Chapter Seventy-One The Second Letter

  I unexpectedly made it onto the list, and it's even the click-through rate list. I'm so excited! Although I'm in last place, this is all thanks to everyone's support. The victory goes to everyone's support, sending flowers, and collecting. Thank you for your support, thank you for the flowers, and thank you even more for collecting. Bowing down, next...

  Suddenly he brightened up, snapped his fingers and turned to Oola: "Got it! We have a name that's just perfect for it back home, and that is..."

  He paused for a moment, looked at the crowd with deep meaning, and said slowly: "Akashnikov-47. Also known as AK-47. How about it?" (That xushen classmate, got an AK, safe point huh? ^_^)

  "Ah... what was it again..." Ora struggled to recall the name for half a day, but still couldn't finish saying it. In the end, he gave up with a wave of his hand and said, "Forget it, I don't even understand what you're trying to say."

  Ye Feng said, "In the past, a kid like you who doesn't know how to respect his teacher would have been beaten to death by his teacher. He took a deep breath and patiently explained, "Think about it, this name is so hard to read, isn't it very mysterious?"

  Oola thought for a moment and nodded, saying: "It seems like there is a bit."

  Ye Feng continued, "With the mysterious feeling, people will be curious and pay attention. Once they know, they will show off in front of others who don't know, and it will spread even further. Moreover, look at the back, there is a number 47, which means that at least there are numbers from 1 to 46. 46 Akashinikovs. Isn't this more frightening?"

  Ou La hesitated for a moment, although there were still some things he couldn't understand, but seeing Ye Feng's persistence, he could only reluctantly nod his head and agree.

  He let out a sigh and patted the crossbow in his hand apologetically, saying: "Sorry, I've wronged you somewhat. From now on, your name will be AK-47."

  Just then, a maid came running up, shouting loudly as she ran, but it was impossible to make out what she was saying until she reached their side, by which time her face was scarlet and she was panting for breath.

  Ou La hastily walked over, patted her back with his hand, and helped her catch her breath. The maid took a deep breath and looked at Ye Feng anxiously, saying: "Another letter has been delivered."

  Inside the front hall of the Duke's mansion.

  The sword is out of its scabbard, and the arrow is on the string.

  A tense and solemn atmosphere.

  The guards stood on either side, the position of the governor in the middle was empty, Nia sat in a chair next to it, not looking at the letter in her hand, but instead looked up and down, carefully sizing up someone standing in the middle of the hall.

  The man was about thirty years old, tall and strong in build. He had a headscarf on his head, with a dark complexion, and at first glance, you could tell he was a sailor who made a living on the sea and had experienced many storms.

  Under the gaze of the crowd's killing intent, he remained calm and composed, unhurried and unafraid.

  As the leaves rustled in, the man was calmly drinking a beverage that a maid had brought him.

  Ye Feng saw that the person was still so calm in this situation, and his eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. In his heart, he secretly praised: Indeed, it's an idiot who can remain calm in such a situation, isn't this clearly telling others, "I'm very awesome, very important, hurry up and kill me!"

  Nia saw Ye Feng come in and hastily stood up, handing the letter in her hand to his, saying: "Another letter has arrived, take a look."

  Ye Feng unfolded the letter and took a glance, seeing that there were only a few words written in a flamboyant style: I'm fine, don't worry. Below was the signature of the duke. He asked Nia, "Is this really the duke's handwriting?"

  Nia nodded and said, "It's a letter written by my father himself."

  That person saw Nia value Ye Feng so much, put down the cup in his hand, took a look at Ye Feng, and said with hatred: "You must be Lord Ye of the Red Blood Dragon Rider?"

  Ye Feng quietly took the letter and nodded, saying: "I am Ye Feng, I don't know your honorable surname and name."

  That man smiled and said: "My humble name is not worth mentioning, it's better if you don't know, sir."

  Diana, who was standing beside him, could no longer hold back. She suddenly stood up and let out a loud cry. The guards immediately drew their long swords, their eyes filled with murderous intent fixed on the man. They were just waiting for someone to give the order before they would rush over and chop him into pieces.

  That man forced a smile and threatened in a veiled manner: "This is your hospitality, you should know that the Duke is still in our hands."

  Ye Feng couldn't help but smile wryly at the sight, feeling that his guards were really subpar, just like the small-time henchmen in "Taking Tiger Mountain". And with so many people attacking together, it only made their opponent look more like a heroic figure, like Yang Zirong who was upright and fearless.

  He waved his hand lightly, indicating that everyone should put away their swords. Diana glared at him fiercely and then sat down again with a huff.

  Yefeng didn't mind, and asked casually, as if chatting with an old friend: "Is the Duke doing well where you are?"

  That man smiled like a wolf, revealing his yellow teeth, and replied with a straight face: "Don't worry, sir. The Duke is doing well now, we don't dare to be negligent, he has mountain delicacies and seafood every day, and he still has the interest in writing his poems."

  Ye Feng nodded and said, "Mm, that's good. By the way, when are you going to need food? We'll prepare it too."

  "That man suddenly said: 'Now is the time. You send a ship to transport grain to the Black Rock Island in the sea, and then we will notify people to send a ship to pick up the goods.'"

  Nina only hoped that the duke would return safely, and didn't care about anything else. She stood up and said: "Alright, I'll..."

  Ye Feng hastily interrupted her and said: "It's just that our preparations are still not quite sufficient, so we hope you can wait a little longer."

  Nia looked at him in surprise for two seconds, but didn't say anything else.

  That man sneered and said, "If I hadn't received the news that you're almost ready, I wouldn't have come personally. If you don't plan on giving it to me now, then this trip would be meaningless."

  He took a step forward, his voice low and menacing, "And the safety of the Duke can no longer be guaranteed."

  Niya heard his ominous words and couldn't help but shudder, turning her head to gaze at Ye Feng with a look of trepidation.

  Ye Feng looked at the man and patiently explained, "Five hundred thousand bags of grain is not a small number after all. We need time to collect them. Moreover, transporting such a large amount of grain at one time also requires mobilizing many ships, which also takes time."

  That man stepped forward and said, "You can transport a portion of it first. There must be three thousand bags, right?"

  Ye Feng looked at him in surprise and said, "Looking at how handsome you are, it's definitely not your first time out. If I transport the grain and the duke gets torn apart by you guys, wouldn't that be a huge loss for me?"

  Yefeng said word by word: "Unless we see the duke, we won't send out a single grain of food."

  "That man said: 'Although we are pirates, but also is not untrustworthy. As long as the grain is transported out, I can swear to heaven that we will definitely release the Duke.'"

  Ye Feng spread his hands and said, "Sorry, I don't trust your credit. As for him, a pirate who doesn't even dare to reveal his name, I trust his oath even less."

  His face flashed with anger, and he said coldly: "Alright, I'll give you three more days. In three days, I'll be back. If the grain isn't ready by then, don't blame us for being ruthless."

  After finishing speaking, he turned his head and walked away.

  The two guards at the gate stepped forward simultaneously, drawing their long swords and blocking his path.

  He turned around and glared at Ye Feng, saying: "What do you mean by this?"

  Ye Feng waved his hand, and two guards saluted, sheathing their long swords and retreating.

  That person saw the situation, let out a cold snort and said: "Don't forget, three days."

  Sorry about that, baluk324. You didn't guess correctly this time.