Chapter 537: Chapter 312: The First Mountain Master (2nd Update)
“I’m just curious how Mr. Ren could know about that trainee?”
“Needless to worry. I’m merely issuing a reminder, after all, he and I are nothing more than fair-weather friends,” Ren Xiaowei said with a smile, “And friends, aren’t they there to be betrayed?”
“Well said, this calls for a toast with a cup of fine tea.” Lin Wu showed admiration in his eyes and let out a hearty laugh as he raised his teacup.
Ren Xiaowei similarly raised his cup in a gesture.
“Please assess the reliability of the planetary action, considering the girl named Wang Nuonuo has a father who is a Colonel at the Staff Department on the Capital Star.”
“Currently, the reliability is above 90. Regarding the task of strategizing against Wang Lingfeng, they’ve already connected with the Bauhinia Family of the Senate. By creating a time difference and enforcing a major information blackout, there are no loopholes for now,” Lin Wu said playfully, looking at his teacup.
Ren Xiaowei naturally knew who the “they” Lin Wu referred to was, the real schemers behind the planetary action.
The Tang family’s Donatello is truly sinister like a venomous snake…
As for Gaoling Ze, a negligible second-generation heir.
“However, speaking of which, there are still some troubles. That trainee, Mu Fan, seems to have another Extreme Special Soldier in his hands. The girl that Young Master Lin fancied, has given away all her possessions. If he represents Loki Heavy Industry in the Mecha exhibition tournament, wouldn’t that obstruct the psychological defenses of the heiress of Loki Heavy Industry?”
“Donatello has been planning that matter; there’s no need to worry,” Lin Wu appeared completely unconcerned.
When it comes to schemes, Donatello indeed ranks first deservedly.
“Young Master Lin’s thoughts are meticulous, a blessing to the Empire.”
“Just being loyal to His Highness,” Lin Wu toasted.
“Everything for the great cause of the Empire.”
There was a smile in Ren Xiaowei’s eyes, but his words carried a hint of a different sentiment as he too raised his cup with a smile.
Not long after, Ren Xiaowei still dressed as a weary traveler, stepped out of the Observation Pavilion.
Minshi, who had been eagerly looking toward the Observation Pavilion, smiled when she saw the young man pass by.
Ren Xiaowei nodded with a smile and then naturally left the teahouse.
“What a pity…”
He didn’t turn back, just sighed.
Who knows if he was lamenting how soon the female tea master would meet her demise.
As the Imperial Eagle Eye, who fundamentally did not understand personal affection, this was merely a pastime to lighten his mood throughout his life experiences.
There were rumors that the Huangchuan family at the border of the Empire had already started mobilizing. Whether that rumor was true remains to be seen.
Will Prince Xuyang come here to watch the battle?
Just the thought is amusing; the Federation will probably have their hands full.
…
The floating car entered the dimensional traffic cube but did not descend underground as Mu Fan had predicted; instead, it climbed continuously.
In the end, it actually entered a connecting port on a cliff.
Looking through the window, one could see the terrifying scene of the abyss on both sides.
If the magnetic channel became unbalanced, their car falling would undoubtedly result in obliteration.
“I had not expected such a view, is the meeting arranged on top of a cliff?” Mu Fan commented. He left half of his thoughts unspoken, that the car should have driven underground.
“Yes, there is a villa open to the public facing the mountainside here, but it only accommodates members. Its feature is overlooking the world from the mountaintop, the Mountain Master is very fond of this place,” Yuan Rui spoke amiably.
“In my impression, your organization has always been very secretive. Is it no longer necessary to be so publicly exposed?” Mu Fan asked.
Hearing this, Yuan Rui chuckled lightly, “There was never anything to worry about, it’s just that ordinary people cannot reach us. However, I shouldn’t speculate on what the meeting will be like later. For now, the Mountain Master bears good intentions toward you.”
Mu Fan nodded, his fingers tapping on his wristwatch.
Atop the cliff, after passing through a large expanse of desolation, there was a lush greenery with little white wildflowers scattered all over the mountains.
At the end of the long mountain road stood an imposing villa.
Lined up in close succession, the eaves towering high, it was a retro brick and wood structure, yet half of it was supported in mid-air by a sea of tempered glass and metal frames.
From a distance, a mere glance was enough to send chills down one’s spine, not to mention the notion of actually walking into it.
Yet, when the floating car stopped, and Mu Fan stood in front of the mountain villa, he naturally dismissed the perilous scene he just witnessed and was completely captivated by what lay before him.
“Yunlan Mountain Villa!”
“Is this your property?” Mu Fan turned and asked.
“No, just a coincidence in the name. However, this is one of the reasons the Mountain Master is fond of this place. Please follow me, Mr. Mu Fan; the Mountain Master is already waiting for you.” Yuan Rui said with a slight bow.
“Please lead the way.”
Mu Fan followed Yuan Rui, walking through the well-defined corridors, feeling the mountain breeze and the fragrance of birds and flowers.
The quiet and unique atmosphere of the villa left a lasting impression.
There weren’t many people, at least so far, Mu Fan had only seen about thirty-odd middle-aged individuals.
That’s right, he had yet to see anyone his own age.
The middle-aged individuals were appropriately dressed and naturally exuded an air of indescribable authority.
Those who came here were either rich or noble!
“Yunlan Mountain Villa is a high-end club on Blue Capital Star with a membership by invitation system. There are strict requirements for members in terms of their family background and status. In short, it is a very formidable club,” Black explained to Mu Fan as thoroughly as possible in his ear.
“Just focus on what’s in front of you, the surveillance here is formidable. I’ve only been able to hack into the network and found no less than 150 devices, including breath, infrared, sonic, optical, and other types of sensor equipment. I have a feeling that this Mountain Master is an old fox!” Black sighed, also reminding Mu Fan.
Hearing this, Mu Fan inconspicuously repressed the desire to look around and left all reconnaissance activities to Black’s enjoyment.
After passing three corridors and rounding the outermost hanging walkway, Yuan Rui finally stopped, looking at the gateway entirely constructed of stone.
“We have arrived; the Mountain Master is inside. Mr. Mu Fan, you may enter on your own; I will wait here for you.”
With a soft hum, Mu Fan slowly stepped in.
It was as if he had crossed some invisible barrier, and after a faint sizzling sound in his ears, calmness returned.
Having had the experience before, Mu Fan lightly tapped his wristwatch.
There was no response.
He understood that the room had been shielded electromagnetically.
Nevertheless, having come this far, Mu Fan no longer hesitated and strode forward decisively.
The lighting dimmed from bright to dark, until he entered the quiet room.
There was a faint scent of spices in the great hall, and it seemed as if the illumination only lit a central area.
On the simple wooden floor lay a soft mat, and five meters in front of the mat was a large screen.
A hint of deep crimson flickered in Mu Fan’s eyes, revealing every detail in the darkness.
Depicted on the screen was a majestic mountain range, stretching endlessly with miles of ice.
At that moment, light emerged from behind the screen, projecting the silhouette of a person sitting cross-legged onto it.
“Mr. Mu Fan, please sit. We can converse just like this,” a cold metallic voice suddenly came from behind the screen.
The voice seemed to pass through multiple filters, creating a metallic friction quality as if emerging from a throat.
It was impossible to discern the age of the person opposite by their voice, and in one’s mind, one could only conjure the image of a person wearing a metal mask.
However, the good intentions in the voice were still distinguishable.
“The First Mountain Master?”
Mu Fan slowly took his seat, looking at the shadow opposite.
“That is an external title; you can call me… Ke Qingshan.”