Chapter 139: 【139】Let’s go, I’ll take you to see a good show_1
Tang Feng saw the ugly grimace on Ma Youming’s face and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“Old man, you were just too greedy.”

“If you had just come up with 5 million, I would have sold you the wild mountain ginseng, and you could have at least owed Mr. Ouyang a favor. Now, sorry to say, even if you offer 10 million, I won’t sell it.”

“You said it, just don’t regret it later.”

Ma Youming, seeing Tang Feng’s unyielding stance and the absence of room for negotiation, immediately dropped a cruel threat before seeking out the Zhonghai Clubhouse staff to spill the beans.

Before he had taken two steps, however, Tang Feng’s fingertips suddenly flicked two small stones.

“Tut-tut…”

Ma Youming felt numbness in his knees and collapsed to the ground with a “thud,” filled with shock and rage, “You brat, are you trying to kill and silence me?”

Mao Anyi was also startled by Tang Feng’s actions, “Tang Feng, don’t be impulsive.”

Even if Ma Youming went to the Zhonghai Clubhouse people and exposed them, it wouldn’t be the end of the world—they could simply return the wild mountain ginseng.

But if a life was lost, the situation would become a major problem.

“Kill and silence? You’re thinking too much. You are already an old coot, not long for this world; why would I waste my youth and future over someone like you?”

Tang Feng slowly walked over and squatted down in front of Ma Youming, “I have plenty of ways to keep you silent.”

“What… what are you going to do?” Ma Youming’s face went pale, and his body trembled violently.

Without replying, Tang Feng reached into Ma Youming’s bosom and quickly pulled out an elegant wooden box.

The box was roughly the size of a palm and made of golden phoebe wood, its surface carved with exquisite bas-reliefs.

“Give it back to me.” Ma Youming instantly grew anxious and lunged forward to snatch it back.

Tang Feng dodged backward and opened the wooden box.

Inside, it was filled with silver needles.

These needles had a fine dragon twining around the tail, all painstakingly hand-carved and incredibly exquisite.

His earlier system scan had unintentionally detected the existence of these needles.

According to information from the system, these needles were called “Panlong Needles,” a set that had been passed down for a hundred years.

Using this set of silver needles for acupuncture therapy would provide much better results than ordinary ones.

They were treasures that one couldn’t buy with money.

It was clear that Ma Youming considered this set of needles a treasure, carrying them with him even when he went out.

“Don’t worry, I’m not as shameless as you, I won’t covet others’ possessions no matter how nice they are,” Tang Feng pinched a needle and examined it closely,

“As long as you promise not to spread the word about the wild mountain ginseng, I’ll let you go.”

Ma Youming’s eyes whirled around restlessly and finally, he nodded, “Fine, I promise.”

Only then did Tang Feng show a smile, patted him on the shoulder and said, “That’s more like it. Why couldn’t you be this cooperative from the beginning?”

After saying this, he closed the box and placed it back in Ma Youming’s bosom.

Ma Youming, filled with uncertainty, climbed up from the ground, “Can I… can I leave now?”

“You can. I trust that Mr. Ma’s word is his bond, and if he says he won’t tell, then he won’t.”

Tang Feng nodded, not stopping him.

Ma Youming took a tentative step and, seeing no obstruction from Tang Feng, bravely walked toward the front yard, picking up speed until he broke into a run.

It was hard to imagine someone in their sixties or seventies could move so spryly.

“He’s definitely going to snitch,” Mao Anyi said, looking at Ma Youming’s retreating figure with some worry.

“I know,” Tang Feng nodded coolly.

“You know? Then why did you let him go?” Mao Anyi was immediately puzzled.

“What else could I do? Actually kill and silence him?” Tang Feng couldn’t help but look at her, barely suppressing a chuckle.

Mao Anyi found herself at a loss for words; indeed, the situation was tricky.

Surely they couldn’t actually kill and silence someone over a wild mountain ginseng, could they?

“Come on, I’ll take you to see a good show,” Tang Feng suddenly grabbed Mao Anyi’s hand and led her towards the front yard.

Mao Anyi was startled, instinctively trying to pull her hand back.

But Tang Feng’s grip was firm, and after struggling briefly without freeing her hand, she blushed deeply.

Stealthily glancing at him, she noticed his gaze was pure, not as if he was intentionally taking advantage of her.

It seemed she was overthinking things.

With the opportunity presented last night, he hadn’t done anything to her, so why would he take this little advantage now?

He was a true gentleman, and she had always thought of him in such a sordid way.

She even began to despise herself a bit.

If Tang Feng knew he was seen as a paragon of virtue in her eyes, he would probably burst out laughing.

If he was a paragon of virtue, then all the people in the world would be moral exemplars.

Meanwhile, Ma Youming had hurried back to the Zhonghai Clubhouse.

He intended to expose those two.

The wild mountain ginseng was found in Zhonghai Clubhouse’s backyard and rightfully belonged to them.

It was a top-grade medicinal material worth more than five million—the clubhouse would certainly not ignore this.

“If I can’t have it, neither can you,” he thought smugly.

“I need to talk to your boss,” he rushed to the reception at the clubhouse and shouted at the two receptionists.

“Sir, what do you need our boss for?” one of the female receptionists asked, hurrying to her feet.

“I…”

Ma Youming was just about to spill the beans, but at that moment, something strange happened.

He lost his voice!

Though his mouth was moving, not a sound came from his throat.

This bizarre incident startled not only the receptionists but also Ma Youming himself.

He tried everything he could, but his voice would not come out.

What in the world was happening? Had he seen a ghost?

As he stood there bewildered, he saw Tang Feng and Mao Anyi approaching side by side.

Ma Youming saw the two of them and felt as if he had seen ghosts, scared out of his wits.

Especially Tang Feng, whose lips curled with an innocuous smile.

But this charming smile, in Ma Youming’s eyes, was more terrifying than any demon.

He collapsed on the spot.

“Miss Mao,” the two receptionists recognised Mao Anyi and hurriedly greeted her.

Mao Anyi returned to her usual graceful demeanor, nodding in acknowledgment to the two.

Inside, her thoughts were tumultuous.

She had no idea how Tang Feng had managed to make Ma Youming speechless.

It was practically magic!