the entire group fell silent again.

Yes, it would be so nice if they could stay for a day or two and then leave.

It's a pity no.

Chen Fan was very fast; it looked like he was walking, but his speed was no different from that of an ordinary person running.

So a few minutes later, he saw the group of people.

Of course, some people saw him too.

"What's going on?"

Cao Shiguang stopped in his tracks.

"What's wrong?"

Even Zhao San stopped and looked over.

"There's a young boy with a bow walking towards us. It seems like he's coming for us."

"What?"

Everyone seemed to have heard a fairy tale.

What surprised them even more was yet to come.

Cao Shiguang continued, "That kid seems to be from Chen Guodong's side. I saw him before."

Zhao San couldn't resist any longer and picked up his binoculars to look.

In the shot, a robust young man strides in, his gaze cold as he stares at them, as if he already knows they are watching him.

In fact, by this point, a telescope was no longer needed.

Because others also saw Chen Fan.

"Is someone really walking this way?"

"What's going on? What's this guy trying to do?"

"Does he think he can take on all of us by himself? Didn't Brother Cao say this guy is from Chen Family Village?"

"Are you looking for death?"

The twenty or thirty men spoke as they gripped their weapons tightly.

This was just a subconscious action on their part, not because they were actually that nervous.

"Right, Third Brother?"

Cao Shiguang saw Chen Fan's face clearly and turned to ask.

"snort."

Zhao San sneered, "Looks like they really are heading this way. This kid's got some nerve."

"What does he want to do?"

Someone asked a question.

As the distance between the two sides drew closer, most people breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that the newcomer was just a young boy, and began chatting and laughing.

A few people frowned when they saw the nearly two-meter-long bow in Chen Fan's hand.

Someone muttered:

"Have you noticed that this bow looks a lot like the 500-pound bow hanging in the Song Family Fortress weapons shop?"

He shouldn't have mentioned it, because once he did, many people immediately remembered it.

"That's true!"

"That's exactly what I was thinking of saying."

"What does that kid want with that bow?"

Everyone was puzzled.

Zhao San was also a bit confused. If you told him that the person walking towards him could draw a 500-pound bow, he would never believe it even if you beat him to death.

"Third Brother, I understand!"

The man with the crooked mouth said excitedly, "Those people from Chen Family Village know we saw they had mounts and are worried we'll cause them trouble, so they specially sent a young lad to deliver this bow to curry favor with Third Brother!"

"hiss……"

A collective gasp of astonishment filled the air.

This argument actually makes some sense.

A bow with a draw weight of 500 jin (approximately 250 kg) is worth over two thousand yuan, which is equivalent to the value of a wild adult wildebeest.

If it were an adult who delivered it, they would really have to be careful. Chen Guodong probably took that into consideration, which is why he sent a young man instead.

Last time, didn't they ask Third Brother how to let Wei Tiangong and the others leave?

This time, sending this bow over was probably partly to curry favor, and partly for that purpose.

Upon hearing this, Zhao San's guard slowly dissipated, and a smile appeared on his face.

That's right, he felt that was the most likely possibility.

But does Chen Guodong think he can buy me off with a bow? Dream on!

"rustle……"

Chen Fan walked up to Zhao San and the others, with only twenty meters between them.

There was only one person on one side, but on the other side there were more than twenty, nearly thirty people.

"Hey kid, you're from Chen Family Village, right?" The man with the crooked mouth was the first to jump out, mocking, "Did Chen Guodong send you?"

"He's quite sensible; he knew to have something delivered."

"Isn't it a bit disrespectful to send so little?"

"It would be better to send over all your mounts and guns."

The group spoke up eagerly.

Zhao San, on the other hand, looked completely unconcerned, looking down on everyone.

In his view, it was beneath him to speak to a mere youth, given his status; even Chen Guodong wouldn't be qualified.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Chen Fan's voice turned cold as he looked at Zhao San, "You're Zhao San, right? I'm asking you, where are Uncle Wei and the others? What did you do to them?"

The atmosphere instantly fell silent.

The group from Zhao Family Fort were dumbfounded, unable to believe their ears.

They didn't remember what Chen Fan said, only that this young punk from Chen Family Village had spoken with unbelievable arrogance. How dare he speak to Third Brother like that?

Zhao San was also stunned for a moment, then a raging fire rose in his heart, and he stared intently at Chen Fan, saying, "Who the hell does he think he is? How dare he talk to me like that? Huh?"

"I'll ask you one last time." A sharp glint flashed in Chen Fan's eyes as he said, enunciating each word clearly, "Where are Uncle Wei and the others? Why didn't they come out hunting with you?"

(End of this chapter)