Urban Unrivaled Soldier King

Long Lin was also drunk.

He wasn't afraid of Ji Jianjian sharing the information about her friend group causing an uproar, it was the exact opposite, he just wanted this kind of result.

The Eagle King had already given him a new order, helping Xi Wanting to take over all the technology in the cauldron.

Therefore, it just so happened that Long Lin needed an igniting point in order to cause a huge stir in the people of Ding Ye Group, so that everyone with ulterior motives could be eliminated one by one.

If he could draw out the spies in the cold wind, then that would be even more perfect.

Ji Jianjian's chest was big and brainless, which was perfect for him to do this, but Long Lin never thought of letting Ji Jianjian ignite this controversy.

Ji Jianjian's big chest was brainless, leaving her at the heart of the struggle.

"Ji Jianjian, what are you thinking about all day?" Long Lin could not help but pat his forehead, and said painfully, "I really suspect, did you grow up eating pig fodder?"

"Boss, what do we do now?"

"What should we do?" Long Lin did not know whether to laugh or cry, and said helplessly, "Just wait for your punishment."

"Why?"

With Ji Jianjian's intellect, she was unable to explain her complicated relationship with her, as well as the various possibilities that might arise. She could only evade, "When you're working, you crazily swipe around to let the entire company know, tell me, should you be punished?"

"Boss, will you punish me with a lot of money?"

Long Lin could only pat his own head in pain, "Hurry up and delete the Moment of Friend. If there's really a huge fine, I'll help you take responsibility."

"Boss is so nice." Ji Jianjian excitedly blew a flying kiss to Long Lin, then quickly deleted her moments of friends, pretending to be busy.

Seeing that Ji Jianjian was still stealing glances at her Moments from time to time, Pepper could not help but say, "Ji Jianjian, give me your phone."

"Nope."

"If you're not afraid of killing the boss you admire, then continue playing on your phone. When your boss gets fired, then I'll see where you can go to find such a great boss."

"Then, alright." Ji Jianjian bit her lower lip hard before making her decision. She reluctantly handed the phone over.

Ji Jianjian's detonation earlier had caused Long Lin to be in no mood to translate the contract.

With the situation at hand, it was impossible for things to end like this.

Between him and the Secretary Zhang, one must leave.

Long Lin was not worried at all that he would be forced to leave, as for participants of the Secretary Zhang's level, he did not put them in his eyes, even if they did not have Xi Wanting's backing them.

The result Long Lin wanted to see was to eradicate the person who had ulterior motives towards Xi Wanting, and then use all her power to search and search for, and see if there were any spies within the group that had planted a spy within the cold wind tissue.

If there was one, it was at least at the Q rank of a Plum Blossom.

The cold wind had inserted 52 nails into the China. Among them, all the J Class people had been determined, and the ones between 10 and 2 had been determined.

The remaining twelve, from the Plum Blossom Q to the Spade A, had yet to be finalized one by one.

In total, there were only twelve people left, one less.

Furthermore, once a candidate of this level was eliminated, it would be difficult for the cold wind tissue to find a substitute within a short period of time.

Long Lin walked out of the office, went to the fire escape route and dialed the Falcon's number.

"Kid, what's wrong?"

"What's the film crew's decision?" Long Lin asked seriously.

"What you said was right, we have indeed given birth to a shadow in the cold wind during our long struggle." The Solitary Falcon said in a serious tone, "The film crew is currently preparing the clean-up operation. They will use thunderous method to remove 39 of the 40 nails that have been confirmed, leaving behind only one spade J."

"Alright, then I'll wait for your news."

"Kid, there is one of us in the cauldron business. I will introduce him to you later so that you won't have any misunderstandings. Just be happy and kill your own people."

"Alright."

"Also, the battle in the Xi Family is about to start, the cauldron business is a key issue, you have to help that girl in the Xi Family to stabilize that side, I will personally watch the side of the Xi Family Old Devil's laboratory."

"Alright."

"Oh right, I heard from that little snake that your medical skills are pretty good. I came over tonight to see if I can help delay Xi Family's old fogey a bit."

"I can treat injuries, I can cure illnesses." Long Lin said in a serious tone, "As long as you don't think of any external injuries as death, I can pull you back from death's door. But in terms of treatment, I can only be considered a good doctor."

"Come and take a look first."

"Alright."

… ….

After communicating with the falcon for a while, Long Lin was deep in thought again.

Every stage of the Golden Dragon's Art had mystical uses, but it was extremely difficult to advance to the next stage.

There were a total of nine levels to the Golden Dragon's Art: Nascent Dragon, infant dragon, silver dragon, gold dragon, divine dragon, king dragon, emperor dragon, holy dragon, and ancestor dragon. They respectively corresponded to the profound, yellow, earth, and heaven rank cultivation levels of other ancient martial arts realms.

Innate, Martial King, Martial King, Martial Saint, and Martial Ancestor.

On the small divisions, the Golden Dragon's Art and the normal ancient martial arts were the same. They were divided into early, middle, late, and peak stages with four small divisions.

Currently, Long Lin was at the peak of the Infant Dragon Rank, which was equivalent to the realm of Black Level Peak used in ancient martial arts.

Amongst the ancient martial arts, this was a very low level.

However, in this era where ancient martial arts were on the verge of extinction, this was already a very extraordinary achievement.

Of course, compared to real strong warriors, Long Lin was still far from being enough.

The former number one expert of the Umbra, the Dragon King, was already a peak-level Heaven Realm warrior. Even if both his legs were broken, he could still heavily injure Long Lin with a single punch.

If not for the fact that both his legs were broken and he could only defend the Shadow Underground Base, it would have seriously affected his progress in martial arts cultivation. The achievements of the Dragon King were far more than this.

As for the founder of the film crew, Falcon, the former second strongest fighter in the dragon group, he had already reached the late stage of the Innate realm.

However, in this era where firearms were rampant, although the ancient martial arts were strong, in the real battlefield, their utility was greatly weakened.

Even if he was a Upper Sky warrior, what could he do?

A single missile would turn Upper Sky warrior into meat paste, so there was no need to mention a nuclear bomb.

Of course, the effects of the ancient martial arts were still very strong.

Under the same firepower, a trained fighter could easily defeat a top tier soldier without the basics of ancient martial arts.

His reaction speed, sharp eyesight, sense of danger, and so forth, all of these ancient martial artists far surpassed ordinary people.

Of course, under the suppression of absolute level, that was a completely different matter.

Long Lin suspected that even if he was given a heavy machine gun, he might not be able to defeat the Solitary Falcon.

Every time Golden Dragon's Art leveled up, it would have an extra dragon's strength. Furthermore, its reaction speed would increase by leaps and bounds.

Other than that, the Golden Dragon's Art had a miraculous ability that normal ancient martial artists did not have.

The blood of a practitioner of Golden Dragon's Art would have miraculous uses, moreover, every time they leveled up, there would be a different kind of usage for the blood.

In the first stage of the Golden Dragon's Art, blood possessed an extremely abnormal healing ability, but it was limited to healing external injuries.

As long as one did not die from any of these injuries and was not damaged, they could be healed swiftly. However, they did not have the slightest ability to treat an illness.

To the extent that blood with such exaggerated healing abilities couldn't even treat an ordinary sore throat.

Long Lin's experience of obtaining the Golden Dragon's Art could be said to be mystical.

It was a tragic war, Long Lin's heart was shot straight in the heart.

Initially, he thought that he was doomed, but the outcome was beyond his expectations.

Just as Long Lin's eyes started to glaze over and the world started to sink into darkness, the dragon-shaped carvings hanging around his neck suddenly started to emit a blinding light.

The blood that was gushing out of his heart was also sucked dry by the stone sculpture.

A blinding light enveloped Long Lin's entire body, instantly healing his injuries and turning a loss into a victory. Not only that, a first stage Golden Dragon's Art cultivation technique appeared in his mind.

As his thoughts flew, Long Lin removed the dragon-shaped carvings s that were only the size of a thumb joint from his ankle.

The sculpture was completely black. It was made of what seemed like jade but wasn't. It seemed more like a special metal, but it wasn't.

This was a material Long Lin had never seen before.

According to the director of the orphanage, he had been sent to the door of the old courtyard on a snowy night.

Hearing the knock on the door, the old courtyard opened the door and saw Long Lin, with a dragon-shaped carvings hanging from his neck, and a note with his name written on it.

Other than that, there was nothing else.

Looking at the pitch-black dragon-shaped carvings, a trace of hatred quietly flashed past Long Lin's eyes.

For more than twenty years, he had been born without a care in the world.

Especially the years when he was on the street, which made it even harder for Long Lin to forget about him.

That year, he was only five years old.

Long Lin didn't even remember how many times he had almost frozen to death and starved to death, or how many times he had almost died from sickness, and how many times he had almost been beaten to death just because he had stolen a little food.

Which parents would be willing to let their children suffer such torture?

These parents, how cruel were they!