<h4>Chapter 1105: Chapter 1112: Little Fei</h4>


    "I’m now a cripple. Even if I go back, they won’t want me. You’re still young. Since you’ve already made your decision, I won’t say much. Actually, what you said earlier is quite right. To Chen Quan, the two of us are not important. He values Zhu Hong’s cunning and scheming, not our loyalty." Song Mingzhe’s tone was very helpless.


    "Uncle Song, you rest assured here and recover from your injuries. When you’re healed, we’ll leave here together." Chu Huaiyang said.


    Song Mingzhe nodded, handed a finger-length wooden flute to Chu Huaiyang, and instructed: "I can’t take care of Little Fei during this time, so please look after it for me and make sure nothing happens to it."


    "Uncle Song, don’t worry, I’ll take good care of it." Chu Huaiyang knew who Song Mingzhe meant by ’Little Fei’; it was that falcon. It was Song Mingzhe’s pride, and he spent countless time and energy to tame it.


    As a falcon, and a king among falcons, it’s not onlyrge in size but also has an astonishing appetite, eating over ten pounds of meat at each meal. Because this is East Sea City where wild birds are scarce, it’s simply not suitable for foraging. Song Mingzhe had to prepare food every day.


    The two chatted for a while, but due to the severe injuries, Song Mingzhe couldn’t sit for long and had to rest more.


    Upon leaving the hospital room, Chu Huaiyang saw Ling Chen waiting outside and gratefully said thanks. He knew very well that if it were any other opponent, they wouldn’t waste time and energy on them, but would kill them directly. So, Chu Huaiyang was deeply grateful to Ling Chen.


    "You’re wee." Ling Chen smiled lightly, then looked at the wooden flute in Chu Huaiyang’s hand. Curiously, Ling Chen asked, "What is this?"


    "Uncle Song gave it to me, to summon his falcon." After a pause, Chu Huaiyang said, "Ling Chen, could you help me with something?"


    "No problem, just tell me. As long as it’s something I can do."


    The next morning.


    On a high-rise building at the base’s surface, Ling Chen and Chu Huaiyang stood together, watching the sun rise slowly in the east.


    "It’s about time." Chu Huaiyang took out the wooden flute given by Song Mingzhest night and began to blow gently. The tune of the flute was very simple, but the sound was very clear. Ling Chen watched from the side, feeling a bit strange. Could it be that just the sound of this flute could attract the falcon?


    The sound of this flute could at most spread within a hundred meters. To attract that falcon in East Sea City was nothing short of a dream. Even with a loudspeaker, it probably wouldn’t work. But soon, a magical scene appeared. A small ck dot suddenly appeared in the sky.


    As the ck dot got closer, Ling Chen finally saw its full appearance.


    Falcon!


    Wow... Ling Chen marveled secretly. It’s so incredible that, separated by such a distance, the falcon could hear the sound of the flute.


    Soon, the falcon flew closer, and its size becamerger. Seeing the falcon flying towards them, Ling Chen quickly stepped back. Apanied by a sharp cry, the falcon pped its wings and graduallynded in front of Chu Huaiyang.


    Judging by the falcon’s appearance, it seemed quite familiar with Chu Huaiyang. It didn’t harm him, but instead, rubbed its head against his clothes friendly.


    Seeing this, Ling Chen immediately picked up the bucket beside him and took the freshly prepared pork over, pouring it in front of the falcon.


    However, what surprised Ling Chen was that the falcon looked at the meat on the ground but didn’t immediately start eating, seeming... very cautious.


    Seeing this scene, Ling Chen couldn’t help but smile. They say animals have intelligence, and now it seems it’s true.


    Chu Huaiyang gently stroked the falcon’s head and said, "It’s okay to eat."


    The falcon seemed to understand Chu Huaiyang’s words, cheerfully chirped, then picked up a piece of fresh meat and directly swallowed it.


    "This falcon is called Little Fei. Uncle Song spent a long time training it."


    Ling Chen nodded, somewhat envious. Not everyone can own such a falcon. Falcons are birds of prey with very strong attack power, very difficult to tame. Moreover, a falcon as tall as a person when standing is even rarer.


    Watching the gluttonous falcon, the meticulous Ling Chen suddenly noticed that something seemed imnted on the falcon’s head.


    "What is this?"


    "A locator, at least that’s what Uncle Song told me." Chu Huaiyang picked up the wooden flute in his hand, "This wooden flute contains a chip, and the locator can receive the signal from the chip to help Little Fei identify the location. In a way, it’s a kind of high-tech product."


    That makes sense!


    Ling Chen suddenly realized, no wonder this falcon could find their location; it turns out it was through such an electronic device. Earlier, he thought the falcon came over just by hearing the flute sound.


    "Can I touch it?" Ling Chen asked. He was very interested in such a rare falcon. If he could have one by his side, it would be so cool.


    Sneaky Ling Chen thought to himself.


    "It should be fine. You can try it. However, you should be careful. It’s a bit shy; if a stranger touches it, it will regard them as an enemy and attack. Usually, when Uncle Song feeds it, I’m nearby, so it’s quite familiar with me."


    Hearing this, Ling Chen nodded and cautiously reached out, cing his hand on the falcon’s head. As soon as he touched the head feathers, the falcon seemed extremely startled, quickly spreading its wings and looking at Ling Chen alertly.


    "Little Fei, don’t be afraid, it’s okay, he won’t hurt you." Chu Huaiyang quickly said, calming the falcon’s emotions.


    "Ling Chen,e, I’ll help you." Saying this, Chu Huaiyang took Ling Chen’s hand, gently cing it on the falcon’s head, stroking it up and down. Perhaps because Chu Huaiyang was there, the falcon didn’t react much and continued concentrating on its food.


    Seeing the falcon calm down, Chu Huaiyang removed his hand, allowing Ling Chen to control it himself. Stroking the falcon’s feathers, smooth and soft, made Ling Chen’s interest grow even stronger.


    "Hey! Do you know how to get along with it?" Ling Chen asked enthusiastically.


    Chu Huaiyang thought for a moment and said, "I remember Uncle Song once said that Little Fei loves massages. If someone massages it, it’ll develop a fondness for them. How about, do you want to try it?"


    Ha! Ling Chen couldn’t help butugh.


    Unbelievable, this falcon knows how to enjoy itself.


    With newfound interest, Ling Chen followed Chu Huaiyang’s instructions and gently stroked Little Fei’s wings. Under Ling Chen’s actions, Little Fei seemed to enjoy it, lying directly on the ground, spreading its wings, letting Ling Chen do as he pleased.