87: Chapter 087: [The Strange Old Man] Celebrating the Birth of the Second Helm Master 87: Chapter 087: [The Strange Old Man] Celebrating the Birth of the Second Helm Master Ye Chenfeng was not only the king of solo combat but also an excellent special agent.

Only Chu Qingxue from Chu Corporation knew about his departure, while others hadn’t seen him at all, believing he had vanished from the face of the earth.

Riding a Flying Pigeon brand bicycle, Ye Chenfeng cruised down the street alone, attracting all kinds of astonished stares.

There were others who rode bicycles, but Ye Chenfeng was the sole rider of a Flying Pigeon bicycle.

However, what came next left Ye Chenfeng speechless, as the sky, clear for miles, suddenly turned dark as if a storm was about to engulf the entire city.

The whole of Jiangnan seemed to plunge into darkness; the swirling black clouds overhead looked like a harbinger of the apocalypse.

Within a minute, torrential rain struck as expected, and pedestrians scurried for cover.

In an instant, the streets, already deserted, were now almost completely devoid of people.

And Ye Chenfeng, who was riding his bicycle, was soaked before he had a chance to seek shelter, looking like a drowned rat.

“Damn it, what’s with this weather!”

Ye Chenfeng looked helplessly at the sky, yet his pedal strokes quickened.

Water began to pool on the ground, making riding increasingly difficult.

In a glance, Ye Chenfeng surprisingly saw an old man standing alone at an intersection, guarding his stall.

The old man was still manning his stall despite the rain, and Ye Chenfeng, feeling a tug at his heartstrings, couldn’t help but pedal faster towards him.

Well, upon first glimpse of the old man, Ye Chenfeng felt something was off.

This old fellow looked extremely sleazy, as if he was certainly a hoodlum in his youth.

However, when Ye Chenfeng saw the items spread out on the ground by the old man, he felt even more convinced of his initial thought.

An old, worn plaid cloth was laid out, displaying a collection of what appeared to be old and dated discs.

They were all ancient movies, like ones about zombies.

Ye Chenfeng was shocked to the core!

This old man was selling stuff right here, where were the city inspectors?

The 3,000 inspectors of Divine Land, where were you?

You’re needed here!

With a grin, the old man revealed a set of pearly teeth, but his smile was incredibly sleazy, enough to make one’s scalp tingle, “Young man, interested?

I’ve heard movies suit rainy days and young people best.

Five bucks per disc, buy one get one free!”

Five for a disc, plus the buy-one-get-one-free offer, came down to just two and a half each!

The price was definitely very affordable!

Now, a great deal lay before him at just two fifty per disc.

Happiness came so suddenly, befitting the rainy day.

At this moment, there should be chocolate and music in the background!

Seeing how pitiful the old man was, probably unable to afford a meal or warm clothes for the day, why not buy a few dozen discs to support his venture?

Ye Chenfeng thought reluctantly.

“Is it high-definition?” Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help but ask, glancing to the side.

Thankfully, with the rain, there was no one around.

He thought to himself, rainy days really do have their perks!

The old man blinked, “I can tell it’s your first time buying.

Absolutely high-definition, you can check the quality.

But I don’t have a player here, so here’s the deal.

You take it home and watch tonight.

If you aren’t satisfied, come back tomorrow for a refund.

I assure you, a refund will be provided, I’m always here at this stall!”

The old man’s laugh was exceedingly sleazy as he grabbed a few discs and started shoving them into Ye Chenfeng’s arms.

“Damn, that’s enough, enough!

I don’t need this many!” Ye Chenfeng’s arms were suddenly overflowing.

“Fifty!” the dirty old man said, stretching out his grimy hands, his face looking more lecherous the more you looked at it, who knows how many elementary school kids this guy had swindled.

Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help but conjure up an image in his mind of a street vendor from his youth peddling a book to him, “Young man, you and I must be fated.

I’ll give you this book, and from now on, the heavy responsibility of saving the world will be in your hands!”

Then, Ye Chenfeng took the book and saw four large characters on it: Buddha Palm Technique.

It’s just that he was too young at the time and didn’t remember what the old man looked like, so Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help but wonder if this was the same sleazy old man.

…

Ye Chenfeng handed the old man a hundred, signaling him to keep the change.

“How could I, a young man, feel right about this?

I am an honest businessman.

I like to earn money with my own two hands; it feels more real that way, just like the breasts of a massage parlor girl…”

Though he said he felt embarrassed, the old man didn’t find it strange at all to stuff the hundred into his pocket.

What puzzled Ye Chenfeng was how this old fellow didn’t seem to feel the cold in such heavy rain, still looking jovial.

With his own build, Yuan wouldn’t find it a problem, but how could this frail-looking man handle it so easily?

Ye Chenfeng, holding a pile of discs, was about to walk away, but the old man rubbed his hands together, “Here’s what I’ll do, seeing as you’re a one-in-a-million good soul, I’ll give you a fortune reading for free!”

“Huh?”

Ye Chenfeng paused in surprise, unable to resist asking, “What the heck, old man, you know how to divine too?”

The old man looked embarrassed, “It’s just a side job.

It never hurts to have more skills.

Sometimes I even moonlight as a delivery guy.

But I assure you, I won’t charge you a penny for today’s reading!”

“Alright then!

Go ahead and show me what you’ve got with your fortune telling,” said Ye Wushuang, finding the old man quite amusing with his side business of divination while selling discs.

The old guy solemnly took out a few rusty coins from his pocket, chanting something confidently before tossing them into the air.

Looking down at the scattered coins on the ground, the old man furrowed his brows and couldn’t help saying, “The seven malevolent stars are in an oblique position, with the ten heavenly stems and eight earthly branches suggesting wood begets forest.

Child, I advise you to keep a low profile in the future, or else being too conspicuous might lead to fatal trouble!”

“Heh heh…”

Ye Wushuang gave a scornful laugh at the old man, thinking how ridiculous it was—could the Forbidden God King of the Dragon Knight Forbidden Army possibly meet with mortal peril?

In the Dark World of the West, there’s a saying: The only person who could kill the Forbidden God King is himself!

“Old man, keep casting your fortunes.

I’m taking off!”

The old man suddenly called out to Ye Chenfeng, “Hey, young man, don’t leave just yet.

I’ve got a brilliant solution that can save you from your deadly fate!”

Hearing this, Ye Chenfeng paused mid-step, then turned around, full of curiosity, and asked, “What’s the solution?”

“Here, I give you the Evil-Expelling Saber.

No need for 9998, not even 998, just for 98, take the Evil-Expelling Saber home!” The old man pulled out a rusty long knife from his ragged sack, which looked no differ than a knife used for slaughtering pigs on a farm.

What a scam!

Ye Chenfeng realized the free fortune telling was just bait, and selling this pig-slaughtering knife was the real deal.

“Fine, fine, fine, you got me!” Ye Chenfeng took out another hundred Silver Dollars and handed it to the old man, “Here, this is for you, keep the two bucks as a tip!”