Chapter 120: Chapter 114 Chase Part 1 Chapter 120: Chapter 114 Chase Part 1 Lin Fei suddenly thought of the person from headquarters who was initially supposed to support him but had never shown up. Lin Fei was well aware that the headquarters could not possibly know that he had killed a C-level fighter like Andrew, but strangely, when he had arranged the meeting place with Sis, the headquarters staff definitely knew about it but did not arrive on time. They also did not inquire about the outcome of the fight afterward.

It couldn’t be that they didn’t care! So, the only possibility was that they were not sure whether the support fighter had managed to arrive in time, after all, with Sis’s strength, it was unlikely for anyone nearby to monitor him without being detected.

That is to say, this support fighter had not reported back to headquarters.

The bus went directly to the building where the Swordsmanship Club was located. Until Lin Fei got off, he had not spoken a word to that person. Presumably, the other party also knew his intent, but neither had initiated a conversation.

The location of the Swordsmanship Club building was very bustling, surrounded by various shops and entertainment venues, and there was also a business firm across the street. It was also at a T-junction.

“Today you’ll continue to learn maintenance knowledge from Zhao Xue, I have other matters, just come to find me in the Third Sword Room at noon,” Lin Fei instructed Jiang Nan.

“Okay.” Jiang Nan had been spending her days like this recently, currently mainly familiarizing herself with and studying the relevant work knowledge. Then, she would spend every day alone in the reading room reading books.

Upon entering the building, two pretty girls who looked rather inexperienced stood behind the reception counter.

“Instructor, good morning.” Although the two girls were about the same age as Lin Fei, they naturally referred to him with honorifics.

This was a rule Chen Chen had set before hiring them. In the Club, it was mandatory to use professional titles when addressing others. Everyone who was senior in rank had to be addressed with honorifics. This small demand for an otherwise easy job with good pay was just an additional condition, and naturally, the employees had no complaints.

“Good morning.” Lin Fei, despite his young age, addressed the two girls as if he was not speaking to peers but was interacting with them in a elder’s demeanor.

As time progressed, recently the staff of the Swordsmanship Club had started to increase. The recruited staff had already grown to over ten people, making the Club livelier.

Lin Fei walked straight to the elevator, with Jiang Nan standing behind him, and a young man who also seemed to be newly recruited appeared to be a bit nervous seeing Lin Fei. After all, everyone could see this instructor coming to the Club to practice swordsmanship daily. Almost everyone recognized him.

The corridor on the second floor already had several staff members moving about. Jiang Nan went directly to the reading room to find Zhao Xue, who was temporarily in charge of managing and organizing the reading room because of Jiang Nan’s matter.

Lin Fei pushed open the door of the management office.

In the spacious office, the deep black curtains were pulled apart at both sides, a mahogany desk placed right in the center, and a potted bonsai stood in the corner. Chen Chen was sitting at the desk flipping through something.

“How is it? Have you decided?” Lin Fei closed the door and sat on a leather chair to the side.

“Almost, I have preliminarily selected three people. Take a look,” Chen Chen stood up, walked towards Lin Fei, and handed over the documents he was holding.

Lin Fei flipped through them.

“Zhao Yu, Feng Yuanshu, Luo Fang. Who do you favor?” Lin Fei casually flipped through the documents and asked.

“Feng Yuanshu,” Chen Chen replied calmly.

“Reason?”

“Although his records are not extensive, he should be the strongest one,” Chen Chen returned to the desk to pick up a document. “This is his crime record since he joined the Club.”

Lin Fei skimmed the document and saw it clearly written, Feng Yuanshu was driven to desperation in the business world because of schemes that forced his rivals into a corner. However, because of a coincidental accident, a private detective investigating an extramarital affair found out that he was the real mastermind. Subsequently, his rival actively sought him out, and after a struggle, he accidentally committed murder.

“Let him come see me,” he decided, standing up.

Recently, his True Force Core seemed somewhat abnormal. Last night, while speaking with Xu Ke, he suddenly felt an unusual sensation coming from a certain direction, seemingly related to his True Force Core. For a long time, due to the green seed, his original True Force wasn’t what it used to be. Instead, it was a new force that merged with the seed. This new power clearly no longer belonged to the realm of Qi Cultivation. However, he could still continue to cultivate. Although Lin Fei appeared indifferent, he had been continuously searching for information related to this new force but without any success. The tree hiding the seed was from too distant a past, and no one knew any records related to it anymore.

However, with the sudden change in the new force last night, Lin Fei would not miss any opportunity to uncover the secrets of the True Force Core.

He walked out of the management office.

He happened to meet Master Yuan Yonglong leading his disciples Xu Ruoruo and Lin Yuanshan, all dressed in newly issued uniforms, Yuan Yonglong in black and the others in white.

“Master Yuan, good morning. Why haven’t I seen Junior Chen Wu?” Lin Fei and Yuan Yonglong had a somewhat strange relationship; neither took their master-disciple relationship seriously, yet nominally they still maintained it. As a result, their titles for each other were quite casual. After all, Lin Fei wasn’t a disciple who had undergone a formal apprenticeship ceremony, and Yuan Yonglong wasn’t a master who had received the respectful tea.

Chen Wu was who Lin Fei respected the most among these people. His innate perseverance and stable personality were definitely the best foundation for becoming a strong martial artist in the future.

“Good morning, Little Wu went to see his sister,” Yuan Yonglong answered with a smile. “He went last night, but for some reason he’s still at the hospital. Perhaps he’s staying overnight, especially since she just had surgery.”

Lin Fei nodded, “She just had surgery, it’s natural for him to be worried. I’ll go see them this afternoon to see if there’s anything I can help with.”

The four of them entered the Sword Room together, each taking their longsword from the sword racks on the side and starting their daily practice.

Lin Fei didn’t draw a circle but chose a more spacious area to slowly swing his sword according to the Tracing Shadow Sword Art. Unlike Xu Ruoruo and Lin Yuanshan’s powerful and incredibly fast sword techniques, his was mechanically slow, very slow, with fewer changes of direction and only minute adjustments.

The Tracing Shadow Sword Art mainly enhanced movement technique and sword speed. In reality, at high speeds, it’s impossible to perform complex sword moves; only simple and effective moves could maximize results. At extreme speed, even slight adjustments could have a significant impact. This was the true essence of the Tracing Shadow Sword Art.

However, to Xu Ruoruo and Lin Yuanshan watching nearby, Lin Fei’s technique seemed inferior even to the Health-preserving Tai Chi Sword practiced by old men, which at least had health benefits. This seemingly random swinging at such a slow speed was just a waste of time and energy.

Watching Lin Fei practicing slowly on one side, Xu Ruoruo disdainfully whispered, “If you can’t do it, just say it, why pretend?”

“Don’t talk nonsense,” Lin Yuanshan whispered back, “For someone with his family background, getting a good sword technique must be easy; he must have just made a mistake.”

“Yeah, right.”

However, uncertainty flashed across Yuan Yonglong’s face nearby; he seemed puzzled by Lin Fei’s sword moves. But he wasn’t one to probe deeply or consider this area too much. How others liked to practice was their own business, though he vaguely felt that this technique was not as simple as it appeared.

Outside the Swordsmanship Club, a girl in an army green jacket looked up at the large sign.

“This is the place,” she murmured, holding a beautifully simple flyer in her hand. The words “Swordsmanship Club” were boldly printed in white on the glossy black surface, with a small line of address and contact number below.

She flipped the paper over, and the back listed some service options with corresponding fees.

“Hey, Tingting, what are you doing? Hurry up, we still have to go to Central Trade,” a pretty girl nearby shouted loudly.

“You guys go ahead, I’ll check this place out,” the girl in the army green jacket shouted back, pointing at the Swordsmanship Club building in front of her.