redvbooks Chapter 136 He called me Little Li? The God of War was actually Mr. Lin's greeter?!
Chapter 136 He called me Little Li? The God of War was actually Mr. Lin's greeter?!
Dark as ink.
On the highway, the Fang family's convoy, like a group of lurking steel behemoths, silently glided towards Beijing.
Fang Tianwen closed his eyes and tapped his knuckles lightly on his knees, trying to calm his turbulent emotions.
He knew that this trip was the most important and dangerous gamble of his life.
The posture must be kept to a minimum.
So low as to be in the dust.
Just then, a sharp alarm shattered the deathly silence inside the car.
Internal communication from the lead vehicle.
"Master! An unidentified flying object is rapidly approaching from five kilometers ahead!"
"Speed... breaking Mach 3! Target locked on our team!"
"What?!"
Second Elder Fang Tianxing's expression changed drastically, and his back straightened instantly.
"Are those official armed helicopters? What are they planning to do?!"
Fang Tianwen's eyelids suddenly opened, and a flash of cold light appeared in his eyes.
He knew that this trip would not escape the eyes of the state.
But I didn't expect the other party's reaction to be so swift and so...uncompromising.
Interception by a supersonic attack helicopter?
Is this a warning, or a preparation to open fire?
"Brother, what should we do?" Fang Tianxing's voice was tense. "Should we have the clan's experts prepare...?"
"Let's wait and see."
Fang Tianwen's voice was cold and steady.
He may be as humble as an ant to that Mr. Lin, but that doesn't mean the Fang family is a pushover.
"Order the convoy to maintain its original speed and ignore it."
"I'd like to see what they're up to."
The order was given, and the air inside the convoy froze instantly.
A subtle yet powerful aura began to circulate, and all the Fang family experts were poised to strike.
However, what happened next made everyone feel strange.
The menacing aircraft on the radar suddenly slowed down when it was one kilometer away from the convoy.
It made no threatening moves, but simply circled over the convoy, as if looking for a suitable open space.
Finally, the helicopter landed slowly in an open area not far ahead.
The huge propeller whipped up a gale, causing the roadside trees to sway wildly.
The hatch slid open, and three figures leaped out.
The man in the lead was dressed in black casual clothes, with a tall and straight figure and a resolute face.
"Stop the car," Fang Tianwen ordered.
The convoy came to a smooth stop.
Fang Tianwen and Fang Tianxing exchanged a glance, both seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes.
They recognized the person at a glance.
The top leader of the Huaxia Special Operations Group, the iron-blooded general who strikes fear into the hearts of countless forces on the international stage—Li Zhenguo!
He actually came in person?
"Brother, they've come with ill intentions," Fang Tianxing said in a very low voice.
"Let's go down and meet him."
Fang Tianwen didn't say much. He calmly straightened his Tang suit, opened the door, and got out of the car.
The night wind howled, causing his clothes and white hair to flutter wildly.
He stood under the glow of the streetlight, his gaze fixed on the figure walking briskly towards him. The imposing aura of a half-step "land immortal" unconsciously spread out.
But what happened next caused Fang Tianwen and all the Fang family elders behind him to have their minds go blank.
Li Zhenguo, known for his iron fist, suddenly stopped when he was about ten meters away from Fang Tianwen.
The fortitude and seriousness on his face melted away instantly, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.
Instead, there was an overly enthusiastic, even slightly ingratiating, smile.
"Oh my! You must be Mr. Fang? It's an honor to meet you! I've heard so much about you!"
Li Zhenguo almost jogged forward, extending his hands enthusiastically, his gesture bordering on exaggerated.
"I'm Li Zhenguo, just a errand runner. It's so late, and I'm troubled to have you personally come all this way. You're really working so hard!"
That tone, that expression.
Where is even a trace of the majesty of a great general?
This is clearly the lobby manager at the hotel entrance, waiting to welcome top-tier VIPs!
Fang Tianwen's hand, which was ready to be grasped, froze in mid-air.
His carefully crafted plans for questioning, intimidation, and even negotiation were instantly blocked, leaving him unable to utter a single word.
He was stunned.
Fang Tianxing and the elders behind him were all petrified, their faces blank with shock.
The script...did you pick up the wrong one?
What happened to the promised strong interception?
What happened to the promise to confront and punish them?
Why did the tone suddenly change to "Welcome leaders to visit and guide our work"?
"General Li... you're too kind."
Fang Tianwen, being a cunning old fox who had lived for nearly a hundred years, forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart and clasped hands with Li Zhenguo.
"I wonder what brings General Li to block the road so late at night?" he asked cautiously.
"Oh, please don't call me 'General,' it's too much of an honor! If you think too highly of me, just call me Little Li!"
Li Zhenguo's smile grew even brighter and more sincere.
"I heard you were coming to Beijing, and our leader specifically instructed me to personally greet you, show you the way, and make all the necessary arrangements. We absolutely cannot neglect our distinguished guest!"
lead the way?
arrangement?
Fang Tianwen felt as if his brain was stuffed into a tangled mess, completely unable to function.
He stared at Li Zhenguo's flawless smiling face, unable to tell whether the other party was being sincere or just giving him empty platitudes.
"No... I dare not accept such praise." Fang Tianwen's voice was hoarse. "We have come here to pay our respects to a senior master."
"And...to apologize to him for our family's previous recklessness."
He decided to continue with the original plan and adopt an even more humble approach.
He thought that his words would at least elicit some surprise or curiosity from the other party.
However, Li Zhenguo's reaction once again shattered his prediction.
Upon hearing this, Li Zhenguo suddenly slapped his thigh, and an expression of "So that's how it is, I understand now" instantly appeared on his face.
"Oh—! Is that so!"
He gave a knowing smile.
"Look at my own memory! I should have realized it sooner! You must also be here to pay your respects to Mr. Lin, right?"
"You...you knew?"
Fang Tianwen was completely dumbfounded.
Not only did he know, but judging from his expression, he didn't seem surprised at all?
"I know, of course I know!"
Li Zhenguo suddenly lowered his voice, leaned closer to Fang Tianwen, and said mysteriously in a tone that implied "we're on the same side."
"To be honest, Mr. Fang, you're not exactly the first group."
"Just two days ago, I was the one who received those two gods from Asgard."
"Further ahead, there's that European sorcerer named Merlin, and some kind of Kage from Iga in Japan... sigh... they're all here to pay their respects to Mr. Lin. We're used to it."
As Li Zhenguo spoke, he shook his head, his face even revealing a hint of weariness that said, "Our grassroots work is not easy either."
"Mr. Lin prefers quiet. But with all these important figures flocking to his little courtyard one after another, we in charge of providing external services are under a lot of pressure!"
Asgard...God?
Grand Master Merlin?
Fang Tianwen listened as these names, which only existed in myths and legends, were spoken by Li Zhenguo as casually as if he were talking about the neighbor's second uncle.
Tonight, his worldview was once again... crushed to the ground by an invisible hand.
Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, who was all smiles and called himself "Little Li," the last trace of scrutiny and wariness in his eyes completely vanished.
Instead, there is boundless awe.
He finally figured it out.
This General Li is not some lobby manager.
He... he was clearly a servant of that deity, walking among mortals, responsible for handling all worldly affairs...
Chief Steward of God!
With this in mind, Fang Tianwen dared not be negligent or arrogant in the slightest.
He suddenly took a step back, bowed deeply to Li Zhenguo, and performed a ninety-degree salute.
"Steward Li... Steward Li! We were blind and didn't recognize your greatness. We hope you will forgive us!"
Li Zhenguo: "???"
Manager?
What kind of steward?
Li Zhenguo was completely dumbfounded when he saw the white-haired old man in front of him, who was older than his grandfather, bowing to him at a ninety-degree angle and addressing him as "Master Steward".
What... what's going on here?!