Chapter 1375 - 410: [It’s Just a Plate of Mu Shu Pork] (Part 2)

Chapter 1375: Chapter 410: [It’s Just a Plate of Mu Shu Pork] (Part 2)

Then he put on a pair of gloves, and with the gloves on, he grabbed the gun and placed it into the hand of a corpse on the ground, gripping the dead man’s hand tightly.

He glanced back at Mandy’s corpse, this Brother Ni had died with his eyes wide open.

For such scum, Chen Yan felt no psychological burden over their death.

Moreover, just last night, when preparing to put the plan into action, Chen Yan had tricked this guy into making many vows.

Among them was this one sentence:

"BOSS, I swear I will never betray you. Otherwise, let a bullet blow off my skull and send me to meet God!"

Yes, before doing this last job, Chen Yan never intended to let this guy named Mandy live.

In the New York operation, Mandy had been involved. He was his local guide, had seen his face.

No matter what, Chen Yan would not let this trash live.

·

After leaving this drug den, Chen Yan circled a block, then drove away a car parked in a secluded spot.

He drove for more than half an hour and arrived at a motel parking lot.

With a fake ID, he booked a room.

The hygiene conditions in the motel room were very poor, and there was a strange smell in the room, like the scent of mildew.

The bed sheets on the bed even had a suspicious pale yellow tinge.

Without taking off his clothes, Chen Yan lay down on the bed and closed his eyes to nurture his spirit.

The gains from today’s job, the feedback from Heavenly Dao had already been received, besides the feedback from killing Mandy.

Mandy’s vow was not to betray him, and then he betrayed his vow and had his life reaped by Chen Yan.

What slightly surprised Chen Yan was that the Heavenly Dao feedback for Mandy’s betrayed vow was significantly less than the last time Chen Yan killed that robber who broke his vow.

However, he did not pay attention to these things for the moment, but instead carefully felt the flow of primordial qi from the Heavenly Dao feedback coursing through his body, gradually merging and infusing with it...

A familiar sensation that he had experienced before surged up; he felt his body beginning to feel light, his mind relaxed to the point of indulgence, so much so that he could hardly control the liberating feeling of his spirit.

Chen Yan decisively got up, locked the door, then took out a grenade and rigged it on the door. He made a very simple booby trap design.

After setting everything up, Chen Yan turned around and walked into the bathroom, laid in the bathtub, closed his eyes, and began to sleep...

·

When he awoke again, it was already midnight.

Chen Yan only felt his body light and comfortable, the soothing feeling from inside out seemed like every pore on his body was breathing joyfully.

This familiar sensation stirred Chen Yan’s heart slightly.

He climbed out of the bathtub, stood in front of the bathroom mirror, and carefully looked at himself.

He stretched with effort, feeling his entire skeleton and joints making light cracking sounds.

He had returned to the Second Realm!!

Guiyuan Realm!!

·

Originally, with the top-level cultivation technique left by the old lady and having Lu Sisi as a plugin to get Heavenly Dao’s feedback on cultivation, it took Chen Yan more than half a year to reach the Second Realm.

After his scattered work hit zero, without using any cultivation technique, he felt the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi most simply, acted on Heaven’s will, and naturally achieved the Way...

Now, a few months later, from zero, he had once again reached the cultivation level of a Second Realm Cultivator!

"I took the right path indeed."

Chen Yan looked at himself in the mirror with satisfaction and nodded.

He turned back to the room, first removed the booby trap device he had set up. Then he sat on the bed, opened his backpack, and began inventorying all the gains from New York.

As for weapons, there were two pistols, four magazines, and an automatic rifle — whose stock he had removed for ease of fitting in the backpack, with two magazines remaining. Furthermore, there were two grenades.

In terms of money, there was $170,000 in cash, which he had left in the car’s trunk; the car was parked in the lot below. He had deliberately made his Citroen sedan look dirty and shabby so much that even car thieves might lack interest.

The communication device was a cell phone, with four spare SIM cards.

"It’s time to leave New York." Chen Yan looked at all his possessions with satisfaction.

He packed the weapons and money into the backpack — it was a hiking backpack he purchased.

Just as Chen Yan picked up his phone intending to dismantle the SIM card used in New York, suddenly, his phone rang!

Chen Yan paused, glanced at the caller ID on the phone, and his expression turned three shades of strangeness.

He didn’t answer the call, allowing the phone to ring for a long time before it automatically stopped.

Chen Yan didn’t pay it any more mind, continued packing, then went to the bathroom, washed his face by the sink.

At that moment, the phone rang again.

This time, it was the same number that had just called.

Chen Yan stood by the window, watching the phone ringing on the bed. He stared at it for a few seconds, then finally sighed, bent down, picked up the phone, and pressed the answer button.

"Hello?" Chen Yan said flatly.

"Is this... Chandler?" The voice of a young girl came from the phone. It was Angie, that girl. Her voice sounded a bit hoarse, with a nasal tone, and most importantly, there was an unmistakable hint of panic in her tone.