My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

But this was just Yang Feng's momentary thoughts.

He actually knows very well about dealing with people like Seinfeld.

Most of them have a strong purpose.

No matter what the reason is, you have to be careful.

There are many ability users in this world now, according to Yang Feng's understanding.

In addition to being legally restricted from taking action against ordinary people, there is often a situation where superpowers are preying on the weak.

Because although there are many people in the Investigation Bureau, they can never handle so many things.

What's more, those powerful families are not fuel-efficient.

The main purpose of the Investigation Bureau now is to trace the whereabouts related to the Reiki Organization and arrest these external family members in China.

Yang Feng remembered something, looked at Song Fei, and said, "I sold something before, it seems to be to the Song family. Does it have anything to do with you?"

"I was once a member of the Song family."

"once?"

Yang Feng was puzzled.

Seinfeld didn't explain much, just said: "This is my private matter. If Mr. Yang is willing to listen, I would like to tell you slowly as a story when I have time another day, but it seems to be getting late now."

"That's all, I'm not a gossip."

Yang Feng waved his hand and said, "You said just now that you could send someone to protect my family, right? I never refuse free things."

"I understand, your family will be protected by us from now on."

"Thank you. Although I don't know your identity, you are at least a good collaborator."

"Mr. Yang too."

Seinfeld smiled.

Yang Feng finally said goodbye to him and drove away.

In fact, he was still a little touched in his heart.

He met and communicated with Sein Fei several times, and this person left a good impression on him.

I don't know what his purpose is, but Yang Feng really doesn't want to associate him with bad guys.

Yang Feng's car had just driven out not far away.

The phone rang at this moment.

Looking at the caller ID, it was Murong Wan calling.

Yang Feng picked up and asked, "Your people have been watching you all night, are you tired?"

"I discovered it. My sensitivity has improved recently."

Murong Wan's chuckle came from the other end.

Yang Feng was speechless and said, "Where are you waiting for me?"

"As you drive past, turn right and there's a cafe."

"understood."

Yang Feng hung up the phone and turned the car to the right.

In a midnight cafe.

The lighting here is a little yellowish at this time.

There were only a few customers in the store, but they didn't speak loudly, making it seem a little quiet.

Yang Feng walked in the door and saw Murong Wan in the corner, so he walked over without politeness.

Murong Wan had a smile on her face and said, "It seems that things are going well."

"It went pretty well, but it's a bit unkind for you to be so anxious to question me as soon as I came out."

Yang Feng sat down.

Murong Wan looked at him with a smile and was about to speak.

But at this moment, she suddenly felt that Yang Feng seemed to have changed.

Her eyes stared at Yang Feng carefully, and after a long time, she asked: "Have you had any adventures recently?"

"Every day, what are you asking about?"

"Your strength has surpassed the peak of the innate warrior."

"Can you see that too?"

"No one else can."

Murong Wan looked at Yang Feng with a smile.

Yang Feng was really curious and said: "What comes after China's innate warriors?"

"I don't know, and no one knows, but such people are very rare in China, so they are collectively called heavenly beings."

Murong Wan said with emotion: "I just didn't expect you to enter this realm so quickly."

"This is a good name, but it's a pity that I am not a celestial being."

"Forget it, why don't you tell me what you saw over there?"

Murong Wan no longer dwelled on this matter.

In her eyes, Yang Feng will enter this realm sooner or later.

Yang Feng knew she would ask, but said calmly: "I also want to know, who is behind Sein Fei?"

"Actually, if you have any information requirements, you can ask me at any time."

Murong Wan chuckled.

Yang Feng rolled his eyes and said, "You were behind all the things I encountered, right?"

"I just think you can contribute to us in the future. Anyway, you have the ability to be idle."

Murong Wan's relaxed expression.

Yang Feng had no choice but to say, "Okay, then you'd better tell me about Sein Fei."

"Him? We didn't find much information. We only know that he seemed to have left the Song family for some reason. He should have been a genius among ancient warriors, but he seemed to have joined some organization later."

Murong Wan said and continued: "It is a secret organization in China. We don't know its purpose yet. We only know that they are also collecting a large amount of spiritual energy."

"Is it true that so many people collect spiritual energy just to use it as a weapon?"

"Want to hear the truth?"

Murong Wan asked.

Yang Feng rolled his eyes and said, "You don't have any conspiracy, do you? If you want to drag me into trouble, it's better for me not to listen."

"Are you so afraid of being dragged into the water?"

"I still have to make money, these things will only affect the speed at which I make money."

Yang Feng looked indifferent.

Murong Wan looked at Yang Feng and said, "The trust Bai Hengqing entrusted to you has been wasted."

"Entrustment? What entrustment?"

Yang Feng pretended to be dumbfounded.

Murong Wan did not ask more about this, but continued: "Actually, what you just said is right. These people's need for spiritual energy is not simply to increase their strength, because they are different from you."

"What do you mean?"

"Have you ever heard of the Chinese Dragon Vein?"

Murong Wan asked.

Yang Feng shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it."

"The Ancestral Dragon rose, and its veins stretched for thousands of miles. However, the spiritual energy collapsed and the dragon veins shrank. The remaining dragon veins were less than ten miles. They were hidden in billions of mountains and disappeared without a trace."

Murong Wan memorized a passage from the book.

Yang Feng heard this strangely and said, "What... does this mean?"

"From what is recorded in the Ancestor Dragon Chronicles of China, and in addition to some research on historical data, we have confirmed that China's dragon veins still exist in the world."

Murong Wan said.

Yang Feng's expression was suddenly surprised and he said: "Then you mean, their purpose is for the dragon vein?"

"The Chinese Dragon Vein is the witness of China's nearly ten thousand years of history from ancient times, and it has also absorbed China's ten thousand years of luck."

Murong Wan's words shocked Yang Feng's heart.

If this thing really exists and someone can find it, wouldn't it be equivalent to gaining China's ten thousand years of luck?

"With modern technology, although China's land is very large, it is not difficult to detect all the mountains."

Yang Feng was halfway through his words when he suddenly came to his senses and said, "By the way, how are you going to find the dragon vein?"

"That's the problem."

Murong Wan's face also showed a rare helplessness.