“That’s a relief. Uncle Yang, based on this sample, can our research institute develop something like this?” Lin Kuang asked after a moment of thought.

“Hmm, they’re attempting it, but it’s still uncertain if they will succeed. However, the chance of success is very high,” Yang Wucheng said earnestly.

“That’s good to hear. How’s the investigation into Okamoto Daisuke going?” Lin Kuang asked with a smile.

“This guy is very mysterious. He’s barely shown his face since he arrived in Nanjing, and Old Zhang’s team hasn’t found any information on who he’s been in contact with,” Yang Wucheng said, his voice tinged with frustration. If they could find out who Okamoto Daisuke was meeting, they could follow the trail and uncover some clues. But as it stood, there was absolutely no information on his contacts.

“Alright, let me know as soon as you have any news,” Lin Kuang said after thinking it over.

Yang Wucheng nodded. “Okay, let’s leave it at that for now. I’ll notify you as soon as there are any developments.”

With that, both men hung up.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Kuang was lost in thought. This is not going to be easy.

Just then, his phone rang again. This time, the call was from Zhang Lianmei.

“Hello, Lianmei,” Lin Kuang answered with a laugh, momentarily setting aside the issue with Okamoto Daisuke.

Upon hearing his cheerful greeting, Zhang Lianmei’s mood instantly brightened, though her own tone remained grave. “Mr. Lin, we’ve uncovered something.”

“What is it?” Lin Kuang asked, caught off guard.

“You’re aware of the Chen Gang, right? According to our sources, the boss of the Chen Gang, Chen Jiachong, is actually from the Tai Chi noble family—the Chen Family!” Zhang Lianmei said in a grave tone.

Hearing this news, Lin Kuang was also taken aback. He’d never expected that the most powerful gang in the East Sea underworld would be connected to the Chen Family!

“And then what?” Lin Kuang asked, taking a deep breath.

“Chen Shaowen met with Chen Jiachong a while ago. In the past few days, Chen Jiachong has started making moves against our Eagle Sect. It started with small skirmishes, but the conflicts are constantly escalating. If I’m not mistaken, Chen Jiachong might have somehow found out about your relationship with the Eagle Sect. Since you taught Chen Shaowen a lesson before, it’s very likely Chen Jiachong is acting this way because of him,” Zhang Lianmei shared her speculation.

Hearing this, Lin Kuang shook his head. “That’s not right. If Chen Shaowen knew about my connection with the Eagle Sect, then given his personality, he wouldn’t have Chen Jiachong go after you. He’d come after me! I think there must be something we’re missing here. Keep your people on it and notify me as soon as you have news.”

Lin Kuang spoke calmly. Although he had only met Chen Shaowen once, he had a clear understanding of the man’s character. Definitely proud, arrogant, and vindictive. If he knew about my relationship with the Eagle Sect, he would surely come after me. Why would he go after the Eagle Sect?

Upon hearing Lin Kuang’s words, Zhang Lianmei was momentarily stunned. She didn’t know Chen Shaowen, so all her assumptions were based on her own perspective. Now, considering Lin Kuang’s reasoning, she couldn’t help but think it made a lot of sense.

“Okay, Mr. Lin. I’ll have my people continue the investigation and report back to you promptly with any updates,” Zhang Lianmei said after a moment of thought.

Lin Kuang nodded. “Alright, let’s leave it at that for now.”

With that, they both hung up.

After hanging up, Lin Kuang sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and was once again lost in thought.

There’s been a lot going on lately, but most of it is trivial. Chu Zhongtian, Wang Ya Hao, Zhao Shunyang, Huang Zelun… I don’t care about any of them. But the Chen Family and what’s happening in Nanjing… those two things I can’t ignore. The Chen Family’s Energy is substantial, but the matter with Okamoto Daisuke is even more critical. The man wants to assassinate a high-ranking official in the Nanjing Military Region. There’s definitely something fishy going on. If I don’t investigate this promptly, Zhang Guodong could be in trouble again in the future! Now that Zhang Guodong has joined the Lin Family, I have to do something, no matter what.

At that thought, Lin Kuang’s expression changed. Could our family’s rivals have done this? He considered it further, then dismissed the idea. Impossible. Only a day passed between Zhang Guodong joining the Lin Family and the assassination attempt. The family’s rivals couldn’t have planned anything that quickly, much less colluded with Okamoto Daisuke. But if it wasn’t them, then who else could it be?

A headache began to brew. This is so damn complicated, he thought, unable to sort through the tangle of threads.

“Lin Kuang, what are you thinking about? It’s time for lunch,” Liu Shilin’s voice rang out, rousing him from his deep thoughts.

“Oh… uh, it’s nothing. Is it lunchtime already?” Lin Kuang asked, still a bit dazed. Wow, time flies.

“Of course. Lunch is starting, and it’s almost noon,” Liu Shilin said with a smile.

“Alright, let’s go eat then,” Lin Kuang said with a smile, following Liu Shilin out of the office to join the other women for lunch.

While Lin Kuang and the others were having lunch, a private plane arrived at East Sea Airport. As soon as the plane came to a stop, the cabin door opened, and a dozen or so men walked out, led by a middle-aged man in his forties.

“East Sea. It’s been a long time,” the man said indifferently as he gazed at the airport.

At this moment, Wu Cheng, the head of the Fan Family’s East Sea operations, stood respectfully behind the middle-aged man. His posture was rigid, and he dared not make the slightest move. He was well aware of the man’s power and ruthlessness. This person was Fan Molun, whose strength was quite formidable. He was also the first cousin of the Fan Family’s current Family Head. Within the Fan Family, he was always the one to handle the most difficult jobs, such as murder.

Fan Molun’s gaze fell on Wu Cheng. “Mr. Wu, take us to the hotel,” he said, his tone indifferent.

“Yes, Mr. Fan. Please, follow me,” Wu Cheng replied, bowing deeply, his voice filled with deference.

In the face of the cold-blooded killer Fan Molun, Wu Cheng didn’t dare show any disrespect. Otherwise, Fan Molun might kill him on the spot. It had happened before, so Wu Cheng didn’t dare to be anything but reverent.

Fan Molun nodded and, followed by his men, trailed behind Wu Cheng. Exiting the airport, the group boarded their vehicles. Under Wu Cheng’s guidance, they arrived at a five-star hotel—which was, naturally, a Fan Family property.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep