Before Lin Shuguang could open the door, the Special Management Bureau members responsible for his security rushed forward and dragged the man away.
Liu Feng's voice was furious and alarmed. Even through the door, one could imagine how fiercely he was struggling.
"Let go of me! What right do you have to arrest me!"
"Lin Shuguang! Lin-"
Liu Feng's demands cut off abruptly as someone covered his mouth and dragged him out of the residential complex.
Lin Shuguang stood by the window, watching the scene with a calm gaze.
"Cangjue Dao Hall?"
He shook his head slightly and put it out of his mind. He called Huang Qisheng, and before long, ten million arrived in his account. He drew the curtains and began another round of upgrades and analysis.
Dumped outside the complex's entrance, Liu Feng pointed indignantly at Lin Shuguang's apartment building and unleashed a torrent of abuse. His foul language consisted of things like "coward" and "trash," utterly disregarding Lin Shuguang's glorious achievements in bloody battles against Demonic Cultivators.
Soon, word that Lin Shuguang had avoided a fight reached all the major factions.
Astonishment! Suspicion!
"Were the rumors true?"
"Had his strength really been damaged?"
Song Xingyuan frowned slightly when he heard the news. After a moment's thought, he had someone fetch several stalks of Treasure Medicine and sent his private steward to deliver them.
The steward was puzzled. "Boss, Lin Shuguang was ambushed by Demonic Cultivators, and his strength has plummeted. He offended so many factions before, too. Why should we still help him?"
Song Xingyuan shook his head. "You don't understand. Do as I say. Come back once you've delivered them. There's no need to say anything else."
The steward bowed and left the room.
Before long, Song Wan came looking for him. Seeing him frowning