Chapter 59: Reactions from All Sides (Request Follows)

Tianhai City, inside Linhai No. 1 Base

“Boom!”

Dozens of Hercules transport vehicles, over fifty meters long and forty-two meters wide, constructed from black specialized metal, marched like stubborn steel monsters, caked in blood and claw marks.

They slowly rolled into the massive base factory.

There were over ten other giant entryways; inside, the factory spanned thousands of square meters, divided into dozens of zones.

Countless large machines and transport devices filled the space, alongside humans in varied uniforms busily working.

“Crash!”

An eight-meter-high partition opened; several thick, black-and-red mechanical arms clamped out massive corpses, dropping them to the floor amid torrents of blood.

“Group Eight, follow me—dismantle the Level Two Disaster Beasts.”

A group of people clad in full-body white suits, wielding sharp knives of various sizes, swiftly approached the beast corpses.

“Plop!”

“Splash!”

Facing Disaster Beasts over four to five meters in size, they skillfully sliced open the hides with ease, dismantling the corpses.

In moments, countless bloody organs, limbs, and flesh were separated, sorted, and loaded onto white mechanical carts for transport.

More corpses arrived quickly; the team resumed their work—they were the base’s butchers.

Half an hour

“Group Eight, take an hour’s break!”

The team leader said.

“Phew~”

The group exhaled in relief, left the factory area, and entered another zone—a spacious, sterile washroom—where powerful water jets rinsed blood from their protective suits and disinfected them.

In the clean room, Lin Zhen peeled off his protective suit; sweat streamed down his body.

He sat down wearily, gulped down a functional drink, and gripped his left arm, where pain throbbed steadily.

“Old Lin, you need two days off—keep going like this and you’ll break down.”

Fang Zhe walked over, wiping sweat with a towel, frowning.

Lin Zhen shook his head: “Can’t do that—I need to earn more money.”

He rubbed ointment onto his prosthetic limb.

Fang Zhe sighed: “My fault—I shouldn’t have brought you here.”

“Ding!”

“Xiao Qi just signed a B-class contract with Chiqiong Martial Arts Hall.”

As Lin Zhen checked his phone while applying ointment, he leapt to his feet in shock—his fatigue and pain vanished.

Fang Zhe leaned over to look, astonished: “It’s from Xiao Yi—must be true.”

“Xiao Qi really signed a B-class contract with Chiqiong Martial Arts Hall,” Fang Zhe exclaimed.

“What? What did I hear?”

“Old Lin, your son signed a B-class contract? No way—that’s incredible!”

Other coworkers gathered to offer congratulations.

Their supervisor, a burly middle-aged man, rushed over upon hearing the news.

“Old Lin, you’re off tomorrow and the day after—your pay’s raised ten percent.”

Lin Zhen’s face lit up: “Thank you, boss!”

Others felt envy—Old Lin’s son, a B-class contract prodigy, meant a bright future ahead.

Fang Zhe smiled with relief.

He decided: once they earned enough before Spring Festival, they’d return home.

……

Chiqiong Martial Arts Hall

Sun Guanli walked into an empty elevator; the next second, a towering figure stepped in beside him.

The newcomer had a gleaming, polished bald head, a face full of thick flesh, and an exceptionally muscular frame over two meters one tall—resembling an ancient general.

“Director Lu!” Sun Guanli greeted.

Director Lu offered a grim smile:

“Sun Guanli, I just heard Old Yue personally signed a prodigy named Lin Qi.”

“I checked—he ranked 288th in Tianhai’s monthly exam, decent martial arts skill, Star Rank.”

“But a prodigy like that doesn’t deserve a B-class contract—especially not with Old Yue himself handling the signing.”

“Old Yue’s judgment must’ve declined after going to Linhai—he’s gotten sloppy,” Director Lu shook his head.

Sun Guanli frowned but dared not speak further—it involved two directors.

Moments later, the elevator reached the top floor; Sun Guanli relayed the matter to Yue Feng.

Yue Feng stood by the window, looking down over the surrounding buildings.

“Let him mock.” “The outcome isn’t decided yet—everything remains uncertain. No one knows what the future holds.”

……

Inside the martial arts chamber

Lin Qi set down his spear, feeling his whole body thrumming—the meal he’d eaten warmed his stomach like a furnace, even overloading him with excess energy, leaving him hyper-energized.

He changed into the provided martial arts uniform and began practicing forms to release the energy.

“Huh~ Huh~”

Lin Qi’s breathing deepened, his body heated, face flushed, and white steam began radiating from his skin.

Waves of heat surged into every corner of his body; if not consumed, most would be wasted.

“Bang! Bang!”

He curled his palms into tiger claws and slammed them forward, mobilizing his blood and qi; as his muscles surged in motion, the blood and qi began refining.

Lin Qi executed move after move; the heat surged deeper, endless power flooding into his body.

!

He felt like a dam brimming with water, needing release.

After finishing the Tiger Form, he seamlessly switched to the Crane Form, repeating them over and over.

The nutrient meal was greedily absorbed by his enhanced stomach.

“Roar~”

Lin Qi roared like a tiger, embodying a hunting beast; moments later, he transformed into a crane spreading its wings in the sky.

His body became a massive furnace; in the heat, his awareness sank into every muscle.

Like forging steel—removing impurities, retaining essence—until his muscles hardened into steel.

[Through diligent training, your blood qi has broken through—blood qi +0.15]

[Through Five Forms Fist, your proficiency has improved—Fist Skill +1%]

[Blood Qi: 8.85 → 9.0]

[Fist Skill: Stage Two 16% → 17%]

……

“Huh~”

Lin Qi exhaled a heavy breath from his chest, stirring a breeze—revealing his extraordinary lung capacity.

“Awesome!”

Sweat streamed down his face; Lin Qi felt exhilarated—today was a great day: he’d signed a B-class contract, and his blood qi had broken through.

“All thanks to Director Yue’s twenty-thousand-credit nutrient meal—its effect is incredible, leagues beyond the school’s,” Lin Qi thought.

While resting, Lin Qi used his phone to message staff at Zhongming and Heiyao Martial Arts Halls.

He notified them he’d signed with Chiqiong Martial Arts Hall, specifically highlighting it was a B-class contract.

At Zhongming Martial Arts Hall, when Dongfang Qi saw the message, she froze:

“He actually signed a B-class contract?”

“Did Chiqiong’s staff take fake pills?”

She screenshot the message and sent it to the deputy supervisor, who said nothing—only sighed with a resentful look; he’d been first.

“What a shame!”

At Heiyao Martial Arts Hall, after initial shock, the staff notified their supervisor.

The fat supervisor burst into laughter:

“All day hunting geese—finally got pecked in the eye.”

“I’m certain Chiqiong got scammed. I was smart to avoid it early.”

“I can’t wait to see Sun Wang’s face when he regrets this.”

……

That evening, Lin Qi, his mother Fang Huiyi, and Sun Guanli had dinner together in Chiqiong Martial Arts Hall’s cafeteria.

Then they escorted Fang Huiyi home.

At the martial arts hall’s main gate, Lin Qi waved as his mother’s private car drove away.

“Sun Guanli, no need to trouble you further,” Lin Qi turned and thanked him.

"Good, feel free to contact me anytime."

Supervisor Sun nodded, then walked into the building and soon vanished from view.

Not far away, Guo Heng had just stepped out of a luxury car and happened to see this scene; he froze in surprise.

This scene matched exactly what Lü Xiang and the other two had described; he stepped closer and asked in confusion:

"Lin Qi, what’s going on here? Why are you so close to Supervisor Sun?"

"Ah Heng, you're here!"

Jiang Tao walked out through the main entrance, spotted Guo Heng, and greeted him with a smile.

"Ah Heng, let’s find another place to talk," Lin Qi said with a smile.

…

(End of Chapter)