Inside an inconspicuous courtyard, Yan Chengde carefully tucked the silver coins into his pocket.
Since the villa was sealed off, he realized something was wrong and hurriedly left Cangshan. Fortunately, there was a villa in Huaixi City where he could stay, and few people knew about it. That's how he found a place to stay.
Even so, he quickly ran out of money. Apart from his martial arts skills, he had no other skills and could only make a living by pawning things.
The thought of his past glory fueled Yan Chengde's hatred.
"Who?" Yan Chengde asked, his body tense with alertness.
"De'er, it's me!"
"Father?" Yan Chengde exclaimed in surprise.
Dressed as a hunter, Yan Ping jumped down from the wall under the cover of moonlight.
"Father, weren't you arrested? What happened?"
"Slap!" Before Yan Chengde could finish speaking, Yan Ping slapped him across the face. "If it weren't for you, how could the manor have ended up like this?" Yan Ping said painfully. If he didn't only have this one son, why would he have pushed him into the position of young master?
Yan Chengde had suddenly gone from being the young master of the manor to a prisoner whom everyone called a scapegoat. He was already aggrieved, and after being slapped, he almost lost his temper. But he knew he was no match for his father, so he could only obediently say, "It is my fault. But the most urgent matter is to avenge the manor."
Yan Ping smirked maliciously. "Hmph, that's none of your business. Your father has been living a life of hardship these past few days, so hurry up and prepare some good wine and food." With that, he walked into the house without even looking at his son's expression.
Where Yan Ping couldn't see, Yan Chengde looked gloomy.
Early the next morning, Feng Jinghan found An Ge and told her about the Mingyue Manor incident.
An Ge suddenly realized, "No wonder, it was him!" Just as Hu Jiu said, it was the people from Mingyue Manor who poisoned the inn.
Feng Jinghan noticed An Ge's strange expression and asked, "What happened?"
An Ge shrugged. "Yan Ping tried to poison the inn, but we discovered it. Unfortunately, he escaped."
Feng Jinghan was shocked; he hadn't expected Yan Ping to dare attack the inn. Fortunately, the innkeeper was incredibly resourceful, which prevented Yan Ping from succeeding.
"Then I'll summon the Judicial Office right away and see if they can provide any clues?"
Zhang Luo's worldview had been greatly shaken that night, especially after watching television, which solidified his belief in the existence of deities. Hearing the shop manager looking for him, he felt a long-forgotten tension and dared not hide anything from An Ge's questions.
“We have now posted his portrait everywhere, and we will surely be able to capture Yan Ping.” After saying that, he took out the portrait and showed it to An Ge.
An Ge twitched her lips speechlessly. She had never met Yan Ping, and even after seeing the portrait, she was certain that she wouldn't recognize him even if he stood right in front of her.
"Can we really catch someone with just this one portrait?" An Ge asked, voicing her doubts.
"Don't worry, this was painted by the top artists in our Legal Affairs Department, there's definitely no problem," Zhang Luo said confidently.
Because the incident happened in the kitchen, Chef Sun was still furious. Upon hearing news of the perpetrators, he rushed over.
He looked at the portrait, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "Describe the thief's appearance in more detail. It would be a miracle if this portrait could even be used to find a person."
Zhang Luo suddenly realized that he seemed to have boasted in front of the immortal, and perhaps the immortal had a way to deal with it. He carefully recalled Yan Ping's appearance, and with Chef Sun's guidance, he gradually sketched out his features.
"Alright, that little devil won't get away!" Chef Sun shouted, taking off his chef's hat amidst the puzzled looks of the crowd, then opening his forehead and spitting out a photograph.
Zhang Luo, a man who had seen his share of storms, was now so frightened he couldn't speak. He could only point at Chef Sun with trembling hands, stammering, "He, he, his head is split open!"
Feng Jinghan was also startled. He quietly braced himself on the table to avoid losing his composure.
Perhaps because An Ge had "charged" Chef Sun a few times, she wasn't surprised to see his head open this time. She recalled the first time she opened Chef Sun and Aunt Dan's backs to "charge" them; the shock she experienced was no less than theirs.
An Ge awkwardly explained on Chef Sun's behalf, "Don't be afraid, this is just Chef Sun's special skill."
"That's right, what are you afraid of? I'm not even human." Chef Sun thought the two of them were making a fuss over nothing.
It would have been better if they hadn't explained; the explanation only made their expressions worse.
Especially Feng Jinghan, he never expected that Chef Sun, who was always so cheerful and talkative, was not human! What about the others? Could they also have some hidden identities?
Feng Jinghan quickly found a reason for herself: after all, the shop manager was an immortal, so it was normal for him to be surrounded by non-humans.
The scene of opening the head was just too terrifying!
An Ge covered her face with her hands, speechless. Now she couldn't explain anymore. "These are all minor things. First, look at this photo. Doesn't he look like Yan Ping?"
Zhang Luo took a deep breath, not daring to look at Chef Sun anymore, and then widened her eyes in surprise when she saw the photo.
"It's so similar, so incredibly similar!" If he hadn't retained his senses, he would have almost thought Yan Ping had crawled into the portrait himself. Zhang Luo suddenly thought of the magical television; perhaps this was also a kind of divine intervention.
"As long as it looks similar, I'll print more and paste a few more later."
An Ge quickly stopped her, "Go back and prepare more portraits, then bring them over later." She really didn't want Chef Sun to perform another mind-blowing act on the spot, didn't he see that the two of them were still in shock?
Chef Sun was very quick, and worried that the portraits were too small, so he used special methods to enlarge them. In less than fifteen minutes, he came in carrying a pile of portraits.
Holding the portrait, Zhang Luo walked unsteadily out of the inn.
The things that happened to him that day were too bizarre; he needed to calm down and pick up his faltering values.
"Ding! Mission progress 70%. Keep up the good work, host!"
An Ge breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the mission notification. Everything was ready except for the final step: capturing Yan Ping would complete the mission.
With Feng Jinghan's cooperation, Yan Ping's portrait was plastered all over the streets and alleys of Huaixi City in less than half a day.
The people were astonished to see the lifelike portrait. When they learned that it was the work of a deity, the news spread like wildfire. In no time, everyone from the elderly to young children knew that Yan Ping was being pursued by the authorities.
Yan Chengde went out to buy some things and saw people gathered around the notice board discussing something. After finally squeezing through, he saw a portrait that looked exactly like his father. He was shocked and his mind went blank for a moment.
"Hey? Doesn't this person look a lot like the person in the portrait?" someone asked curiously, pointing at Yan Ping.
Everyone immediately turned their attention to him, scrutinizing him from head to toe. "He only looks somewhat like him; the age difference is too obvious. After all, portraits are so realistic that it's normal to have one or two that resemble him occasionally," someone disagreed.
"That's true."
Under the suspicious gazes of the crowd, as if he had been stripped naked, Yan Chengde forced himself to remain calm and quickly squeezed out of the crowd.
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