togophonebook Chapter 226 Turbulent Times Rise in the Capital, The Idle Man Lin Fan Awaits His Move
Chapter 226 Turbulent Times Rise in the Capital, The Idle Man Lin Fan Awaits His Move
The tranquility within the courtyard was an "illusion" created by Lin Fan himself.
However, the world outside the walls has never truly been peaceful.
As Lin Fan's strength continued to rise, he increasingly sensed that this seemingly ordinary modern city was actually rife with unrest.
The traces of extraordinary power were far more numerous than he had imagined.
The martial arts world of the capital has been a place where masters have emerged since ancient times.
In this seemingly peaceful era, various martial arts schools and styles are still secretly competing for resources and influence.
Lin Fan's divine sense could easily cover the entire capital city.
He noticed that the martial arts atmosphere in the capital had suddenly become tense recently.
A mix of local and exotic influences is quietly seeping in.
Some of them possess an exotic wildness, while others exude a technological coldness.
Others emanate some ancient and mysterious energy fluctuations.
Fang Qingxue, the young lady of a secretive international martial arts family, although her memories were corrected by Lin Fan, her sensitivity to martial arts and her drive for her family's mission have not disappeared.
She still remembers that she came to China to investigate a rare treasure related to ancient martial arts relics.
She simply forgot how close she had come to the truth, and Lin Fan's true power.
Today, she is still traveling around Beijing.
She used her family's intelligence network to try to find clues.
She often passed by Lin Fan's courtyard house.
Every time she passed by, a strange tremor would rise in her heart, as if something important was there, or as if some important memory had been forgotten.
She would unconsciously glance at the tightly closed door a few more times.
But in the end, he left with a hint of confusion.
"Young Miss, we have investigated several locations that may be related to the 'Dragon Vein Relics,' but we have found nothing." Fang Qingxue's bodyguard, a tall man, respectfully reported to her.
Fang Qingxue's eyebrows furrowed slightly.
Her intuition told her that the clues to the ruins were far from simple.
She always felt that she had missed some crucial information.
"Continue the investigation." Fang Qingxue's tone was cold, her eyes gleaming with a probing light.
"Don't overlook any abnormalities."
She always felt that the ancient city of Beijing held secrets far beyond her imagination.
At the same time, Li Zhenguo, the head of the Huaxia Special Operations Group, also felt unprecedented pressure.
His intelligence agents have recently reported several unusual incidents.
During a martial arts competition, a martial arts master suddenly displayed superhuman strength, seemingly using some forbidden secret technique.
An archaeological team encountered strange energy fluctuations while excavating ancient ruins, causing several team members to suffer mental breakdowns.
What worries him even more is that some notorious international organizations specializing in superpowers have recently been sending people to infiltrate China.
Their objective is unclear.
But Li Zhenguo knew it was definitely not a good thing.
"Team leader, we suspect that a powerful force is secretly plotting in the capital," Li Zhenguo's deputy, a capable young man, reported with a solemn expression.
Li Zhenguo tapped the table, his heart heavy.
He always felt that these unusual events all seemed to point to the same central issue.
Lin Fan's courtyard house unconsciously came to mind.
That mysterious Mr. Lin.
He had sent people to investigate, but each time they returned empty-handed.
The investigators will only bring back reports about Lin Fan's "ordinary" life and some vague impressions of Lin Fan's "unfathomable" nature.
Li Zhenguo always felt that the courtyard and Mr. Lin were definitely not simple people.
"Continue to monitor all suspicious forces in the capital," Li Zhenguo ordered in a deep voice.
"Especially those martial arts organizations and superhumans from outside the region."
"Also, maintain the highest level of covert surveillance over Lin Fan's courtyard house. Don't alert him, but report any unusual activity immediately."
He had a vague feeling that the courtyard house might be the center of all the mysteries.
Meanwhile, in the neighboring courtyard...
Grandpa Wang was sitting under a tree with several old neighbors, enjoying the cool shade, fanning himself with palm-leaf fans and smoking a pipe.
"Hey, have you heard? Things haven't been peaceful in the capital lately," Old Wang said in a low, mysterious voice.
"What's wrong, Lao Wang? What's the latest news?" Uncle Yan Bugui, with his sharp ears, immediately came over.
Although his memories were "corrected" by Lin Fan, his gossipy nature remained unchanged.
"Hey, I heard that a lot of foreigners have come here recently, all of them so arrogant, saying they want to come to China to 'exchange martial arts'." Old Wang spat and exhaled a smoke ring.
"I think they're just here to cause trouble!"
Xu Damao listened to what Old Wang had to say from the side.
Although he stammered and couldn't speak clearly, his eyes were full of disdain.
He had previously met some foreign "martial artists," but in his opinion, they were all just showing off.
"Old Wang, don't talk nonsense," Uncle Liu Haizhong said, putting on an official air.
"They're here to exchange ideas; it's not as complicated as you make it out to be."
"What do you know!" Old Wang retorted, displeased.
"When I was young, I spent a few years in the martial arts world. Those foreigners, they were all scheming, how could they be genuinely trying to exchange ideas? I think they just wanted to probe the depths of Chinese martial arts!"
As Old Wang spoke, his gaze unconsciously swept over Lin Fan's yard.
He always felt that this courtyard was somehow connected to those "martial arts" matters.
But he couldn't remember what the connection was.
Lin Fan lay on the rocking chair.
The divine sense took all of this into its ears.
He knew that the peaceful days would not last long.
Those restless organizations of superhumans, those international martial arts forces with ulterior motives.
They are like sharks that have smelled blood, slowly approaching.
The capital city, this ancient land, is about to face a real storm.
His courtyard house was destined to be involved.
A playful smile curved Lin Fan's lips.
He likes peace and quiet.
But that doesn't mean he's afraid of trouble.
He just needs a reason.
One reason that made him "take action" again.
He knew that this reason would soon emerge.