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Chapter 163: Chapter 0163: Immortal Bao Zhun (Three More)_1
 

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He turned and started running, his movements flowing smoothly like drifting clouds and flowing water.

Just by observing his escape posture, one could tell he had run for his life countless times.

Immortal Bao Zhun left even his fortune-telling gear behind, weaving through the alleys of Zhuang Jia Kou. After running for half an hour and seeing that the Reaper hadn’t caught up, he finally squatted on the bluestone, gasping for air.

“Damn it, how is that Reaper not dead yet?”

“Haven’t seen you in a year, and your escape skills seem to have deteriorated quite a bit, I’ve been waiting for quite a while.”

Ye Xiong was sitting on the railing above him, swinging his legs.

This guy just won’t leave me alone!

Immortal Bao Zhun was too out of breath to care and started running again. This time, he had learned his lesson and didn’t head into the alleyways, but instead ran onto the main street and hailed a taxi.

“Drive fast.”

The driver started the car and asked, “Where to?”

“Just drive.”

Looking back from the taxi, Immortal Bao Zhun saw another taxi closely following him. Knowing that He was being tailed, he quickly said to the driver, “Buddy, could you please speed up and lose that car behind us?”

“You think this is a movie, or are you reading a novel?” the driver glanced at him. “This is Capital City; there are cameras everywhere, and there’s a speed limit. If I try to shake him off, I’ll lose my license, so get out.”

“Kicking a passenger out, what do you mean by that? Just so you know, I’ve memorized your license plate, careful or I’ll file a complaint,” Immortal Bao Zhun said menacingly.

“The phone number is up there, try filing a complaint?” the driver turned and said fiercely.

How the mighty have fallen!

Immortal Bao Zhun never thought that one day he’d be yelled at by a taxi driver.

“Better not let me see you again,” Immortal Bao Zhun said menacingly, ready to push open the door and flee.

But to his surprise, after several attempts, he couldn’t get the door open.

“Open the door!”

“The fare is ten yuan,” said the driver.

“You’re kicking me out and you still have the nerve to ask for money?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t have any money on you. I warn you, if you dare to ride without paying, I’ll break your neck,” the driver warned with a vicious look.

The car following him was about to catch up, and in his desperation to escape, Immortal Bao Zhun couldn’t care less and hurriedly reached into his clothes for money.

As he did so, he was completely dumbfounded.

He vividly remembered having ten yuan on him!

It took him a moment to recall that he had spent ten yuan on breakfast that morning, and since he hadn’t done any fortune-telling business that day, he was completely broke.

Talk about a run of bad luck!

Could his misfortune get any worse?

Immortal Bao Zhun squeezed out a smile and gave the driver a thumbs-up.

“You could tell right away that I left the house without any money today; you’re truly a Divine Being. With your skills, it’s a waste not to become a fortune-teller.”

After buttering him up, Immortal Bao Zhun continued, “I’m a master in the fortune-telling circles, known as Master Bao Zhun. If you don’t believe me, just ask around Zhuang Jia Kou; everyone knows me. How about this, I’ll teach you a top-notch trick for free, and we can forget about the fare.”

“Talk all you want, it boils down to four words, riding without paying,” the driver got out of the car, lifted the skinny Immortal Bao Zhun, who weighed less than a hundred pounds and looked like a monkey, and said fiercely, “You skinny monkey, are you going to pay or not?”

As the two were entangled, the taxi behind them had caught up. Ye Xiong got out of the taxi and approached, watching the argument with great interest.

“It’s not that I won’t pay, I just forgot to bring money, and you’ve figured that out too. I promise I’ll pay you double later.”

Immortal Bao Zhun was hoisted by the neck, feet off the ground, when he realized the driver was quite stocky, presumably over one meter eighty.

No wonder he was so aggressive.

“I even predicted you’d end up beaten into a pig’s head,” said the driver, readying to make his move.

“Hold on.”

Ye Xiong called out just in time. “How much for the ride?”

“Ten bucks.”

He pulled out ten bucks from his wallet and handed it over.

The taxi driver was about to take it when suddenly a fist shot past and slammed right into his head, knocking him out cold.

Although the punch wasn’t very forceful, it was timed perfectly, and the striking point was tricky—right at the most vulnerable part of the human body—so the driver was knocked out instantly.

“Tigers who don’t show their might are mistaken for sick cats,” Immortal Bao Zhun rubbed his sore hand and spat viciously, cursing, “Damn, his skin’s pretty thick.”

Ye Xiong pocketed his wallet and asked with a smile, “Still planning to run?”

“Running into you, a plague of a god, is the worst luck of my life,” Bao Zhun swore.

Then minutes later, at some noodle shop.

Bao Zhun devoured a bowl of noodles, leaving it spotlessly clean. In front of him were already three empty bowls; this was the fourth.

If not for seeing it with his own eyes, Ye Xiong would never believe that this was once the most famous agent in Dragon Group Intelligence Department, referred to as the Mole, Chen Xiao.

The nickname implied that when investigating intelligence, he could infiltrate anywhere like a mole.

“Weren’t you dead? How did you come back to life?” After eating his fill, Chen Xiao patted his belly and asked.

“Yama didn’t dare take me,” Ye Xiong said with a smile.

“I really don’t know the truth behind the Demon Hunting operation. Those four agents vanished without a trace. Despite my long investigation, I turned up nothing,” Chen Xiao said helplessly.

The Demon Hunting operation was the codename for the mission carried out by the Reaper Squad.

At that time, four intelligence officers of the Intelligence Department had made the same judgment, unanimously confirming the mission’s feasibility. It was based on those intelligence assessments that Long Tianya decided to launch the Demon Hunting operation.

Little did they know, that mission was a trap, and all members of the Reaper Squad were wiped out, with Ye Xiong barely escaping with his life.

Seeing Ye Xiong, Chen Xiao thought he was approached for that unresolved case from Dragon Group’s past and felt overwhelmed. It was Dragon Group after all; he wouldn’t dare to investigate it.

But if he didn’t investigate, Reaper wasn’t someone he could just ignore. Having no other choice, he decided to run away.

“I’m here today not to ask you to investigate that matter but to ask you to help me with a simple task,” Ye Xiong said.

“What is it?”

“Can you investigate a person for me?”

Realizing it wasn’t about investigating the old case, Chen Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, “Should have said so earlier, made me run for nothing.”

“Her name is Dong Xuan, the second wife of the Jianghai Group’s chairman,” Ye Xiong said.

“As long as it’s not about investigating Dragon Group, it’s a piece of cake… however,” Chen Xiao rubbed his fingers together in the universal sign for money. “You’ve just seen, I don’t even have money for a ride.”

Ye Xiong tossed down a bank card, saying, “There’s a hundred thousand in there, PIN XXXXXX. I want all the information on Dong Xuan by tomorrow afternoon at five o’clock, the more detailed the better.”

Chen Xiao quickly pocketed the bank card and exhaled, “The old trade still pays the bills after all. Trying to make a living on fortune-telling in this day and age wouldn’t even keep me fed.”

After saying that, Chen Xiao turned and left.

“Wait, do you know where to find me?” Ye Xiong asked.

“If I can’t even find out where you live, I might as well go back to farming. Wait for my message,” Chen Xiao said without turning back, and walked away.

Watching his departing figure, Ye Xiong chuckled to himself.

He really was an interesting and extraordinary person.