Due to concerns about Feng Jun's safety, all White Egret Drones were subjected to mandatory inspections. The final result was that only two trackers were found on the White Egret Drone Feng Jun used for travel; no others were found on the remaining White Egret Drones for now.
It seemed the problem wasn't with the White Lotus Sect, but rather with a spy who had infiltrated Feng Jun's inner circle. However, the search radius was very small; only a few people knew about Feng Jun's movements at the time, and even including the Imperial Guards and outer executors, it was no more than thirty or forty people.
Song Peng was very remorseful about this incident because the UAV Feng Jun rode took off from Longmen Town, and Song Peng was responsible for the initial planning. After this problem surfaced, Song Zhan could be considered the primary person responsible.
Looking at Song Peng, Feng Jun didn't say much to blame him. Although Song Zhan had served as a soldier before the war, he was an amateur when it came to espionage and counter-espionage. After all, most people in the wasteland were straightforward and reckless, and mutual espionage between parties was less common.
"This has already happened, and it serves as a good reminder for us. You don't need to be too hard on yourself; just handle the follow-up properly," Feng Jun said, patting Song Peng's shoulder. "There's no need for a big fuss; handle it quietly. The other side definitely didn't send just one person; you can seize this opportunity to uproot them completely."
"Understood, Boss. But since the Blood Bell Gang dared to send people to do something like this, should we respond in kind?" Song Zhan asked.
"You decide for yourself; just get the job done," Feng Jun said.
As for Chen Jianbin, after all intelligence was extracted from him, he no longer had any use. After being fitted with a slave collar, he was sent to the Anti-corpse liquid production factory. There, he could only work as a low-level slave with no protective gear; if he was scratched or infected, he could be directly used as a zombie culture medium to cultivate anti-corpse bacteria.
At this moment, inside a missile silo in Huaicheng District, Fang Xinglong and Chen Daosheng were dining together. The food on the table was similar to what Feng Jun used to entertain Chen Daosheng, but the wine was far inferior. Because Feng Jun strictly controlled the external sales of alcohol, the only alcoholic beverages available in Huai City were some self-brewed beers or spirits.
"Thanks to Daoist Chen's generous assistance this time, once all the materials are in place, I can begin my plan. After it succeeds, the White Lotus Sect will be free to proselytize in Huai City and around Shangqing City," Fang Xinglong said, raising his glass to Chen Daosheng.
Chen Daosheng maintained his gentle and refined demeanor, with two masked maidservants still standing behind him. "I wish Daoist Fang success in advance. At that time, you might consider converting directly to our White Lotus Sect; then you could also serve as the local bishop and return to the embrace of the Silent Mother."
"Easily said, easily said. As long as I control Huai City, all of this can be considered," Fang Xinglong said with a smile, his fleshy face twitching. While speaking, Fang Xinglong continuously ate the dishes on the table. Today's main course was a mutated wild boar; although the meat quality and texture were poor, the Blackwater Merchant Guild had obtained many seasonings from Longmen Town, and after careful cooking, it was no longer so difficult to swallow. Fang Xinglong rarely got to eat like this.
After a few bites, Chen Daosheng lost his appetite and interest. Although the dishes on the table looked decent, the taste was far inferior to the meal Feng Jun treated him to in Longmen Town, and the wine here was also far worse than the wine in Longmen Town. So, after a few perfunctory exchanges with Fang Xinglong, Chen Daosheng excused himself, claiming he had other matters to attend to.
After Chen Daosheng left, Fang Xinglong remained seated alone at the dining table, gorging himself. His massive body was like a bottomless pit; describing him as a glutton would not be an exaggeration.
Picking up a pig leg bone as thick as an adult's forearm, Fang Xinglong raised his head, opened his mouth, and directly shoved the thirty-centimeter leg bone down his throat. With just two simple chews, he swallowed it whole. Any other person would likely have had their throat punctured by the bone, spitting blood and dying, but Fang Xinglong had no such worries. His entire body was almost pure muscle, and even his internal organs had grown mutated muscles. The pig leg bone was crushed by the muscles in his esophagus before it even reached his stomach, then corroded and absorbed by stomach acid.
Growing such terrifying muscles came at a cost; Fang Xinglong's craving for food far exceeded that of ordinary Evolvers. In the Blood Bell Gang, whenever he had free time, he would sit down and eat, and he particularly enjoyed eating mutated creatures. Some mutated animals that would kill ordinary people upon consumption were a delicacy in his mouth.
Just as he was feasting, a nearby door opened, and a soldier in military uniform entered. This soldier was exceptionally tall and robust, over two meters in height. One of his eyes had been replaced with a mechanical prosthetic eye, and his face was expressionless, showing no hint of emotion.
"Chen Jianbin failed. Feng Jun has returned to his base in the south," a voice, a mix of human and mechanical electronics, came from the soldier's mouth.
Hearing the voice, Fang Xinglong didn't pause at all, continuing to devour the food on the table. Only after he had crammed the last piece of meat into his mouth did he let out a satisfied burp, wiped his mouth, and then said, "Is Chen Jianbin alive or dead? Has he returned?"
"No, he appears to have been captured. Our informant has not yet sent back any other intelligence," the soldier replied mechanically.
"Useless. And he exposed my spy in Longmen Town," Fang Xinglong said, wiping his mouth and standing up. When his massive body stood, his head almost touched the ceiling; the over two-meter-tall soldier was still a head shorter than him.
"Don't worry about Longmen Town for now; focus your energy on Huai City. I'll soon be able to pluck the fruit of victory," Fang Xinglong said. He then stomped his foot, and the entire room vibrated under his immense strength, as if he could collapse this floor if he exerted himself.
Feeling the room shake, Fang Xinglong was very pleased with his strength. As an Evolver who had evolved in the direction of physical prowess, his strength had rapidly increased recently. All of this was thanks to the people from the White Lotus Sect; if they hadn't approached him and provided him with a peculiar fruit called Nirvana Fruit, he wouldn't have evolved to such an extent within a month. Just yesterday, Fang Xinglong personally tested it: he could punch through a Power Armor with his bare hands. To possess such power, perhaps only a Mutant could rival him.