Chapter 1126: Chapter 1126: The Suspect
"Everlasting" is a slow song, written and composed by Zhou Wenhong, telling the story of a person who regains hope after setbacks and becomes bright again.
Although this song wasn’t on tonight’s setlist, it is undoubtedly the most suitable one for this moment.
Fortunately, this song is very popular, and all the music teachers have heard it. The sheet music is almost memorized in their hearts, so playing it is not difficult.
When the song ended, enthusiastic applause and cheers erupted from the audience. A smile reappeared on Jiang Pan Die’s face, as if nothing had ever happened.
Lin Tian did not return to his VIP seat; instead, he watched her finish singing from backstage. Seeing her smile again, Lin Tian also smiled with satisfaction.
"Tian,"
Wu Yong’s voice came from behind.
Lin Tian turned around and asked, "What’s the situation?"
"We’ve added more staff at all the entrances and backstage. Those guys who were fighting and got injured have been sent to the city center hospital. The uninjured ones were interrogated separately. Their statements were consistent, claiming that the others started the fight first, and not just once," Wu Yong said.
Lin Tian furrowed his brow slightly, immediately understanding. Someone must have mixed in with the audience, taking advantage of the dim lighting to do something that made them mistakenly think the others were causing trouble.
But with so many people in the audience, trying to find the real instigator is undeniably like finding a needle in a haystack.
"Send those people to the police station, and we’ll keep a copy of the record," Lin Tian said.
"They’ve already been sent, but I still feel like this isn’t over," Wu Yong said with a long sigh, looking like a bird startled by a bow. Even with more hands, he still felt there were gaps.
Lin Tian patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Let’s go and check the backstage. Maybe we’ll have an unexpected find?"
Wu Yong nodded, just as he intended.
"Tian, are those people really that powerful? There are so many of us, yet so many things went wrong," Wu Yong said, a bit angrily. Black Gold has never suffered such a great loss before! It’s a huge slap in the face!
If it were a single gap, Wu Yong could understand, but with all those events adding up just now, Black Gold seemed utterly useless. Isn’t this a matter of skill?
But what puzzled Wu Yong was that the security people here were all retired soldiers who had undergone special training and assessments, so their combat and reconnaissance capabilities should be strong. But now?
Wu Yong exhaled deeply. He could already imagine that tomorrow there would be many bombshell news articles about Black Gold, and many would certainly involve methods from the Wang Family.
A tall tree catches the wind.
Lin Tian said, "The ancient martial arts families are deeply rooted, they are giants, and their martial prowess is definitely far superior to our security. It’s just the way it is."
"Tian, do you think...can our people also practice ancient martial arts?" Wu Yong asked.
Lin Tian shook his head without even thinking, "No. In the military, only a few special people can access ancient martial arts; most are kept away. Our people are just security. Why do they need such strong combat power? If it harms society, it’s ultimately our responsibility."
"Then why are there so few people in the military who can practice ancient martial arts?"
"Ancient martial arts aren’t just about standing on a horse stance, meditating, and practicing boxing. It also involves many secret Heart Methods and various rare resources. Even though the country has a lot of these materials, they are rare resources and can’t be popularized."
Wu Yong nodded, realizing he had oversimplified things.
Suddenly, Lin Tian asked, "You look stronger than before. How’s the training effect with Tian Ming?"
Wu Yong grinned, boasting, "It’s good. With my current build, if I went back to our old school and ran into those thugs again, I could take on two with one hand."
Lin Tian chuckled, this guy was bragging again, still the same in that aspect.
"And against Tian Ming, what’s your chance of winning?" Lin Tian asked with a smile.
"What? Tian Ming?" Wu Yong immediately fell silent, "That guy’s a freak. Even if I train for ten years, I might not be able to beat him."
"That might not be true. If you follow what I said, by around this time next year, your strength will be about the same as his."
Wu Yong immediately became interested and leaned closer, asking, "Tian, are you saying I should practice ancient martial arts too?"
"Interested?"
"I’m very interested!" Excitement flashed in Wu Yong’s eyes but quickly faded as he said, "But...isn’t ancient martial arts something that requires early foundation building? And the Heart Methods and rare materials you mentioned aren’t easy to find."
"You don’t need to worry about those things; leave them to me. But don’t tell anyone about this."
"Hey! No problem!"
The two of them chatted as they patrolled the backstage. Suddenly, a figure in gray clothing and a hooded outfit rushed out of a dressing room with incredible speed, as if running for their life.
"Stop right there, you bastard!" Wu Yong immediately got angry, not expecting to actually catch a suspicious person.
"Yong..." Lin Tian was about to say something, but Wu Yong had already dashed forward, though his speed was still far behind.
Lin Tian immediately gave chase, accelerating to his limit and overtaking Wu Yong in an instant. In Wu Yong’s surprised gaze, Lin Tian caught up with the suspicious person in just two breaths.
A cold glint flashed as a silver needle pricked an acupuncture point on the person’s leg.
The leg instantly went numb, and under the force of inertia, the person face-planted onto the tiled floor, letting out a gut-wrenching scream.
"Must be disfigured!" Wu Yong thought.
Lin Tian leisurely walked up, retrieved the silver needle, grabbed the person’s neck, and lifted him like a chick, then threw him like garbage into a corner.
Only then did Wu Yong see the person’s face, just as he guessed, almost unrecognizable. The left half of the face was bruised, and the nosebleed smeared all over, utterly repulsive.
"A low-level Martial Artist," Lin Tian said with a playful smile. If he were of mid-level Martial Artist strength or higher, he wouldn’t have fallen so miserably just now.
A look of surprise flashed in the person’s eyes, but they quickly snorted disdainfully.
Lin Tian raised his hand and slapped the person hard on their already bruised left cheek, adding a scarlet handprint with force.
"Stop pretending with me! Don’t you get the current situation? Be honest for leniency! Resist for severity!" Lin Tian said coldly.
