Inside the Yanwu Gym.
On the second floor corridor, the Third Elder stood beside Chen Feng.
Gazing at the towering Red Tiger True Intent that appeared out of thin air, overlooking coldly, crouching ready to pounce.
The Transford People by Xiang Jianjun’s side had grave expressions, with cold sweat sliding down.
In this day and age, Martial Arts had declined, gradually replaced by transformational technologies and chanical martial techniques.
Nevertheless, there still existed Martial Arts Masters.
Their flesh and strength were on par with steel, their Power as vast as the sea, unafraid of ordinary guns and cannons.
Under the cover of True Intent, invincible, no longer within the reach of Flying Copper Grade Transford People, even if they were equipped with weapon modules.
"Third Uncle..."
Chen Feng had a complex expression.
Honestly, it might be because he had just recently entered the core of the school.
Thus, he really hadn’t anticipated that the Fla Tiger Sect could go to such lengths for him.
"We are not dead yet."
Patting his shoulder, the Third Elder spoke calmly: "If soone wants to ss with our personal disciple, let them try."
Roar!!!
The Tiger Roar erupted, the windows of the entire Martial Arts Hall trembled.
A massive sonic boom rang out as the True Intent Red Tiger stood up in fury.
The terrifying, wide-open mouth appeared before one, scaring Xiang Jianjun and others into a cold sweat.
At the crucial mont, a voice ca through a communication module.
"Director Zhang has ordered a retreat!"
As the words landed, Xiang Jianjun was like a pardoned convict.
"Sorry for the disturbance."
"Let’s go!"
The sound of hurried footsteps rang out, as the Security Bureau’s group left in a disheveled hurry.
Through the window, flying cars were suspending in the air, and drones followed, also retreating.
"What’s going on?"
Chen Feng wondered.
Although Third Uncle was very strong, above the Entering Strength level, even surpassing so Silver Steel Grade Transford People.
But with such a grand setup from the Security Bureau, it didn’t make sense for them to give up so easily.
"Heh."
With a light laugh, the Third Elder seed to know sothing.
"No wonder the Sect Leader told he was coming down the mountain today."
...
"Old Chu, thanks."
Inside a black speeding sedan entering the city area.
Li Tong, dressed in a white robe with red patterns, sat in the back seat, holding the phone by his ear, chuckling.
"Thanks for nothing, tell , how will you return the favor?"
"This ti coming down the mountain, I brought that twenty-year-old Tiger Tonic Wine, how about a drink tonight?" Li Tong laughed in response.
"Oh, you finally are willing to part with it."
"It seems you really favor this disciple of yours."
Li Tong chuckled upon hearing this, but the voice on the other end beca a bit more serious.
"Have your disciple and his friends keep a low profile."
"I can protect him once, doesn’t an I can a second ti..."
"Got it, got it." Li Tong nodded and said a few more words while laughing.
The call eventually ended, he looked out the window.
The buildings receding, with the Safety Bureau’s flying cars passing through midair.
"Li Shi, aren’t we there yet?"
"Almost there, Sect Leader."
...
Ten minutes later.
Inside the Quiet Room of Yanwu Gym.
Facing the slightly chubby old man in a white robe with red patterns, back turned, hands behind him.
All of Chen Feng’s doubts disappeared completely.
"Worrying over such a trivial issue is pointless."
Speaking in a light tone, Li Tong moved to sit by the tea table.
Cao Tong quickly poured him tea, while the Third Elder also sat aside with his eyes closed.
"This newly arrived special representative is called Chu Shihong, a good friend of mine from when I was young."
"He’s now quite prominent in Yun Gang’s General Association; with him intervening, you won’t need to worry about any follow-ups."
Waving his hand, Li Tong took a sip of tea.
Chen Feng listened silently, both surprised by the other’s connections and sowhat grateful internally.
If not for Li Tong’s intervention and protection, he might have had to flee to Nanjiang, or even be pursued by a higher authority from Heavenly Eye.
"Being a Sect Leader for so many years, who doesn’t have so connections?"
"Keep up with your Martial Arts Training. Once you reach Entering Strength, so people will also want to et you."
"And that friend of yours, making quite the scene, try to minimize interactions..."
Li Tong gave a few more stern instructions, Chen Feng nodded in agreent.
Try to avoid activating Green Armor State in the city area from now on...
A thought flitted across his mind.
"By the way, Master."
"Yesterday, soone from Heart Monkey Style ca to , ntioned Blood Poison Hand..."
Chen Feng narrated the events at the club, including his encounter with Heart Monkey Style.
The atmosphere suddenly tensed; the Third Elder, who was initially relaxed, opened his eyes.
"This old bastard, he dared to co back."
His tone was cold, with murderous intent.
Li Tong also appeared less smiling, squinting his eyes.
Seeming to notice Chen Feng’s confusion, he briefly explained the background.
Blood Poison Hand, nad Feng Li, had killed a True Inheritor of the Fla Tiger Sect over ten years ago.
Afterward, Li Tong and the Third Elder pursued separately.
Just when they severely injured and crippled his martial skills, about to kill him, soone suddenly appeared and rescued him, and his whereabouts had been unknown ever since.
"This guy picked up a life back then, and I personally crippled his martial skills."
With a slight frown, Li Tong pondered: "He dares to suddenly co back, must have so tricks."
"Hmm, brother, I think, we might as well..."
The two started discussing in front of Chen Feng, Cao Tong tactfully left the place.
The conversation in the room continued, mainly about dispatching people to investigate, asking each Sub Martial Arts Hall to station a True Inheritor to prevent any reprisals.
"Fellow disciple’s suggestion is not without reason."
"But, guarding against a thief for a thousand days is never as satisfying as eliminating future troubles..."
Suddenly, Li Tong, while talking, shifted his gaze towards Chen Feng.
"Hehe, good disciple."
"This matter, you might need to help out."
...
That day, Chen Feng walked out of the Martial Arts Hall with a strange expression on his face.
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