boyutpedia How to arrange Chapter 387
How to arrange Chapter 387
When Chairman Zhao mentioned the name "Ruan Feng," Zhang Chulan's eyes lit up.
That brightness wasn't just a normal "eyes flash," but rather like someone had lit a lamp behind his eyes—his pupils dilated slightly, the color of his irises deepened, and a faint sheen of water appeared on the surface of his eyeballs. His breathing quickened for a moment, and his fingers unconsciously flicked on his knee.
Ruan Feng, one of the Thirty-Six Thieves, is the owner of "Six Treasures Immortal Thief," one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques. He is a key figure in uncovering the secrets of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques. Zhang Chulan has been searching for him, like someone who has been groping in the dark for a long time and finally sees a ray of light. He once thought this clue had been lost, that Ruan Feng was dead, or had disappeared forever. But now, Ruan Feng is on Nathan Island.
"Ruan Feng is also on Nathan Island?" Zhang Chulan's voice was somewhat excited. That excitement wasn't feigned; it welled up from the bottom of his heart, like a river that had been blocked for too long suddenly having its sluice gates opened, his voice even trembling slightly.
"According to intelligence, yes." Chairman Zhao glanced at him, a glance that contained concern, reminder, and warning. "He has been living in seclusion on Nathan Island for many years, and he will most likely be drawn into this challenge for the throne."
Zhang Chulan took a deep breath and clenched his fist. His nails dug into his palm, leaving a white mark, but he was completely unaware. He had waited for this opportunity for far too long. So long that he sometimes even doubted whether "truth" even existed in this world. But now, the truth was on that island, within that person.
"Chairman Zhao."
Nie Lingfeng spoke, his voice calm, like a bucket of cool water, just enough to calm people down without extinguishing their enthusiasm.
"You mean we should send someone to Nathan Island?"
"Yes."
Chairman Zhao looked at him, his gaze steady and resolute. His eyes weren't large, but they were bright, like two obsidian stones that had been polished for a long time. That look wasn't one of discussion or suggestion, but rather a decision made after careful consideration. He knew what he was doing, and he knew who to entrust this matter to.
"Although Nathan Island is a lawless place, this commotion is too great. Supernatural forces from all over the world have gathered, and various forces are vying for power. If we don't participate at all, we may be marginalized in the international supernatural community. Moreover, we know too little about Qu Tong. Why is she challenging King Nathan? What does she want to gain on Nathan Island? We must find out these questions."
He paused, his gaze lingering on Nie Lingfeng's face for a moment.
"Therefore, I have decided to send a small team to Nathan Island."
He looked at Nie Lingfeng, his tone becoming serious.
"Xiao Nie, I hope you will lead the team for this operation."
A moment of silence fell over the office. Zhang Chulan looked at Nie Lingfeng, Wang Zhenqiu looked at Nie Lingfeng, and Zhang Lingyu also looked at Nie Lingfeng. Feng Baobao wasn't looking at Nie Lingfeng—she was looking out the window, where a bird had landed on the windowsill, tilting its head to look at her. But her munching on the carrot slowed down, and her ear was slightly turned to the side, clearly listening.
Nie Lingfeng did not answer immediately.
He remained silent for a few seconds, as if weighing the words on a scale, taking stock of their weight, significance, meaning, and potential consequences.
Then, he nodded slowly.
"Sure. But I have conditions."
"Go ahead," Chairman Zhao said, his brows relaxing slightly. He had anticipated that Nie Lingfeng would make demands, and even expected what those demands would be.
"I'm bringing Chen Duo, Chu Lan, and the baby."
Nie Lingfeng shifted his gaze from Chairman Zhao to Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao.
"The four of us work together seamlessly, which is enough to handle most situations."
When Zhang Chulan heard his name called, his expression changed from nervousness to surprise—the kind of surprise that said, "I knew Brother Nie wouldn't leave me out," tinged with a hint of smugness. He straightened his chest and raised his chin again.
Feng Baobao finally turned her head, glanced at Nie Lingfeng, then took a bite of the carrot, chewed it a couple of times, and mumbled, "Okay. Anyway, I don't have anything else to do."
"not enough."
Chairman Zhao shook his head, his tone leaving no room for argument. His voice was still the same, neither too loud nor too soft, neither too fast nor too slow, but the feeling that "there is no room for negotiation" stood there like a wall.
"This situation is far more complicated than you imagine. Nathan Island is not only home to various factions, but also to those lone masters, none of whom are easy to deal with. The monsters you encountered in the Northeast underground base, you could slash with a knife or punch them. But the people on Nathan Island are intelligent, experienced, have centuries of cultivation, and possess a thousand methods. You can't cut them down because they've already seen through your moves before you even draw your blade."
He paused.
"Furthermore, the rules and taboos of Nathan Island itself need to be studied by someone."
He stood up and walked to the window.
Outside the window, Beijing's skyline gradually became clear in the morning light. The CCTV building in the distance reflected golden sunlight, while the glass curtain walls of nearby office buildings shimmered with patches of light. On the streets, traffic began to flow, like a slowly moving river of steel and glass. This city was awakening, while on the other side of the world, on that island, a storm was brewing.
His figure appeared exceptionally tall and lonely in the morning light.
"Therefore, I've decided—to mobilize all the temporary workers."
Zhang Chulan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Chairman Zhao's back, he swallowed his words back.
"Hei Guan'er, Xiao Zizai, and Lao Meng will be the second wave of forces, following you after you land on the island. The first wave will be led by you, along with Chen Duo, Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao, Zhang Lingyu, Wang Zhenqiu, and—"
He turned around and looked towards the doorway.
"The two children from the Lu family will also be going with you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the office door was pushed open, and a man and a woman walked in.
The man was tall and handsome, with a composed demeanor. He wore a dark blue casual suit with a white shirt underneath, no tie, and the collar was slightly open. His hair was neatly combed, his eyebrows were thick, his nose was high, and his lips were pursed into a line, exuding the understated composure characteristic of a scion of a prominent family.
It was Lu Lin, the eldest son of the Lu family.
The woman was petite, with pigtails and large, bright eyes. She wore a pink sweatshirt with a cartoon cat printed on the front, paired with jeans and white canvas shoes. Her pigtails swayed with her steps, and her face wore an excited expression that seemed to say, "Finally, it's my turn!"
It was none other than Lu Linglong, the eldest daughter of the Lu family.
"Brother Nie! Long time no see!"
As soon as Lu Linglong entered, she greeted him warmly, her voice as clear and melodious as a silver bell. She skipped and hopped to Nie Lingfeng, her toes touching the ground twice as if she had springs in her feet, her ponytail swinging behind her in a beautiful arc.
"I heard you guys made headlines in Northeast China last time! Too bad I missed it! You absolutely have to take me with you to Nathan Island this time!"
Her eyes sparkled, like two black gems just pulled from the water, reflecting Nie Lingfeng's image. In those eyes was expectation, excitement, and a tiny—really just a tiny—desire to prove herself, a desire that had been suppressed for so long.
Lu Lin followed behind and helplessly pulled her along. His movement was small; he simply reached out and gently tugged at Lu Linglong's hoodie hood, as if afraid she would jump from the floor to the ceiling and bump into the light.
"Linglong, stop fooling around."
He smiled apologetically at Nie Lingfeng, a warm and restrained smile, as if to say, "That's just how my sister is, I'm sorry."
"Brother Nie, my sister is unruly, please forgive her. On this trip to Nathan Island, Linglong and I will do our best to cooperate and will not hold everyone back."
Nie Lingfeng nodded without saying much. He had heard about the strength of the Lu siblings—Lu Lin was calm and reliable, with solid cultivation, and was one of the few young people who could concentrate on cultivation; Lu Linglong, although lively, was extremely talented, quick-witted, and had accurate intuition. Both of them were outstanding among the younger generation.
"Alright, the personnel are settled."
Chairman Zhao clapped his hands and walked back behind his desk. He picked up a stack of documents from the desk, turned to the last page, which contained a simple map of Nathan Island and a list of personnel.
"First batch: Nie Lingfeng, Chen Duo, Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao, Zhang Lingyu, Wang Zhenqiu, Lu Linglong, and Lu Lin. The eight of you will form the advance team and depart immediately for Nason Island."
"The second group: Hei Guan'er, Xiao Zizai, and Lao Meng. They will depart in three days to provide you with backup."
He closed the folder, looked up, and his gaze swept over everyone present. His weathered face was devoid of smiles and composure, replaced only by a heavy, solemn weight, like that of a father sending his child off to war.