Chapter 761: Chapter 758: Discussing Countermeasures
Huang Shangtian finally revealed a bitter smile: "I know that person just now."
"What?!"
Huang Xiadi was utterly shocked: "Jiu, you know the Hunter?!" The astonishment and doubt in his voice were as if he’d seen a ghost.
"Whether he’s the Hunter or not, I don’t really care, but I know, if I’m considered the Soldier King, in front of that person just now, I probably don’t qualify!" Huang Shangtian said seriously.
As soon as these words came out, Huang Xiadi couldn’t help but be even more surprised. He knew very well who Huang Shangtian was. Although he was usually silent, he was very proud internally, especially attaching great importance to the title of Soldier King.
But now, someone could make Huang Shangtian feel inadequate in his proudest field. It seems this Hunter truly has unfathomable strength.
Especially now, the Flying Tiger Institute members couldn’t withstand a single blow in front of him, causing the two brothers’ hearts to waver. How much genuine skill was there in this group whom the family revered as the highest honor?
Is the Hunter too powerful, or are these Flying Tiger Institute experts just incompetent?!
However, no matter which guess, for Huang Shangtian and Huang Xiadi, it’s evidently not a good thing.
...
In the corridor, Huang Feizhong suddenly realized something.
Just now, the Hunter said that the ninth son of Huang Feihu was also in his grasp?
But he’d been outside the corridor all along, and never saw anybody?
Nonetheless, this probably had little to do with him, Huang Feizhong. If the Hunter dared to say such words, it shouldn’t be baseless.
Because the scam-like "I have your son" has long been retired from the stage of history.
Only a fool would joke about such matters, and the Hunter certainly is as sharp as a monkey, unlikely to make such a low-level error.
"What the hell is this?!"
Walking back and forth in the corridor, cursing while pulling out his phone, Huang Feizhong still hadn’t found the right words, his entire demeanor showing visible tension and anxiety.
"Forget it!"
Huang Feizhong steeled himself, once again adopting the attitude of "Anyway, you can’t kill me through the screen," gritted his teeth, and dialed Huang Feihu’s number.
As soon as it connected, Huang Feihu’s stern and solemn voice came through: "Why is it you again?!"
In fact, if asked whom Huang Feihu least wanted a call from right now, Huang Feizhong would undoubtedly top the list!
In Huang Feihu’s view, Huang Feizhong was like a Crow, every piece of news he brought was uniformly bad.
Although Huang Feizhong had only ever called him once, Huang Feihu still presumptuously believed so.
At this moment, receiving a call from Huang Feizhong, Huang Feihu couldn’t help but harbor a brief suspicion, could something have gone wrong again?!
It wasn’t unreasonable for Huang Feihu to think this way, as he really couldn’t imagine why, if everything went smoothly, Huang Shangtian would have any reason for Huang Feizhong to call him with news.
Now that the caller was Huang Feizhong, the likelihood of bad news was greatly increased over good news.
However, this idea lingered only for less than a moment because, even if a myriad of indications showed that Huang Feizhong brought bad news, he needed only one reason—it was that the elite from the Flying Tiger Institute had been mobilized.
With that thought, Huang Feihu’s irritation with Huang Feizhong’s impending gloominess faded slightly, and his tone softened considerably: "Speak, what’s up?"
On the other side, Huang Feizhong was already silently cursing Huang Feihu, thinking, why do you say it’s me again? Do you think I want to call you?!
Nevertheless, with these thoughts, Huang Feizhong still said, "Please don’t get anxious. I hope you can remain calm after hearing what I have to say."
As he spoke, he couldn’t help but feel a bit gleeful, thinking, with your attitude toward me, you’re going to be so mad after hearing my news.
Huang Feihu immediately felt a chill in his heart, as this familiar conversation popped up once again, sparking some unease, was there trouble again?
"Just say what’s on your mind, don’t keep me in suspense!" Huang Feihu, disturbed by what Huang Feizhong said, replied impatiently.
"In short, the Hunter wants me to tell you, your ninth son..." Huang Feizhong paused, seemingly both intentionally and unintentionally, making Huang Feihu on the other end of the call want to slap him to death.
Of course, Huang Feizhong didn’t dare to hang Huang Feihu’s appetite for too long. Regardless, the other side was the overlord of the Northern Border, capable of dealing with his family with a flick of a finger, let alone someone like Huang Feizhong.
The answer quickly came out as Huang Feizhong, after a brief pause, continued: "Your ninth son is held by him; besides, the Hunter wants you to bring fifty billion, or equivalent goods, for an exchange."
Huang Feihu immediately sprang up from his chair; when Huang Shangtian left before, he had taken with him what was nearly the most elite combat force of the Huang Family. If even so something could go wrong, then is this Hunter truly defying destiny?!
Wait a minute!
The Hunter?!
Perhaps Huang Shangtian had only witnessed the prowess of the Hunter before, Huang Xiadi had heard of the Hunter’s legend, however, Huang Feihu had genuinely understood the Hunter’s background and deeds.
For a moment, titles like the eldest son of the Zhong Family in the capital, a special agency-commissioned major general, a strong fighter who destroyed the Shinto Shrine and successfully escaped, and a top-ranked expert on the Dark List all appeared in Huang Feihu’s mind, quickly causing the two streaks of graying eyebrows to knit together, his face so dark it could drip water.
Such a tough character, why is he targeting my Northern Huang Family? This question arose spontaneously in Huang Feihu’s heart.
This time, the only consolation for Huang Feizhong is that the unsettling silence of Huang Feihu didn’t last long. After the other party hung up the phone without a word, it allowed Huang Feizhong to breathe a sigh of relief.
Just as he took out a cigarette, ready to light it, the phone call from Huang Shu, the Patriarch of the Huang Family, came in...
"Father!" Huang Feizhong’s voice carried a slight bitterness.
After speaking, there was a sigh from the other side, and then Huang Shu said in his still sharp and piercing voice: "I’m aware of your situation there, it’s not your fault, the developments were too sudden."
"Perhaps what you know is outdated..." Huang Feizhong said, then conveyed the latest information to Huang Shu.
Upon hearing that Huang Shangtian was also kidnapped, a long while passed before Huang Shu spoke, "Alright, I know. You must be very careful over there!" His voice carried complex emotions.
...
Inside Huang Feihu’s study, there sat a man across from him who appeared to be in his thirties, with a pair of large-framed glasses on his nose, exuding a scholarly elegance.
In the Huang Family compound, this person held a status second only to the Huang Family Patriarch, Huang Feihu, and was the openly acknowledged heir apparent—Huang Feihu’s third son, Huang Qisheng.
He was one of the few sons capable of relieving Huang Feihu of his worries.
