It’s a pity that even though Lin Beichen searched through the crow’s brain, he couldn’t find the source of this energy.
The energy seemed to be innate.
However, as he grew older, the crow became more adept at transformation, and the duration also grew longer.
According to Lin Beichen’s investigation, when the crow first used the transformation technique, he could only maintain it for less than three seconds.
As Lin Beichen pondered quietly, Zhang Xiu’ai thought he was being absent-minded, and couldn’t help but say:
"Mr. Lin, you tracked the crow last night, could you tell us about his whereabouts?"
"I don’t know, by the time I went after him, he had already disappeared."
Lin Beichen said calmly. He didn’t intend to let others know about the crow and the Golden Mountain Sect’s revenge.
He planned to handle this matter on his own.
"Disappeared?"
The few young supervisors behind Zhang Xiu’ai, who were unaware of Lin Beichen’s strength, couldn’t help but scoff at his words.
They had heard that Lin Beichen pursued him, and thought Lin Beichen would work wonders and catch the crow.
In the end, he didn’t even see the crow’s shadow?
They had also read the crow’s file.
This person had a short time of prominence but impressive achievements. Among the important figures he assassinated, there were not only the leaders of organizations but also billionaires and heroes of the underworld.
Though this person was mostly active in the underworld, his tasks mainly targeting business figures, his strength had attracted the attention of assassin groups worldwide.
How could someone like Lin Beichen stop him?
But considering Zhao Weinan’s face, these young supervisors said nothing.
They were officially commended security personnel, naturally proud and didn’t want to stoop to Lin Beichen’s level.
"This mission is very troublesome."
Zhang Xiu’ai said seriously.
"Mr. Lin, a super assassin like the crow will not give up easily. He will definitely try again! And next time, you might not be so lucky..."
"It doesn’t matter. If he comes again, I’ll deal with him."
Lin Beichen said calmly.
The crow was already treading the path to the Yellow Springs, how could he have a chance to return?
Does this guy not know his own situation?
Seeing Lin Beichen remain unresponsive, Zhang Xiu’ai grew even angrier.
These wealthy kids always thought they were important, the children of fate, untouchable by anyone else.
But assassins didn’t care about that; in their eyes, they were just high-bounty targets.
By the time they realized it, it would be too late!
Don’t they know?
People only have one life, no chances for regret!
Zhang Xiu’ai gritted her teeth in anger, her long legs tensed together, her waist straightened in fury.
"Mr. Lin, we didn’t just come about the crow today, but also something else."
At this moment, she seemed hesitant, as if the next topic was too unbelievable and she needed to organize her words.
"Based on our investigation, someone has organized a revenge fund, inviting all assassins in the world, starting with 100 million USD, doubling with each failure until you are killed.
This fund can eventually grow to hundreds of billions..."
"100 billion USD?"
The entire room fell silent.
The young supervisors behind Zhang Xiu’ai stared wide-eyed in disbelief at her.
They had seen major cases, but the biggest assassination they knew of was worth millions.
A revenge fund worth billions, possibly growing to hundreds of billions, what kind of mission was this?
If they didn’t know Zhang Xiu’ai well enough to not lie, they’d think she was drunk.
Their eyes focused on Lin Beichen, as if looking at a freak.
Did this guy poke a hole in the sky?
Even so, did it warrant spending billions to form a revenge fund?
Zhao Weinan gripped Lin Beichen’s arm firmly, her eyes full of worry.
At the nearby doorway, Zhao Yixia leaned against the door, her expression indifferent.
Lin Beichen could handle even Qin Wenwu, let alone a few assassins.
A revenge fund of hundreds of billions sounded like a lot, but could it attract someone of Qin Wenwu’s caliber?
Money, at a certain point, was just a number; for someone like Qin Wenwu, even more so.
Though it seemed like a lot of money, it was just a number, and the assassins attracted by the money probably didn’t even qualify to be Lin Beichen’s punching bags.
"Thank you for the news, have some tea."
Lin Beichen remained calm, pouring a cup of tea, as if the news was not as important to him as the tea.
Zhang Xiu’ai frowned, placing the tea aside, and said angrily:
"Mr. Lin, don’t take this lightly."
"According to our investigation, over 20 super assassins have entered the country in the past two days, and after entering, they quickly evaded our tracking. They are believed to be heading to the Imperial Capital."
"Among them is a legendary figure in the assassin realm, Death Cobra, likely coming for you."
"This person is wanted by multiple countries, classified as a super dangerous terrorist. If found, shoot on sight, no capture required! Though I don’t know his exact whereabouts, he must be lurking near the Imperial Capital!"
"For your safety, please follow our arrangements, we will protect you to the utmost."
Zhang Xiu’ai finished in one breath, placing her credentials on the table, the bright badge symbolizing the weight and determination of her words.
Official security was the gold standard in the industry.
Official security only protected important figures!
This was the root of her pride and the symbol of her strength!
"You protect me?"
Lin Beichen looked at Zhang Xiu’ai, then at the young supervisors behind her.
The people sent by the Security Association had some skill but were merely physically strong.
They might be useful against ordinary assassins, but against the masters of ancient clans and the Celestial Gate, they weren’t even qualified to be human shields.
Thinking of this, Lin Beichen waved his hand and stood up:
"Miss Zhang, I’ve heard your story, very fascinating, but I don’t believe you."
For Zhang Xiu’ai and the others’ safety, driving them away was for the best.
"Mr. Lin!"
Zhang Xiu’ai exclaimed, her face anxious.
She came to ensure Lin Beichen’s safety, but Lin Beichen didn’t care.
"I said, I don’t need your protection. Zhao Weinan, see them out."
Lin Beichen walked towards the outside.
Zhao Yixia stepped forward and said calmly:
"Honored guests, Mr. Lin is tired, let me see you out."
"Mr. Lin, I know you look down on our skills, but everyone has moments of negligence, and assassins watch for every misstep. You will make a mistake sooner or later!"
Zhang Xiu’ai said urgently.
But Lin Beichen didn’t stop and walked straight out the door.
"This kid is too arrogant."
The young men behind Zhang Xiu’ai slapped the table angrily.
"He’s so conceited, he’ll fall hard."
Zhang Xiu’ai, hearing this, grew even more anxious.
She couldn’t understand why Lin Beichen was so indifferent when she came to protect him.
Even the most arrogant people would immediately secure protection upon hearing of an assassin threat.
They would only complain about too few bodyguards, never driving them away.
Zhang Xiu’ai left Zhongcheng Hall but stayed near Dragon Sleep River.
She checked into a hotel nearby, planning to safeguard Lin Beichen closely.
But in the following days, she was shocked to discover Lin Beichen acted as if unaware of any danger, taking Zhao Weinan on carefree lake outings, heading to the least populated areas, as if he didn’t consider assassins at all.
Time flew by, and a week later, Lin Beichen stood atop the Dragon Sleep River observation tower, looking at the heavy night, a smile on his lips.
"The time is almost right."