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"A note? What note? Let me see."

Qian Weiguo's smile vanished, replaced by a serious expression.

He reached out to take the note.

Lin Feng didn't give it to him.

With a flick of his fingers, the paper strip crumbled into powder, scattering between his fingers.

"Oh, I must be seeing things."

"It's nothing, I misread it."

Qian Weiguo's hand hovered in mid-air, and his movement to pull it back was a little stiff.

His heart rate jumped eight percent in that second.

Lin Fengquan received it.

"Lieutenant Lin, please keep the documents for now. The further development of the secret realm will require the support of the military."

"Manpower, resources, and security are all things that one person cannot handle alone."

He adjusted his tone and handed the document forward again.

"We can provide full cooperation."

There was a pause.

The voice was lowered.

"Of course, if Lieutenant Lin finds anything... unusual inside, we can help deal with it."

When the words "something special" came out, Qian Weiguo's eyes involuntarily darted to the side.

Raymond Lam captured his micro-expressions.

This person is testing me.

I'm not here to deliver documents; delivering documents is just an excuse.

Lin Feng took the document and flipped through two pages.

The cooperation agreement has very well-written terms.

The military provides development support, while Lin Feng provides the coordinates and internal information of the secret realm; the profits are split 50/50.

"Fifty-fifty split?"

Lin Feng closed the file.

"The military did nothing, yet they took half?"

Qian Weiguo chuckled: "This is just a preliminary plan; the specific proportions can be discussed."

He took half a step forward and lowered his voice.

"Lieutenant Lin, I heard you found inside... a method for taming high-level beasts?"

coming.

The hook has taken hold.

The false information that Old Zhou released last night has already reached Qian Weiguo's mouth this morning.

There are seven lines, each with different details.

The version of the storyline that Zhou Lao gave to Qian Weiguo used the phrase "taming high-level exotic beasts".

Exact match.

In other words, the source of intelligence for Qian Weiguo's line has been confirmed.

Lin Feng's expression remained unchanged.

"Who told you that?"

Qian Weiguo's smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal.

"The intelligence department, being well-informed is their job."

Lin Feng returned the document to him.

"I'll think about it."

Qian Weiguo took the document and nodded.

"No rush, Lieutenant Lin, please contact me anytime you are available."

He took a business card out of his pocket and handed it to him.

Lin Feng answered the call without saying another word.

Qian Weiguo turned and left.

His steps were steady, his rhythm consistent, and his breathing even.

Good acting skills.

If Lin Feng weren't a sixth-grade spiritual master, he probably wouldn't have been able to see the problem with this person.

However, the data collected by a sixth-grade spiritual force will not lie.

Throughout the conversation, Qian Weiguo's heart rate was 12 percent faster than normal.

The temperature under the armpit is 0.3 degrees Celsius higher than normal.

I unconsciously rubbed my left index and middle fingers together several times.

All of these are physiological reactions to tension.

Why are you so nervous about someone who's worked in intelligence for twenty years delivering a document?

Unless he knows the contents of that note.

Unless he was the one who slipped the note.

Lin Feng waited until Qian Weiguo's figure disappeared from the edge of his sight before taking out his communicator from his pocket.

Encrypted channel.

Send three words.

"Vice Minister."

Mr. Zhou replied quickly.

One word.

"receive."

That one word is enough. Old Zhou's side will start closing in.

Lin Feng put the communicator back into his pocket.

Five hundred meters behind them, the two people who were following them were still hanging there.

After Qian Weiguo left, their positions remained unchanged.

He is not one of Qian Weiguo's people.

That's on another line.

Lin Feng ignored it and continued walking deeper into the wilderness.

Seven lines were deployed, and within just one night, two of them reacted.

One was the encrypted signal from the teahouse last night, and the other was Qian Weiguo personally coming to probe.

The remaining five lines remain silent.

Not urgent.

They should be the ones in a hurry.

Old Zhou had given a general direction for the location of the Shen family's forging workshop.

Deep in the northwestern wilderness, in a volcanic rock zone.

About thirty kilometers from the camp, the terrain began to change.

The gravel and weathered rock have disappeared, replaced by large areas of black volcanic rock.

Cracks can be seen on the ground, and some of them emit hot air with a strong sulfur smell.

The temperature is rising.

The earth dragon's claws stomped on the rock surface, making a hissing sound.

The griffin flew higher, and the hot air currents made it very uncomfortable.

Lin Feng's mental energy propelled him forward three kilometers.

Deep within the volcanic rock area, a strong metallic scent was detected.

There was also the sound of hammering.

It has a good rhythm.

found it.

The two people following them stopped at the edge of the volcanic rock area.

The temperature was too high; their cultivation levels couldn't withstand it.

Perfect. Saves me the trouble of throwing it away.

Lin Feng patted the earth dragon's neck and quickened his pace to go deeper into the area.

The hot air emanating from the cracks in the ground grew denser, and the indestructible golden body activated automatically, with a layer of golden patterns rising beneath its skin to insulate it from the external temperature.

Five kilometers later.

A building appeared.

It is partially embedded in the volcanic rock wall, not large, and the outer wall is made of black refractory stone.

Several chimneys were on the roof, two of which emitted dark red smoke.

There was no house number, no signboard.

The door was half open.

The sound of hammering could be heard coming from inside.

Ding!Ding!Ding!

The time interval between each strike is frighteningly precise.

Lin Feng pushed open the door and went in.

An old man was squatting in front of the stove, shirtless.

His face was over sixty years old, but his muscles were incredibly firm.

He was hammering a red-hot piece of metal with a three-foot-long forging hammer in his hand.

The heat of the furnace hit me.

The old man didn't look up.

"No jobs accepted."

Three words, crisp and concise.

Lin Feng stood at the door without moving.

"Master Shen?"

The old man paused for a moment, ignored it, and continued hammering.

"No jobs, get out."

Lin Feng did not go out.

He took the Star Dragon Bone Essence out of his storage ring and placed it on the stone platform at the door.

The dark gold mineral lay there, its surface patterns flowing.

"Master Shen, take a look at this."

The hammering stopped.

The old man turned his head and stared at the object on the stone platform.

He stared at it for a few seconds, lost in thought.

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