Under One Person: I, Jiaqian Jushi, work from nine to five.

"Riddler, get out of Biyou Village."

After saying that, she ran back to the kitchen to hide.

Zhou Fengliu was not angry when he saw this, and simply finished his last lunch in Biyou Village in silence.

A moment later, a voice said, "Rongzi, let's go."

Zhou Fengliu got up and left.

Fu Rong came out upon hearing the noise, and watching Zhou Fengliu's departing figure, she clenched her fists. If she weren't outmatched, she would have really wanted to go up and punch him a couple of times.

That annoying guy... I'd better not see him again.

Fu Rong said some harsh words.

She thought Zhou Fengliu would still appear in front of her kitchen on time tomorrow, but unfortunately... her words came true.

Perhaps she will run into Zhou Fengliu that night.

However, it's best to avoid running into them.

If they meet again, Zhou Fengliu will likely "force a fight," and she will quickly fall to the ground.

...

Chapter 171 Night Battle at Biyou Village! (Second Update)

Just as Zhou Fengliu finished his lunch, the remaining temporary workers in the village were making their final preparations:

Hua Zhong's black tube is adjusting the transmitter on his wrist.

Old Meng from the Northwest sat on a small stool, silently looking in the direction of Chen Duo's house.

Southwest's Qiu'er pulled out a "big treasure" to prepare for the night's battle.

Meanwhile, Xiao Zizai from South China quietly tidied himself up in his room.

His expression wasn't good; it was clear that he was frustrated that he couldn't kill anyone in the battle that night.

He even regretted dismembering Zhao Guizhen too early, which greatly reduced the fun for tonight.

...

As the sun sets behind the mountains, night gradually blankets the sky.

The wind is strong tonight, and the moonlight is obscured by dark clouds, making it perfect for causing trouble. Just as the saying goes, "a dark and windy night," a grand drama unique to Biyou Village is about to unfold.

The name of this grand drama is: Night Battle of Biyou Village.

Starring: Zhou Fengliu, temporary workers from the company's six major regions, and the top talents from Biyou Village.

This grand spectacle was anything but straightforward; it was a series of climaxes that kept everyone in Biyou Village on their toes.

Zhang Chulan was the first to appear, arriving at the end of the village where the cultivation furnace was located and pulling Ma Xianhong along.

"Old Ma, is this huge thing of yours finished?" Zhang Chulan asked, looking at the massive cultivation furnace in front of him.

"Well... all that's left is the test." Ma Xianhong glanced at Zhang Chulan, paused, and then said:

"Zhang Chulan, I really admire your patience. Knowing that I can't possibly hand Chen Duo over, you still try to persuade me every day..."

Old Ma is an honest man.

Even now, he still believes that all the people sent by All-Tong were there for Chen Duo.

Hearing Ma Xianhong's naive words, Zhang Chulan almost couldn't bear to fool him anymore, but in order to buy time, he could only continue talking along:

"Old Ma, I really don't want to see you cause such a rift with the company over Chen Duo. I'm not kidding, ever since you took Chen Duo in, the company has been keeping an eye on you."

"The reason they haven't made a move yet is because the company thinks highly of you. They don't want to have a falling out with you and even want to be on good terms with you."

"Old Ma, stop it... It's really not worth getting into this mess over Chen Duo."

Despite Zhang Chulan's repeated attempts to dissuade him, Ma Xianhong remained steadfast in his convictions.

"You think I'll just stop because you tell me to? Who do you think you are?"

“I’m your godfather,” Zhang Chulan said shamelessly.

"Will you bring it up again?" Ma Xianhong was displeased as soon as he heard the term "god-uncle".

They were clearly about the same age, but that bastard Zhang Chulan took advantage of him.

If we trace back down from his great-grandfather Ma Benzai to Zhang Chulan's grandfather Zhang Huaiyi, who were sworn brothers, it turns out that Zhang Chulan is actually a generation older than him, which makes Zhang Chulan call him his god-nephew all the time.

...

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Just as Zhang Chulan was about to say a few more words, Ma Xianhong heard the phone ring.

He received a phone call and then learned that the temporary workers had taken action.

"Zhang Chulan, why are you keeping me up so late today? So you guys are planning to make a move, aren't you?"

Do you think you can stop them?

Seeing that Ma Xianhong looked ready to make a move, Zhang Chulan shrugged:

"Old Ma, this has nothing to do with me. I still want to resolve this through peaceful negotiations. As for those guys... I've already said, they're all crazy, they might just go insane..."

"Oh? Is that so? Then I'll go and catch them now." Ma Xianhong glanced at Zhang Chulan and then turned to leave.

"Old Ma, I'm not trying to be mean, but do you really have so little faith in the abilities of your top-tier subordinates? A whole village can't even beat four or five of them?"

Zhang Chulan is using the Kunjiang technique.

“I can see that too. After tonight, regardless of the outcome, it’s unlikely that we, uncle and nephew, will be able to have such an open conversation again. You just wait here for a while, and wait for your superior abilities to settle things with them before you make your move.”

"..."

Faced with Zhang Chulan's Kun Jiang technique, Old Ma, this kind and honest man, remained silent for several seconds.

...

The scene changes.

The other advanced cultivators in Biyou Village also received Ma Xianhong's orders and prepared to head towards Chen Duo's home to provide support.

In the room next to the kitchen, Fu Rong, who had just finished a phone call, hurriedly changed her clothes.

"It's so annoying! Why are they fighting in the middle of the night? I cook every day, and I finally get a chance to rest at night, but now I have to fight all night!"

Fu Rong grumbled and then picked up her two sharp knives to go and provide support.

She was mentally prepared for this battle that was bound to happen sooner or later. As long as she didn't flirt with Zhou Yu, she could go toe-to-toe with anyone.

She had only gone a few steps when she saw a familiar figure wandering around in the dark. The night was very dark, and there were few lights in the village.

The figure looked familiar, and she judged that it must be an outsider.

After vaguely discerning the situation for a couple of seconds and concluding that the other party was indeed not from this village, Fu Rong casually performed a basic attack, unleashing a burst of sword energy to test the waters...

...

At this moment, Zhou Fengliu, the commander of this operation, was yawning as he walked through Biyou Village, lamenting how hard it was to earn overtime pay.

Before he could finish his exclamation, he felt a chill run down his spine. His keen senses immediately told him that someone was launching a sneak attack. In the instant he turned around, he used his skill, "Jiehuafa".

In an instant, Zhou Fengliu's figure began to ethereal. As his Qi circulated, he drew arcs with both hands, and the surrounding forces distorted, firmly catching a flying Qi blade.

Under the force field that resembled a swamp, the power of this Qi blade was completely neutralized.

“Young man, you have no sportsmanship. You bully a comrade in his twenties like me. I advise you, you rat tail juice, don’t you like to ambush? Then here you go.”

As Zhou Fengliu spoke, he pushed the Qi Blade back.

"???"

Seeing the sword energy that had just been unleashed fly back at an even faster speed, Fu Rong was completely dumbfounded.

What's going on? Why did it fly back again?

She quickly unleashed several more sword strikes to block the rebounding sword energy.

Under the cover of night, she looked at the other person in the distance, slightly out of breath.

what happened?

The voice that person just spoke... I feel like I've heard it before.

Could they be one of our own?

"Hey you over there! State your name! I don't kill nameless nobodies!" Fu Rong demanded of the other party.

"?"

This sound...

Why does that sound so familiar?

The more Zhou Fengliu heard the voice on the other end, the more familiar it seemed.

and many more...

"Rongzi?"