Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Callen LaFaye, Russell’s grandfather, was a retired officer from the province. Lin Sheng did not know his exact position, but based on the attitudes of the others, it was obvious that he was not an ordinary officer.
“If it’s Grandpa Callen, it’ll be fine. Although the White Tarots are strong, Grandpa Callen won’t be provoked by a few thugs!” Shayeen affirmed.
“Don’t worry, master, it’ll be okay this time.” Madillan nodded too.
Lin Sheng did not speak. He looked calm, but no one noticed that he was holding the hilt of his sword tightly.
After someone cleaned up the scene, they took a taxi back to the club.
Their field training was temporarily suspended. No one was in the mood for lessons after that.
Lin Sheng corrected their basic stance slightly, and in addition to the Central Irongate, he also taught them the Crown style. Once that was settled, he began to pack up and leave the club.
It was sunny outside, and the air was fresh with the smell of the sea.
In a corner of the club, a couple was kissing and cuddling as if no one was around. The boy unscrupulously reached his hand into the girl’s jacket.
Lin Sheng’s footsteps startled the young couple.
Frightened, the young couple quickly left, but the young man threw Lin Sheng a resentful look before he left.
Dressed in a white tracksuit and carrying a sword, Lin Sheng walked to the bus stop next to the club and waited for the bus with several primary school students.
Soon, on the right side of the street, a lilac car approached slowly and silently. It stopped right at the club’s gate.
The door opened and a grizzled old man in a long black silk coat stepped out.
The old man walked to the door of the club, but when he saw Lin sheng, he stopped.
“Mr. Lin?” the old man asked suddenly.
They were more than five meters apart, but Lin Sheng could clearly feel that the old man’s eyes were on him.
He paused, glancing at the old man’s clothes and the silver decorative border on the door of the car behind him. He knew that the man was not someone ordinary from one glance.
“You are?” he asked, taking a few steps forward.
“I’m Lenny, Russell’s uncle. I’ve heard him talk about you,” the old man introduced himself, looking Lin Sheng up and down.
He had met many young men, but never one like Lin Sheng, who gave him an air of inexplicable coldness. It was not something an ordinary senior in high school usually had.
In his eyes, Lin Sheng, who was dressed in a white tracksuit, bore some resemblance to his father when he was young. They were both calm and strong.
“Hello uncle, what brings you here all of a sudden?” Lin Sheng had a rough guess.
“The White Tarots, as you had expected. I’m here to personally inform you that the problem has been settled. You guys need to be careful. Don’t mess with those thugs.” Lenny dropped his voice.
“Mr. Callen LaFaye settled the matter himself?” asked Lin Sheng.
“Yes. Alright, work hard. The college entrance examination’s coming up,” Lenny said gently.
Although Lin Sheng came from an ordinary family, Lenny seemed to appreciate the boy very much.
After all, the three kids had never truly admired anyone from the bottom of their heart, not even the special instructor he hired previously. Yet, this boy made the cut.
Lin Sheng nodded slightly and said goodbye politely as he saw the uncle push the club door open and walk in.
He then returned to the bus stop. After a few minutes, the bus came.
He stood among the crowd, looking calm, but deep inside he was in turmoil.
For several days, he was able to enter the dream realm. However, he could not enter Blackfeather City. He just explored the area around the wall.
There were some holes in the walls. Since the front gate was extremely dangerous, he planned to take another route into the city.
A big city like that could not possibly have only one entrance.
He did not gain much for three days, but in the course of his exploration, he killed a few rotten swordsmen who were wandering aimlessly around.
Despite that, the memories he obtained were mostly the same, nothing new.
A week had passed…
Lin Sheng was running in the drizzling rain.
In his dream, dark clouds filled the sky.
It was very dark in the wild. He was behind the city, a few kilometers away from the entrance to the city.
The surrounding weeds were half the height of a man, and some noises rang out from time to time.
Lin Sheng was gripping the hilt of his sword. After some time of adjustment, he was finally able to take full control of his sword
At the same time, he could feel a slight increase in his physical strength.
“It’s all because I’ve been exercising lately. It’s been slow, but it worked.”
*Swoosh!*
Suddenly, his sword flashed and disappeared into the darkness on his right.
The body of a rotten swordsman lay flat on its back and stopped moving after the swordsman struggled for a while.
Lin Sheng quickly stepped forward to check the body. There was nothing but a few black coins in his moneybag.
As for the black sword in the corpse’s hand, Lin Sheng did not even look at it.
With the heavy sword from that previous rotten swordsman, the other weapons were nothing.
After absorbing the inky black lines, he went on running at full speed.
The only sound in the darkness was his echoing footfalls.
Suddenly, he saw something and slowed down.
Directly in front of him, less than ten meters away, a wall had collapsed, leaving an obvious gap.
Gray bricks and stones were scattered all over the grass, overlaying a large area of weeds.
The gap was more than three meters high and one meter wide. Behind it was an alley, which was situated between two houses.
Lin Sheng was overjoyed. That was what he wanted!
He approached it quickly and cautiously, gripping the hilt of his sword and breathing slowly.
He stood at the gap and looked in.
Inside, the dark alley stretched out to the main street of the city, where faint yellow streetlights could be seen.
The ground reflected a thick, greasy stain, and to the right, there were several large black drums with something inside.
Lin Sheng moved his vision up and down carefully, listening to the sounds around him.
His previous experience told him that Blackfeather City was a very dangerous area. In gaming terms, he had run into an advanced area.
Lin Sheng took a deep breath and walked silently into the gap.
His sneakers clattered across the rubble as he moved forward. His mind was also rapidly analyzing his surroundings to determine where he was.
“This… should be the back of a kitchen.”
Lin Sheng walked slowly down the alley. It felt like his sneakers were stepping on a thick blanket with a little black grease sticking on the soles; it made him uncomfortable.
When he reached the end of the alley, he stopped and peered around warily.
There was nothing on the main street.