Starting by picking up a female fan, he swept through the martial arts world.

Chapter 130 Fishing Boy, Never Misses the Test

"The Council of All Races? The murderer?"

Lin Fang was puzzled. What did the fact that the Council of Ten Thousand Races had its eye on the murderer have to do with Hun Fei?

The details of this banquet were revealed to the Council of All Races by him through the Queen Bee.

His rise to prominence in the Longxi system was orchestrated by the queen bee through a series of clandestine methods, so almost no one knew about his relationship with the hive.

Even when Gu Manzhi acquired shares in Qida, on the surface, there was no trace of Hive.

Now, she is completely a confidante of the Longxi military commander.

The purpose is to be able to steal important information at crucial moments.

This news is crucial.

But what does this news have to do with wedding flights?

and many more!

Lin Fang's eyes widened suddenly: "You mean, Jiang Lang is the murderer this time?"

A soft chuckle came from the other end of the phone: "What else?"

"Oh, this, this, this—"

Lin Fang was dumbfounded. Wasn't it already basically confirmed that this time it was the pirates of the myriad races who stole the memories?

Why Jiang Lang?

What motive would Jiang Lang, the illegitimate son of a civilian official, have to do such a thing?

wrong!

Even a perfect score has its flaws!

A sudden thought flashed through his mind, and he tentatively asked, "Your Majesty, Jiang Lang's identity—is he a silent official?"

The queen bee smiled faintly: "Besides Mo Li, who else is worthy of my such high regard?"

Lin Fang: "————"

This will shock my mother for a hundred years.

You're telling me that the person who wiped out a bunch of major generals and lieutenant generals was Jiang Lang, a 23-year-old human?

His lips trembled slightly: "Your Majesty, is this news—accurate?"

The queen bee's laughter carried a hint of sarcasm: "I'm not sure, but you can ask your dear niece. If she's sure, then I'm sure."

Lin Fang: "!?"

In an instant, his hands and feet turned ice-cold. Judging from what the throne was saying, the news came from Manzhi.

Therefore, the queen bee's monitoring of potential queen bees is comprehensive?

Manzhi had known Jiang Langmo's identity for a long time, but she had always chosen to keep it a secret.

Cold sweat poured down his forehead, and he stammered, "Your Majesty! Manzhi, she... she's young and doesn't know how to act recklessly. She really didn't mean it. I... I—"

"Don't be nervous."

The queen bee couldn't help but laugh, "If I really had a problem with her, she would have been dead the moment she decided to keep it a secret. You don't need to be afraid, and you don't need to tell her anything. Just do as I say, and everything is under my control."

Lin Fang forced himself to calm down and nodded stiffly, saying, "Yes! Yes!"

The queen bee said in a rather leisurely tone: "You must remember every word I am about to say. The mental fluctuation you extracted from the scene can be basically confirmed to be Jiang Lang's."

The Council of All Races has the ability to track down a person by following this fluctuation, but the tracking will certainly not be precise, and Jiang Lang will definitely sense the tracking process. What you need to do is—”

Lin Fang wrote down every word the queen bee said, and after hanging up the phone, he was drenched in cold sweat.

He never imagined that the throne's control over the situation had reached such a sophisticated level.

Even more unexpectedly, the throne, as one of the ten elders at the top of the Federation, was not aligned with the Federation at all.

So, does that mean the throne still has high hopes for Manzhi?

Lin Fang rubbed his face, forcibly suppressing the urge to tell Gu Manzhi about this.

Firstly, the queen bee's near-total monitoring of the prospective queen bee prevents him from doing such a thing.

Second—There are some things that are indeed better left unsaid to Gu Manzhi.

He took several deep breaths and began to work on the next steps in detail.

A secret underground training ground.

"Bang!"

Jiang Lang slapped Liu Xiu, sending him flying backward and crashing heavily into a wall made of high-strength composite material.

"Yue!"

Liu Xiu knelt on the ground and dry heaved.

Jiang Lang glanced at him: "Without that bronze-colored mutation, I think your physical strength is just average. Not tough enough, and not durable enough."

"Grass!"

Liu Xiu couldn't help but curse. Last night, Jiang Lang invaded his mind, and now he was in a semi-paralyzed state of control over his body, so of course he couldn't activate the body's mutation.

Without this strongest trump card, he could only retain about half of his strength. In addition, in order to play the victim for the various warlords, he did not use too many resources for healing, which resulted in his physical injuries not recovering.

As a result, Jiang Lang seized this opportunity to exact his revenge.

It's true that some of them lack martial ethics.

He waved his hand dismissively and said angrily, "I'm not fighting anymore!"

Jiang Lang frowned, clearly not intending to let him off so easily.

But he hadn't even had a chance to speak yet.

Liu Xiu immediately captured his attention with a single sentence: "Let's talk about the Council of All Races!"

"The Council of All Races!?"

A chilling killing intent flashed in Jiang Lang's eyes.

He had heard this name from Su Su before, and of course he knew what kind of organization this was.

The gist is that this organization monitors all suspicious research and will assassinate anyone who poses a threat.

They didn't even need to take action themselves; a simple warning to the warlords they sponsored was enough for them to immediately pledge their loyalty, just like the destruction of the Mo Li team.

These warlords, when they're fighting amongst themselves, especially love to flaunt their military might.

But when facing foreign tribes, he would immediately slide to his knees, trying his best to show that he was not a threat and had no rebellious nature.

Almost without exception.

So—Liu Xiu suddenly brought this up because I've also been targeted this time?

In an instant, his gaze toward Liu Xiu became increasingly hostile.

If it weren't for Liu Xiu's probing, this would not have resulted in such a major slip-up.

Liu Xiu felt a little guilty under his gaze: "The Council of Ten Thousand Races has indeed set its sights on you! But don't worry, everything is in my plan. I have a way to protect you and also to lure out some information we want."

"Oh----"

Jiang Lang sneered. After a moment of contemplation, he said coldly, "How do you know the Council of Ten Thousand Races is after me?"

Liu Xiu quickly replied, "After all, I'm the director of the Spark Research Institute, so it's normal for me to be better informed, right?"

Jiang Lang narrowed his eyes, remaining noncommittal.

Liu Xiu was somewhat broken by his cold treatment: "Just trust me this once, dear brother!"

Jiang Lang nodded then: "Go ahead and speak!"

Liu Xiu finally breathed a sigh of relief: "To be precise, you weren't completely exposed this time. At most, they have some clues. The ones sent to kill you are at least generals, and there will be more than one."

These are all rare samples, and some could even be used as sources for medicines. Each one is priceless.

If you trust me, use me as bait, and let's have an amazing fishing trip.

If the plan goes smoothly, we can definitely reap a huge harvest, and even be able to shift the blame elsewhere and get rid of these problems once and for all.

"Sure?"

"Sure!"

"If you mess with me again, I'll kill you."

"If I ever betray you again, someone else will kill me before you do."

"Who?"

"Why----"

Liu Xiu thought for a moment: "Of course it's my dad. He'll think I'm a disgrace to the Spark Research Institute and crawl out from under me to take me away."

Jiang Lang: "?"

After discussing countermeasures with Liu Xiu, Jiang Lang forcibly started another round of "friendly sparring".

After venting my frustrations, my mental state improved significantly.

But once he left the training room, he found himself in a dilemma again.

Looking at the time, it's time to take Bai Zhaoli to cultivate.

He shook his head, got into his recently purchased car, and drove to a small military camp in the suburbs.

This small military camp was originally used for training by senior officers of the Column. Later, when a new place became available, it was abandoned. Later, Bai Zhaoli took a liking to it and used her pocket money to pay for the maintenance of the core training room. She would train here in her spare time.

The training environment is indeed excellent.

Staff members perform maintenance regularly every day, and there is no disturbance at other times.

No one will know if you make any noise.

Jiang Lang used to feel very comfortable here, but today he feels inexplicably constrained.

After swiping the card, I entered the military camp without any hindrance.

We arrived at the entrance of the core training room.

The electronic screen in front of the gate was lit up in green, showing that someone was training inside.

He took a deep breath and prepared to swipe his card to enter.

As soon as I took the card out, the door opened by itself.

"They're here!"

Bai Zhaoli was still as beautiful as ever, but compared to usual, she had lost some of her radiance and gained a touch of aloofness.

It's the same face, but it feels like I've aged several years out of nowhere.