Chapter 705: The Imperial Sword
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Luo Feng faced elder Blake’s taunting remarks without a word.
After all, he had gained the upper hand in their dealings, and it was only fair to let tne man nave nis small victories In woras.
“So, we have a deal. I look forward to our partnership,” Luo Feng said. He then made a call, and within a minute, Blake received a confirmation message on his phone.
Staring at the message content, Blake took a deep breath and turned to Luo Feng, inquiring, “Who exactly are you?
“As you can see, I’m merely a collector who appreciates antique artifacts,” Luo Feng replied calmly.
Hearing this, elder Blake burst out laughing. “I find it hard to believe that an ordinary collector would have such capabilities.”
Luo Feng simply smiled, offering no further explanation.
Knowing Luo Feng wouldn’t elaborate, Blake shifted topics. “Mr. Luo, about the favor you owe me, can you do anything I ask?”
“Generally speaking, as long as it’s within my principles,” Luo Feng responded.
“What about taking a life?”
Blake’s probing question stemmed from his discerning of Luo Feng’s exceptional capabilities. But before Luo Feng could answer, Young Blake hastily intervened, pulling his father aside.
“Father, what are you thinking? We must handle that matter ourselves; outsiders shouldn’t be involved! ”
The younger Blake’s persistent plea gradually brought his father back to his senses.
“I need to know what’s going on, or I can’t determine if it goes against my principles,” Luo Feng pressed.
However, elder Blake seemed to have a change of heart. “It’s not necessary.
After all, the favor you owe me is significant. I’ll ask for it some other time.”
As the man remained tight-lipped, Luo Feng didn’t press further. The money had been transferred, and in return, elder Blake meticulously retrieved a gilded mask from his briefcase, handing it to Luo Feng.
“It’s been a pleasure doing business,” Luo Feng remarked, leaving his business card on the table before taking his leave.
Holding the gilded mask, excitement surged in Luo Feng’s heart. The artifact was, at the very least, of national treasure status. Despite the significant price he had paid for it, if he could return it to Beijing, it would be worth the sacrifice.
As he stored the mask in his warehouse and pondered where to find more antiques, a call from elder Blake interrupted his thoughts.
“Luo Feng, I know of a highly valuable item. Are you interested?” “I’m not just interested in its monetary value,” Luo Feng began.
“I’m aware,” elder Blake cut in, his tone a tad shaky, “It’s not about the price, but its collectible value, right?”
“What is it?” Luo Feng inquired.
“A four-hundred-year-old Imperial Shangfang Sword.”
Hearing this, Luo Feng’s eyes widened in disbelief. Though the sword wasn’t ancient, an Imperial Shangfang Sword was not a mere artifact. Both in terms of collectible value and craftsmanship, it was an exquisite piece. But what baffled him more was how such an artifact ended up in America.
Before coming to the US, Luo Feng had researched all known Chinese artifacts found here. The Imperial Sword was notably absent from the list. Furthermore, all recorded Imperial Swords from various dynasties had been accounted for and protected. So, the sword was either a fake or had reached overseas through clandestine channels.
Luo Feng hoped for the former.
“Where can I find it?” Luo Feng pressed.
“Tomorrow, 6 a.m., at my place. I’ll tell you more then,” came the reply before the line went dead.
Despite his impatience, Luo Feng had no choice but to wait. The anticipation kept him awake all night, and at dawn, he headed straight to Blake’s residence.
Without any preamble, Luo Feng began inquiring about the Imperial Sword.
After some hesitation, elder Blake finally revealed the truth.
“The Imperial Sword does exist. But are you sure you want to get involved? The owner isn’t an ordinary man.”
Luo Feng scoffed, “Do you consider me ordinary?”
His confidence left Blake momentarily stunned. Perhaps, with Luo Feng involved, there was a real chance.
“The man’s name is Andy. He always bragged about acquiring rare artifacts from other countries,” Blake began, detailing everything to Luo Feng.
Turns out, Blake’s involvement wasn’t solely about helping Luo Feng with antiques. His younger brother had tragically died while dealing in artifacts, having trusted Andy.
While Andy’s business wasn’t vast, he was affiliated with gangs, making him untouchable for the Blakes..
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