N-M Chapter 236 The Black Dragon Society? A Swarm of Flies! The Desperate Request of the Guardian of the
Chapter 236 The Black Dragon Society? A Swarm of Flies! The Desperate Request of the Guardian of the
The hasty probing by overseas martial arts forces is like a pebble thrown into a deep pool.
Although it was only a touch of the surface of the pool that shattered it into pieces by an incomprehensible force, the ripples it created were keenly detected by the precision instruments of the China Special Operations Team.
Beijing, 300 meters underground, the headquarters of the special operations team.
The air in Li Zhenguo's office was more oppressive than the rocks deep underground.
On the screen in front of him, a glaring red energy peak curve pulsed on its own, like a poisonous needle piercing his eyeball.
"Team leader, the energy analysis results are in."
The deputy's voice was dry, with a tremor he himself was unaware of.
"This energy fluctuation is at least an order of magnitude stronger than the last one. If the last one was like a firecracker, this one... is like a precision-guided Tomahawk missile."
"The intruders have been preliminarily identified as the Japanese 'Black Dragon Society'."
Black Dragon Society.
Li Zhenguo tapped his fingers on the cold alloy tabletop, producing a dull sound.
This name represents a behemoth lurking in the shadows of the Japanese martial arts world, whose ambitions have never been satisfied with the small island nation.
"It's Lin Fan's courtyard house again."
Li Zhenguo's gaze finally fell on the red dot on the map marked as the highest threat level, his tone filled with exhaustion and helplessness.
That place has become an inexplicable, undetectable, and unconfrontational black hole.
"Team leader, should we... upgrade the level of our investigation into Mr. Lin?" the deputy asked with difficulty.
Li Zhenguo remained silent for a long time before finally shaking his head.
"No, downgrade."
"Demotion?" The deputy was stunned.
"All physical reconnaissance of the courtyard houses has been cancelled, and the monitoring range has been expanded to 500 meters outside the courtyard walls, which has been designated as an absolute no-go zone."
Li Zhenguo leaned back in his chair, rubbing his throbbing temples.
"What kind of report did our people write?"
"The report... is very strange." The deputy pulled up another document. "They said that Mr. Lin is just an ordinary young man who spends his days drinking tea, reading newspapers, walking his birds, and playing with his dog."
"but……"
"But what?"
"But all the detectives mentioned one thing: they couldn't look directly at that courtyard. Some said that if their gaze lingered there for more than three seconds, they felt as if their soul was being ripped out. Others said that the old locust tree in the courtyard, its shadow... seemed alive."
Li Zhen's heart clenched.
These descriptions go beyond the realm of martial arts and superpowers, and are closer to... mythology.
"Continue to monitor the Black Dragon Society and make them our primary target."
Li Zhenguo gave the order, his voice hoarse.
"As for Mr. Lin's courtyard house... let's pretend it doesn't exist."
But a voice inside him roared: This might be the only answer to all the mysteries.
A storm is brewing in the Chinese martial arts world.
The question of whether or not one can remain uninvolved is not about that courtyard house.
It is itself the eye of the storm.
He picked up the red encrypted phone and dialed a long-forgotten number.
"Old Fang, the political landscape in Beijing is about to change."
On the other end of the phone came an aged voice that seemed to have been eroded by time.
"It's not just changed, Old Li. The sky is falling. All the koi I kept in the yard turned belly up this morning, their heads facing northwest as if they were paying homage."
To the northwest lies Lin Fan's courtyard house.
"That little girl from the Fang family, Fang Qingxue, is she still hanging around there?" Li Zhenguo cut to the chase.
"Yeah, she's like she's possessed, going there every day. She says she's looking for clues to some 'dragon vein ruins'." Old Fang's voice carried a hint of helplessness. "She thinks that courtyard is the 'dragon eye' of the dragon vein."
"Has she been in contact with anyone inside?"
"I only chatted with that chef named He Yuzhu for a few minutes." Old Fang paused, seemingly choosing his words carefully. "She said that the chef had a 'vegetarian smell' about him, and just smelling it could loosen up her decades-long stagnation a little."
Li Zhenguo's fingers clenched instantly.
Even the smoky aroma emanating from a cook could cause the cultivation of the Fang family's proud daughter to weaken?
This is no secret; it's a miracle!
"Old Fang, we can't wait any longer." Li Zhenguo's tone was resolute and left no room for argument. "I want to see Mr. Lin. Do you have any way to arrange a formal meeting?"
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.
After a long while, the old man finally sighed, a sigh that seemed to drain all his energy and spirit.
"Old Li, are you telling me to go knock on the gates of heaven and ask the gods if they're free for a simple meal tonight?"
"But now, the sky is falling! Even the gods can't just stand by and watch!"
"Alright..." Old Fang's voice was filled with bitterness, "I'll give it a try. But I can't guarantee that the Heavenly Gate... won't open."
Li Zhenguo hung up the phone and slumped weakly into his chair.
He knew that this was his last and only hope as a guardian of China.
And this moment.
Inside the courtyard, Lin Fan, sitting in a rocking chair, slowly opened his eyes.
He did not hear that desperate phone call.
Just now, a gentle breeze blew a speck of dust from Li Zhenguo's office, 500 meters away, into his yard.
The dust was stained with the man's anxiety, resolve, and last glimmer of hope.
"Are we having guests again?"
He stretched and looked at the old locust tree in the corner of the yard with some annoyance.
"Did that scare you just now? A leaf fell off, really."
"Peaceful days are always so short."
He waved his hand casually.
An invisible barrier once again enveloped the entire courtyard.
This time, it's a tiny bit thicker than before.
It seemed to be solely to prevent any more dust from being blown in.