Achieving Demon Godhood from Unlocking Talents

Lu Chao fell silent. He knew the attack had happened at night.

"Martial Uncle, do you remember who the other person was?" he asked seriously. They still hadn't been able to identify Li Gusha's accomplice.

"I'm not sure."

However, Ge Hongfeng shook his head, a reminiscent look on his pale face.

"That person's techniques were very difficult to deal with. I'd never seen that style of bladework before."

"The black blade he used was also made of a special material, likely a manganese steel alloy. It was so sharp that even my Qi Flame could barely stop it..."

He seemed to hesitate toward the end.

Lu Chao noticed and pressed him again.

"I just feel like that person was deliberately concealing his techniques."

A doubtful expression appeared on Ge Hongfeng's face. He was, after all, a veteran of the Limit-Breaking Level. He had traveled to many cities in his early years, so he was quite experienced.

"He barely used his Qi Flame the entire time, as if he was afraid of giving himself away."

"If he hadn't been holding back, I never would have lasted until the City Guard Army arrived."

Oh?

Lu Chao narrowed his eyes, several theories forming in his mind.

'A Martial Artist's Qi Flame is basically a form of identification. For him to hide it like that…'

'Could it really be the Tan family?'

The thought arose, but he quickly dismissed it.

'If they really had someone that skilled, why wouldn't they just come after me directly for revenge?'

"It can't be the Tan family. Back in the day, Li Gusha himself was hunted by the Tan family for a time. He wouldn't have left Red Maple otherwise."

Seemingly reading Lu Chao's mind, Ge Hongfeng shook his head.

His expression then turned serious as he reminded him, "When you get down to it, this feud has nothing to do with you. It's all old grudges between us old-timers."

"You've only just established yourself at the Superpower Bureau. The Tan family and that Ma Biao from the Iron Sand Army are probably both keeping an eye on you. There's no need to waste your energy on this."

"Just focus on your own path. Your master and I will only feel proud and gratified. Besides, Old Chen and Old Feng are here with me, so I won't get into trouble again."

He spoke with sincerity, not wanting Lu Chao to get dragged into these old grudges.

Lu Chao feigned a nod, choosing not to argue with him face-to-face.

"Oh, right."

Mistakenly believing Lu Chao had heeded his advice, Ge Hongfeng seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, with a gesture, he had Song Yan bring over a silver briefcase.

"Martial Uncle, what's this?"

"Heh, this isn't from me, ahem..."

Ge Hongfeng chuckled, but it seemed to aggravate his internal injuries, and he coughed lightly.

"Little Sister You had someone drop this off with me this morning."

"She said you're in great need of it, but she couldn't show up herself, so she had to compromise and deliver it this way."

After his brief explanation, Lu Chao was slightly taken aback, then glanced at his watch.

You Qiulin had sent him a message today, but he hadn't had a chance to read it.

He connected the dots: the purification materials for the Magic Power crystals were ready.

"This... I've troubled Aunt You yet again."

Lu Chao smiled and took the case.

Ge Hongfeng chuckled, then added a reminder, "Actually, things haven't been easy for Little Sister You these past two years."

"A lot of people are eyeing her position at the Hunter Guild. If you have the chance in the future... forget it. If she ever really asks for your help someday, just see what you can do."

His words were loaded, and he left the thought unfinished.

Lu Chao grew thoughtful at his words, more or less understanding what he meant.

'There's competition within the Hunter Guild as well; otherwise, they wouldn't sponsor talented external Martial Artists.'

'Even though You Qiulin seems to be doing fine and has helped me multiple times, she must be under a lot of pressure. She might even be getting targeted by other managers because of me.'

"I understand, Martial Uncle."

Nodding in acknowledgment, Lu Chao made a mental note of it.

If he had the chance in the future, he would repay this favor.

Soon, their idle chatter came to an end. After confirming that Ge Hongfeng's injuries were under control and gradually improving,

Lu Chao finally left the private room, walking away at a slow pace.

Outside the club, the sky was clear, and white clouds drifted slowly high above.

He glanced up.

Carrying the small silver briefcase, Lu Chao paused for a moment, an unshakable doubt lingering in his mind.

'Li Gusha was a known loner without a single friend. That was a key piece of intel from his file.'

'But…'

'…how did he dare return to Red Maple?'

'And how had he managed to hide for the past few months, evading the searches of his many enemies?'

...

"CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!"

"Damn it, quit the banging! How long have you been fixing that busted pipe? Still not done?"

"Yeah, just get lost and go home. Stop wasting your energy here..."

In a concrete-lined street of the Hive District, a repairman in black work clothes remained silent in the face of the tattooed thugs' impatient yelling, simply minding his own business as he stood by the exposed black pipes, conducting his inspection.

The brim of his black work cap was pulled down extremely low, hiding most of his face.

The small toolbox slung over his shoulder was covered in grease, stuffed with wrenches, screws, and the like. Anyone passing by could clearly smell the pungent odor of machine oil.

Such a scene was common throughout the Hive District. In the perennially damp environment, the exposed pipes were often corroded and damaged.

"Look, the inspection team is here."

Suddenly, a passerby at the entrance of the street cried out in surprise.

People in the nearby streets froze for a moment. Figures in the surrounding restaurants and shops also stopped what they were doing, rushing to windows and doorways to stare as if they'd just seen aliens.

A convoy of black sedans drove in from the end of the street, led by a patrol vehicle with flashing red and blue lights.

After a moment, the convoy pulled up in front of an old concrete apartment building. Members of the patrol team and the Superpower Bureau got out, guns in hand.

The well-trained figures had a clear division of labor. Some cordoned off the area, setting up a perimeter at key intersections, while others escorted a group of suit-clad inspection specialists and professional engineers into the low-rise concrete building.

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