The two missions from the Special Management Bureau both involved ferocious beasts and only required killing them, so Lin Shuguang would be free to dispose of their carcasses afterward.
That was good news for him.
Neither mission was urgent, though. Right now, he had a big deal to take care of.
Steward Zhou came in person to relay the message. "Just focus on Bai Peng. Don't bother with the others; our people will handle them... Here are the plans and mask prepared for you... Everyone is on standby in the courtyard, ready to follow orders... If there's nothing else, I'll be going."
After their two encounters, Steward Zhou had discovered that no matter how hard he tried, he could not see through Lin Shuguang. He was even a little afraid of him, as though staying a second longer would mean hearing Lin Shuguang propose another frightening condition.
Lin Shuguang watched Steward Zhou hurry away and seemed to sigh with regret. Whether Steward Zhou heard it or not, he climbed into the car even faster.
Losing interest, Lin Shuguang withdrew his gaze, put on the mask, and was then led into an ordinary courtyard residence.
Over a dozen figures, likewise wearing masks, were gathered in twos and threes in the courtyard.
They merely glanced at Lin Shuguang before returning to their own business. Many radiated a ferocious air; they were probably desperadoes raised by the Jin Family.
Without a word, Lin Shuguang found somewhere to sit.
A muffled voice came from beside him. "We're going up against the Crimson Sand Gang this time. I heard their leader is already a martial artist at bone tempering fourth resonance..."
"The odds are against us this time. Martial artists are on a level we can only look up to."
"A martial artist isn't our