After the Martial Artist convention ended, Lin Shuguang did not linger. He got into the car Old Meng had brought around.
Old Meng did not know what Lin Shuguang had been doing in the Provincial Capital. But when he picked him up just now, he had seen quite a few people with impressive bearing showing Lin Shuguang goodwill, and could not help marveling.
He had never expected his boss to know someone so capable.
The car sped along and soon entered Huai City.
Lin Shuguang sat in the back with his eyes closed, resting.
Suddenly, Old Meng spoke. "Mr. Lin, someone's following us. That car behind us has been following ever since I entered Huai City. They look like they mean business. I'm afraid they're bad news."
Lin Shuguang kept his eyes closed and said calmly, "Head to the outskirts."
Old Meng immediately turned the car around, swallowing nervously as he watched the pursuer he could not shake. "Sir, should I inform the boss? We could call in more people..."
Before he finished, Lin Shuguang said slowly, "No need."
Old Meng paused and stole a cautious glance at Lin Shuguang. Though his mind was full of questions, he obediently drove to the outskirts.
"Sir, we're on the outskirts now."
Lin Shuguang opened his eyes. He looked like an ordinary youth, with nothing unusual about him. "Stop here."
"...Yes." Old Meng stopped the car, still unable to understand what Lin Shuguang intended.
"Sorry for the trouble these past two days. I'll handle the rest myself. You can go."
Lin Shuguang opened the car door as he spoke.
Old Meng wanted to follow him, but with elderly parents and children depending on him, he dared not get involved in such violence. Still, out of goodwill, he said, "Mr. Lin, why don't you