Chapter 71: Something Went Wrong!

In Li Feng's view, Jiangnan is just an ordinary person; even with some special abilities, he cannot compare with these well‑trained professionals.

At that moment, Yang Ju suddenly spoke.

His gaze fell on Li Feng, his tone steady,

"Old Li, Mr. Jiang's abilities are strong; you must trust Mr. Jiang's judgment. I still think we should let Mr. Jiang take part in the operation."

His voice was low, yet carried an undeniable authority.

Li Feng furrowed his brows; Li Feng could feel the weight in Yang Ju's words.

Li Feng pondered briefly, his gaze wandering between Jiangnan and Yang Ju.

In the end, Li Feng shook his head.

"Yang Ju, I understand your point, but I think this matter is better handled by our Special Operations Unit."

He paused, then continued,

"I will personally lead a team to the Museum to guard it, ensuring nothing goes wrong."

Li Feng's tone was firm, clearly resolved.

As soon as he said that, low murmurs rose in the conference room.

The Special Operations Unit members showed surprise and confusion.

"Group Leader, how can you go to the Museum yourself?"

Zhou Cong was the first to step forward, his tone urgent.

"That place cannot be the Formation Core; Jinghai No. 3 Middle School is the only location that meets the array requirements!"

His voice was loud, tinged with anxiety.

"Jinghai No. 3 Middle School has many students and abundant yang energy; that's the most likely place to be exploited!"

Another member couldn't help but speak.

"Group Leader, you should station yourself at Jinghai No. 3 Middle School; that's the top priority!"

"Yes, Group Leader, the Museum side can be left to me!"

"Group Leader, think it over!"

The members spoke one after another, pleading earnestly, clearly all opposed Li Feng's decision.

In their view, Jinghai No. 3 Middle School is the most likely place for the Black Shadow to exploit.

There, the many students and abundant yang energy make it a natural array catalyst.

The Museum, though historic, sees few visitors daily and cannot provide enough yang energy.

As the Special Action Group Leader, Li Feng should be stationed at Jinghai No. 3 Middle School, not the Museum.

The atmosphere in the conference room grew tense.

Everyone's eyes focused on Li Feng, awaiting his final decision.

Li Feng looked around, taking in everyone's expressions.

He was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"My mind is made up; no need for more words."

Though his voice was calm, it carried an undeniable force.

"The Museum side will be guarded by me personally; you handle the other three directions."

He scanned each member, his tone firm.

"This is an order!"

Li Feng overruled objections and decided he would personally guard the Museum.

He turned his head to look at Yang Ju.

"Yang Ju, please arrange for Mr. Jiang to rest one day at the Public Security Bureau, and have Chen Ying accompany him."

Yang Ju gave Li Feng a deep look, then finally nodded.

"Alright, as you say."

He turned his head toward Jiangnan, his gaze carrying a hint of apology.

"Mr. Jiang, you've worked hard these past days; please take a good rest now."

Jiangnan gave a slight nod, saying nothing.

He was assigned to a quiet resting room.

Inside the room, soft light and a faint sandalwood scent filled the air.

Jiangnan sat in the chair, closed his eyes, and cultivated.

His inner true Qi flowed slowly, nourishing his body.

Chen Ying stood beside him, brows knit, her face full of resentment.

She looked at Jiangnan, a hard‑to‑describe emotion welling up inside her.

"Mr. Jiang, they've gone too far!"

"Clearly you discovered the key problem, yet they didn't believe you and left you hanging here!"

She grew more agitated, her voice rising.

"That Group Leader Li, and that Zhou Cong, they're completely clueless yet self‑righteous!"

"If it weren't for you, we'd still be flailing like headless flies."

Jiangnan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze calm as water.

He looked at Chen Ying and gently shook his head.

"I'm not concerned about these."

His tone was calm, as if everything that just happened were unrelated to him.

"This Group Leader is upright, I believe he can handle this matter well."

Chen Ying looked at Jiangnan, feeling even more depressed.

She didn't understand why Jiangnan could be so calm, so indifferent.

Clearly he was the one who should be valued most, yet he was treated like this.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end said nothing.

Because Chen Ying knew very well that Jiangnan wasn't the type to care about such empty titles.

……

Unconsciously,

Ink-colored hues spread across the sky, Jinghai City shrouded in a veil of tranquility.

Streetlights emitted a dim yellow glow, cutting the street into interlaced light‑and‑shadow geometric patterns.

The wind brushed gently, carrying a barely perceptible chill.

The Special Operations Unit, like a spread‑out giant net, silently covered the city.

Zhou Cong gathered his elite troops and headed to Jinghai No. 3 Middle School; as the member of the Special Operations Unit who understood formations best, he was entrusted with a crucial task by Li Feng.

At this moment, Jinghai No. 3 Middle School was as usual; the students, having finished dinner, began their evening self‑study.

Except for a few individuals, no one thought today would be any different.

"Team Li, everything is normal here!"

……

On the other side, member Xu Mao had already arrived at the Bin Yi Guan.

The air here was filled with the distinctive smell of burning joss paper, mingled with the scent of formaldehyde, suffocating.

Fortunately, there was no unusual activity.

"Team Li, everything is also normal here!"

……

Member Mu Tong, disguised as a patient, stood outside the Emergency Room of Zhongxin Yiyuan, the busiest spot in the hospital.

The beeping of various devices, patients' moans, and relatives' cries intertwined, forming a symphony of life.

She quietly observed everything around her, trying to catch any hint of abnormality from the clamor, but unfortunately she caught nothing.

"Team Li, there is currently no abnormality here either."

"Alright, stay in contact; report any abnormality immediately!"

Li Feng's voice was low; at this moment he also led his subordinates to the Jinghai Bowuguan.

The ancient building appeared even more solemn and austere in the night.

He walked slowly through the spacious exhibition hall, his footsteps echoing in the silent space.

The artifacts displayed in the showcase quietly narrated past history.

Everything seemed so calm, so calm it made people uneasy.

Li Feng stopped, his brows slightly furrowed; he always felt something was amiss.

He was about to contact others via his communicator when, suddenly, a Strong Wind surged.

Instinctively, he leapt backward, narrowly evading an attack from a Black Shadow.

When he focused his eyes, a towering tattooed man appeared before him.

The man's face was covered in flabby flesh, his eyes fierce, and his arm bore a snarling Langtou tattoo.

"Who are you?"

Li Feng asked in a deep voice, while remaining on guard.

The tattooed man gave no answer, only letting out a grim laugh, his eyes flashing with murderous light.