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The Lobby Manager was engaged in a game of Landlord with a young woman when suddenly, a few people barged in. Their serious expressions indicated they were not to be trifled with. What shocked him the most was their matching Anima suits. As a Manager, he understood that while he might lack certain abilities or achievements, he must learn to read people. Over his years in the profession, he had developed a keen eye for discerning when to be submissive and when to assert himself. Otherwise, he wouldn't have risen to the position of hotel lobby Manager.
Thus, he quickly adjusted his demeanor and greeted the newcomers with a professional smile, asking, "How may I assist you?"
One of the black-clad individuals scoffed coldly and swiftly walked over, turning the Lobby Manager's computer around. The screen still displayed the Landlord game interface. How careless could he be? Upon seeing them, he should have closed it immediately or at least minimized it.
"You useless fool! Did the Wu Family pay you to play Landlord here?" The same person slapped the Lobby Manager while berating him.
The newcomers were part of the Wu Family's exclusive Intelligence Team, one of their most elite units.
"Really? You think you can boss me around? The Wu Family pays me for my work, and that's none of your business. Let me tell you, my uncle is high up in the Wu Family Group. Since you know about the Wu Family, you should also understand its influence." It turned out that this Lobby Manager had secured his position thanks to his uncle and was aware of the Wu Family's significant power.
Most people would not know just how powerful the usually low-profile Wu Family truly was.
After saying this, he lifted his chin with a hint of arrogance.
"Your uncle? Who is your uncle?" The leader among them frowned. He hadn't expected to uncover such information while merely looking for Lin Feng's check-in details at a hotel under the Wu Family's management. It seemed that the corruption within the Wu Family wasn't limited to this Lobby Manager; there were higher-ups involved as well.
This team’s primary mission was to identify individuals sought by the Wu Family across three generations and to oversee any actions that might harm the family's interests. They wielded considerable power; aside from absolute obedience to Wu Old Master, they had the authority to supervise and punish anyone else within the family. They could even penalize Wu Old Master’s son if he harmed the family's interests.
Because of this structure, corruption within the Wu Family was rare, maintaining harmony within the organization. This was part of Wu Old Master's brilliance in managing his family—using strong measures to suppress any budding evils.
They had not anticipated that what they thought would be an easy investigation into Lin Feng's information would reveal such issues within the Wu Family enterprise itself. Naturally, they would conduct a thorough investigation into it.
"Ha ha... scared, huh? Just so you know, my uncle is Wu Liang." The Manager, having revealed his uncle's identity, laughed wildly at them. He knew the power his uncle held; when he said he would arrange for him to work at this hotel as the Lobby Manager, it took only two days without any interviews. Two days later, he reported for duty and began his career playing games in the Manager's Office.
He also knew that he had no real abilities in life, so he just wanted to stay here forever.
"Wu Liang, is he part of the Wu Family?" The Lobby Manager's mention of the so-called "Wu Family higher-ups" clearly didn't ring a bell for the core members of the Wu Family, prompting another question.
"Of course not part of the Wu Family; my uncle just happens to have the surname Wu. Why am I telling you this? That big guy who just hit me felt great, right? If you don't want to offend the Wu Family, kneel down now, slap yourself ten times, and then lick my shoe soles." That guy was quite bold, actually responding to the leading man in black before getting tough and demanding that they lick his shoes.
Normally, he wouldn't dare speak so aggressively, but since he had already revealed his uncle's name today, he decided to go all out. After all, he was a man and wanted to try out this assertive attitude.
"Heh... I think you're the one preparing to offend the Wu Family." One of the black-clad men who had spoken first was furious upon hearing someone ask the Captain to lick his shoes. He stepped forward, ready to loosen up his muscles. The Wu Family's elite Intelligence Team was not to be trifled with; their combat capabilities were not something ordinary people could contend with. After all, gathering intelligence required more than just a weakling.
"Blackhead, wait! We have important business today. Old Six, make a note of this person's name and his uncle's name. We'll investigate later and clarify all connections. Then you can deal with those pests; you know what to do." The Captain clearly had a broader perspective and spoke to Blackhead, who was about to beat up the Manager. He then instructed another seemingly mild-mannered person nearby to handle these matters.
"Captain, don't worry. I'll make sure they taste the consequences of betraying the Wu Family. If it weren't for our urgent business today, I would have made this guy experience my torture." Despite Old Six's gentle appearance, he was quite skilled at tormenting others. He was also the head of the Wu Family's enforcement department and worked closely with the Intelligence Team, making him part of it as well.
"Alright, Third Brother, go find Lin Feng's information from his computer. Remember, Old Master has instructed us not to alert him for now." After giving these instructions, the Captain turned to another team member wearing thick glasses.
Third Brother didn't like much except fiddling with computers; this passion had paid off as he became one of ten capable hackers. Tasks like this were easy for him.
"Got it, Captain. I know what to do." Third Brother replied casually.
The group collaborated on their respective tasks without paying any attention to the Lobby Manager, leaving him tied up in a corner as if he were invisible.
Soon enough, the Captain had obtained Lin Feng's hotel check-in information along with that of Dong Jie and Chen Family Father and Daughter.
Then, they left, and as for the Lobby Manager, there were naturally people to handle that. What the Intelligence Team needed to do was to clean up his so-called uncle and the uncle's accomplices.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng hurriedly bought a large bucket and a box of chocolates. He carried the bucket while Dong Jie held the chocolates as they passed through the lobby and entered the elevator on the first floor of the hotel.
Lin Feng moved quickly; before long, he had closed the door and was ready to cultivate. Dong Jie insisted on staying by his side, and Lin Feng had no choice but to go along with her. He knew that once Dong Jie made up her mind about something, it was not easy to change it. Anyway, this matter was not too important, and since Lin Feng was eager to refine that energy, he didn't mind.
After closing the door, Lin Feng first went to the bathroom to rinse out the bucket. Since it was newly bought, he felt uneasy using it without washing it first, and then he began filling it with water.
The bucket Lin Feng bought was definitely large enough; when filled with water, he could sit inside comfortably.
By the way, since Lin Feng planned to soak himself in cool water, why not use the hotel's bathtub?
The answer is simple: anyone who has stayed in a hotel knows that the safety of those public areas is really low. No one knows who stayed there before. Although the bathtub has been disinfected and cleaned thoroughly, how can one be sure it is truly clean?
Therefore, Lin Feng never used their bathtubs when staying at hotels. Even if he needed to shower, he only used the showerhead.
This was also why Lin Feng specifically went out to buy a large bucket.
Alright, with the water filled up, Lin Feng began preparing for cultivation.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Lin Feng didn't dare sit on the bed for fear that if he got too hot all over, he might burn the sheets, which would be problematic.
Then, under Tesla's guidance, Lin Feng started refining energy.
Refining energy wasn't actually difficult; Lin Feng had refined energy before, but that energy was too little, making the process very simple.
Once the energy becomes too abundant and intense, even a simple action repeated thousands of times can introduce many factors of instability.
Therefore, despite having some experience in refining energy, Lin Feng did not dare to be reckless. He made thorough preparations before he began the process of refining energy.
As expected, it was manageable at first, but after a while, Lin Feng felt his body starting to heat up, and it became increasingly hot. His body temperature was rising sharply, all of which was within Lin Feng's expectations. Thus, he directly jumped into the large barrel.
Once he jumped into the barrel, the temperature of the water inside began to rise rapidly, and it started boiling.
To put it nicely, Lin Feng now resembled those reclusive masters in meditation, where thick smoke would appear during their practice; to put it bluntly, Lin Feng felt like a boiled chicken, as if the hair on his body was about to fall off.
Of course, the feeling of losing hair was just an illusion for Lin Feng. With his body tempered by the Forbidden Spring, it was impossible for him to lose hair from such high temperatures.
However, while the current temperature might not affect Lin Feng, he could not guarantee what would happen next. The large barrel he bought was made of plastic. Although it was quite expensive and of good quality, no matter how high its heat resistance was, it could not withstand the limitless increase in Lin Feng's body temperature.
Without hesitation, Lin Feng immediately turned on the faucet next to the barrel. As he twisted the faucet open, he felt grateful that he had prepared this large water barrel and had not moved it away from under the faucet. This allowed water to flow directly into the barrel, alleviating the sharp increase in temperature on Lin Feng's body.
However, despite the faucet continuously supplying water, Lin Feng still felt that the water in the barrel was rising in temperature. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly: "If only I had prepared some ice."
But now lamenting was useless; Lin Feng had to grit his teeth and endure. He knew that if he could get through this period, his strength would undergo a qualitative leap.
The refining process was still ongoing...
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