As Wan Junyang took poison to end his life, Zhou Lin's mind was filled with prompts.
"You indirectly caused the death of Wan Junyang, and the rewards are as follows:"
"Intermediate proficiency in conventional firearms."
"Introduction to Shaolin Long Fist."
"Introduction to Diamond Leg."
"Please choose one of the above three items as your reward, Host."
Zhou Lin thought for a moment. He already had a martial art technique comparable to Shaolin Long Fist, and it was at a high level. There was no need for him to learn it.
"I choose Diamond Leg."
Immediately, Zhou Lin felt a significant change in his two legs.
Diamond Leg, also known as Iron Leg Skill, is one of the leg techniques. It focuses on strengthening the legs to the point where they can be used to sweep enemies or disarm them. Its power is concentrated in the legs, particularly the calves.
Three years later, as the skill gradually matured, sweeping with the legs would shake weak branches and leaves, then even the trunk would tremble. When the skill reached its peak, the legs could shake trees as if they were about to break, and the Iron Broom skill would be achieved. If surrounded and unable to escape, one could use leg sweeps to break bones and defeat opponents, but mastering it was not easy and required perseverance.
This is a summary of Diamond Leg.
Without three to five years of practice, Diamond Leg would not be effective.
Zhou Lin felt that his current Diamond Leg had reached a proficiency equivalent to ten years of practice, achieving a minor mastery.
After receiving the reward, Zhou Lin prepared to retreat.
Now, trivial matters were not worth revisiting for Zhou Lin. It wasn't worthwhile to spend 400 points each time, equivalent to 400 grams of gold.
However, Wan Junyang's retreat had to be investigated.
Zhou Lin wanted to know who had ordered the killing of Lian Mingdao.
During the retreat, two things were useful to Zhou Lin.
One was two days ago, in Wan Junyang's dormitory, when a concealed figure appeared.
Wan Junyang seemed accustomed to such visits and respectfully greeted the person.
The visitor sat down and said, "Arrange for someone to kill Lian Mingdao."
Wan Junyang was astonished, "Sir! Why do you want to kill him?"
"The damn Nationalist spies are getting close to you, and you don't even know. You still treat them as brothers."
Wan Junyang's face twisted with rage. "He's actually a Nationalist spy."
"Yes! Now, he's following orders from that Zhou Lin of the Nationalists to investigate something. If the Nationalists succeed, we're finished."
Wan Junyang suddenly remembered, "Yesterday, he drank with me and asked so many questions. Damn it! Sir, please rest assured, I won't let him live past twenty-four hours."
"Hmm! I trust you to handle it!"
After that, Wan Junyang arranged for someone to kill Lian Mingdao.
After the assassin left following Wan Junyang's instructions, Wan Junyang saw the hidden figure again.
The figure was displeased with Wan Junyang's actions. "You could have killed him to eliminate future trouble, but you let him go."
"Sir, he's my brother after all, and he's done a lot for me. It's best to spare his life."
"Soft-hearted fool. Do you know? If he's caught, the Nationalists will make him confess. Then he'll reveal you, putting you in danger and threatening me."
Wan Junyang raised his right hand defiantly. "If I'm caught, I'll take care of myself. Please rest assured, Sir."
The figure dropped a bag. "Here are ten yellow croakers. Enough for you to live on. Take it and flee!"
With that, the figure left.
Wan Junyang pondered for a while and felt that he was in the clear. He then hid the ten yellow croakers and over eight hundred yuan he had in his room in a brick crevice before going to sleep.
While he was dreaming, the door suddenly knocked.
Opening the door, Wan Junyang saw Qiao Shaowen.
Qiao Shaowen rushed in with several others to subdue Wan Junyang. It took a lot of effort to overpower him and handcuff him.
Then came the scene of Wan Junyang's trial, until his suicide.
The person behind the scenes finally appeared!
Zhou Lin reviewed it several times, carefully observing the person.
However, they were too well hidden. From top to bottom, there was no flaw.
It would be impossible to find someone based solely on their appearance.
This meant there was no way forward.
Yes! There was no way forward. Because Wan Junyang was his closest confidant.
With Wan Junyang dead, there was no way to get closer.
Zhou Lin left with his men.
As he left, he handed Wan Junyang's body to the artillery division to bury.
As Zhou Lin walked ahead, he could feel a lot of hatred directed at him from behind.
But this was inevitable. What Zhou Lin was doing now was bound to provoke hatred.
At night, Zhou Lin was reading in his room.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Sir! Commander Zhou Weiguo is here."
Members of Squad 22 stood guard outside the door, serving as Zhou Lin's security detail.
In the artillery division, Zhou Lin was not safe. So the mission of Squad 22 was to protect him.
Zhou Lin opened the door and saw Zhou Weiguo smiling.
Zhou Lin invited Zhou Weiguo in.
Zhou Weiguo brought a food box and two bottles of white wine.
"It's been a long time since we drank together. Let's get drunk tonight."
Zhou Lin smiled and said, "Getting drunk is fine, but it won't be me."
Zhou Weiguo took out dishes from the food box and opened the wine bottles. He poured two bowls of wine.
Zhou Weiguo raised his bowl and clinked it with Zhou Lin's. "Cheers!"
Zhou Lin didn't hesitate and drank the wine in his bowl in one gulp.
Zhou Weiguo picked up a peanut and put it in his mouth.
"Since you joined the artillery division, I've always felt you're not an ordinary person. Especially during that incident in town when Gu Shang invited us to dinner. You showed the demeanor of a great general. I know you helped me with Gu Shang. Without you, I would've been implicated."
Zhou Lin didn't speak, just poured wine for Zhou Weiguo.
Zhou Weiguo took a sip and said, "Because Gu Shang came to me, and I brought Xiaonian in. If it were someone else, I would've been accused of colluding with the Nationalists."
Zhou Lin took a sip of wine. "I know you're not associated with the Nationalists. Because you love China."
Zhou Lin's words moved Zhou Weiguo. "Yes, I love my country! I'm ready to die for her at any time!"
Zhou Lin clinked bowls with Zhou Weiguo. "Don't die! We want to see our country prosper."
"Prosperity?"
Zhou Weiguo shook his head, pointing outside the door. "With these guys around, China won't prosper!"
With
that, Zhou Weiguo picked up a bag. He opened the mouth of the bag and turned it upside down. Mouth facing down.
A metallic sound rang out, and eight large yellow croakers and twenty small yellow croakers appeared on the ground.
Zhou Lin stared dumbfounded at the fish. "Commander Zhou, what are you doing?"