Four hours later, the high-speed train arrived in the Imperial Capital.
It was quite late, and Lin Xiaoqian was sound asleep in Lin Chen's arms.
Lin Chen gently carried Lin Xiaoqian out of the station. At the exit, they spotted Song Qingquan, who had personally come to pick them up in his luxury car.
"President Song, thank you for the trouble," Lin Chen said with a smile.
Song Qingquan chuckled. "Grandmaster Lin, it's no trouble at all. The real hardship was your long journey to my father's birthday banquet. Look, Qianqian is already fast asleep."
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Lin Chen and Lin Xiaoqian got into the car.
Lin Xiaoqian blinked her eyes groggily, saw her father holding her, and immediately fell back asleep with a sense of security.
"Grandmaster Lin—" Song Qingquan began.
"President Song, please use a different title," Lin Chen interrupted. "If you keep calling me 'Grandmaster Lin,' people will inevitably associate me with the 'Grandmaster Lin Yu' online, and my secret will be exposed."
Song Qingquan smiled. "Then I'll call you Young Master Lin. Young Master Lin, we have guest rooms at our villa. Would you prefer to stay with us, or at a hotel outside?"
"The hotel, please," Lin Chen replied.
They weren't yet close enough to stay at his home.
"Understood."
"Our Song Family owns high-end hotels. You can rest assured about their safety and hygiene, Young Master Lin."
Song Qingquan assured them.
He escorted Lin Chen and his group to their suite—a presidential suite arranged by Song Qingquan.
"Young Master Lin, President Xu, please don't hesitate to contact the room attendant or me directly if you need anything."
Song Qingquan said politely.
"Thank you," Lin Chen nodded. Song Qingquan soon took his leave.
Despite Song Qingquan's assurances of safety, Lin Chen still conducted a thorough inspection. Hidden cameras would be a problem.
"Honey, I'll take a shower first," Xu Mengyao said.
Lin Chen: "Why not join me? It's late—we'll save time."
Xu Mengyao's face flushed crimson.
She shot Lin Chen a playful glare. "Dream on."
***
In a certain part of the United States, Louis arrived at the office with a cup of coffee. His company specialized in intelligence gathering.
The United States spent a vast amount of money on intelligence annually.
Commissioner Smith needed to find ways to skim some of that money. Hiring someone to start an intelligence firm and then contracting it for services was a good strategy—it offered a plausible deniability if anything went wrong.
"Minister, here's last night's intelligence report."
When Louis reached his office, his tall, blonde assistant quickly handed him the organized report.
Their intelligence firm was substantial, with operations spanning the globe and processing vast amounts of data daily.
The leadership team had to decide which leads to pursue further and which to abandon.
Sipping his coffee, Louis began reading slowly.
The initial reports were mundane, failing to pique his interest. He dealt with all sorts of intelligence every day.
Suddenly, Louis sat up straight.
He set down his coffee and reread the report from the beginning.
"Interesting."
"The malfunction was resolved so quickly. This significantly increases the likelihood that Academician Lin is Lin Chen."
Louis muttered to himself.
They had recently obtained intelligence about a mysterious "Academician Lin," who was highly skilled and possessed deep research in all aspects of aircraft manufacturing.
After analyzing the data with their computers, they concluded that the probability of Academician Lin being Lin Chen was over sixty percent.
And so, this entire operation was launched.
They hadn't actually intended to cause a disaster. If Lin Chen hadn't stepped forward, someone else would have provided assistance.
—That way, they could have collected a hefty fee!
"What a shame," Louis thought. "My granddaughter really liked the fairy tales you wrote."
He was certain the probability of Lin Chen being a threat was over seventy percent. He could submit this intelligence to his superiors as a major achievement.
With such a report, Lin Chen would likely face an "accident" within the next few months.
Across the globe, US organizations covertly eliminate numerous threats every year.
The lucky ones might live a little longer. The unlucky ones might get their "ascension package" that very month.
***
A research institute in China.
"Expert Guo, we're from the National Security Special Operations Group. We need to ask you some questions."
"Please come with us."
The middle-aged man showed his ID.
The elderly man before him was Guo Qingsong, a renowned researcher with strong scientific credentials. He had been nominated for Academician status but hadn't yet been selected. The institute where he worked was of high importance, and his research involved critical matters.
"Ridiculous," Guo Qingsong frowned. "I'm swamped with work. I don't have time for this."
The middle-aged man's eyes glinted. A master of psychology and microexpression analysis, he detected signs of guilt in Guo Qingsong's reaction. The probability of Guo Qingsong being involved in something problematic had significantly increased.
"Expert Guo, we wouldn't be here if it wasn't important. Come with us willingly, or we'll have to take you by force," the man said in a low voice.
Panic flashed in Guo Qingsong's eyes. He was a researcher, not a trained spy.
"You two get out. I need to make a phone call. I'll report your behavior to my superiors."
Guo Qingsong said in a low voice.
"Expert Guo, if you don't come with us voluntarily, we'll have to handcuff you and take you in by force," the middle-aged man said sternly.
He was now 100% certain that Guo Qingsong was involved.
Guo Qingsong's mental defenses instantly crumbled.
He slumped like a frostbitten eggplant, completely deflated.
The man's aggressive tone meant he must have evidence.
"I... I'll go with you," Guo Qingsong said, taking a deep breath.
The institute was filled with colleagues and friends of many years. Going with them was better than being watched by those people as they handcuffed him.
Soon, Guo Qingsong followed them out.
Two men remained in his office to search for evidence.
Night passed.
*Beep-beep!*
Lin Chen received a call from Tianlang.
"Tianlang, calling so early? Any results?" Lin Chen answered.
"Mr. Lin, I have good news and bad news," Tianlang replied. "The good news is we've identified the spy and confirmed someone is stirring up trouble. The bad news is an overseas organization is now targeting you, and this incident will only make them more suspicious of you."
Lin Chen: "Those overseas organizations must have been watching me for a long time. If they hadn't, I'd question their professionalism."
"My fairy tales have already sold globally."
Tianlang's grave voice came through: "Mr. Lin, this kind of surveillance is different from before. Previously, you were just making money and didn't pose much of a threat."
"We'll be strengthening your security, Mr. Lin, but you also need to be more vigilant about your personal safety."
"Absolutely do not try to shake off our security personnel."
Lin Chen: "Don't worry, I'm not an idiot."
"Can they be 100% certain I'm involved?"
Tianlang replied: "We've imposed a lockdown and will confiscate the aircraft's black boxes. They can't be 100% certain, but they aren't judges."
"They don't need absolute certainty to act."
Lin Chen: "Understood. I'll be careful."
After hanging up, Lin Chen sighed softly.
Even after being so low-key, he'd still attracted major trouble.
Fortunately, he was no longer the same person he used to be.
His physique was formidable, and he had already become a Martial Grandmaster.
"System, how many hours of Tai Chi Secret Art experience do I have?"
Lin Chen mentally asked the System.
"Host, you currently have 76 hours of experience."
Lin Xiaoqian was diligently practicing, and his progress was quite good.
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