Zhao Minghui's death caused no ripples in Lin Shuguang's heart.
Special Management Bureau missions had always carried the risk of casualties. Everyone knew that before entering this line of work.
But this time, the annihilation of Zhao Minghui's entire team truly shook the whole Special Management Bureau.
After all, it had been many years since a disaster with such heavy casualties had occurred.
Especially since the dead included a "well-known" figure like Zhao Minghui.
Zhao Minghui's death sent Hong Baiqing, director of the First Department, into a towering rage. News of his clash with Lin Shuguang, the newcomer to the Third Department, had also spread throughout the bureau.
It was an eye-opener for many of the bureau's old hands.
Hong Baiqing commanded great authority in the bureau, and no one had ever dared act recklessly in front of him. Yet just yesterday, someone had nearly taken him down with a single saber strike. Such a thing was exceedingly rare.
Naturally, it gave Lin Shuguang, whom they had never met, more weight in their minds.
He even dared to slash Hong Baiqing. What about people like them?
More importantly, everyone now knew that the renowned Fist Demon, Yan Hai, had died at Lin Shuguang's hands.
So just how strong he was had become a subject of considerable interest.
The outside world's curiosity and probing were blocked by Demon Martial's towering walls.
Aside from Cao Chao, Han Yi, and Ma Wei, whom Lin Shuguang had dealings with, only a handful of people had access to his file. No one could have guessed that the renowned Madman Lin Shuguang was furthering his training at Demon Martial, not far from them.
Bare-chested, Lin Shuguang practiced his saber in the woods.
He did not know whether it had anything to do with his rapidly rising