Chapter 39

After listening to Gu Chengyuan's story, Lin Fan looked at him with a mix of amusement and exasperation and asked, "Brother Gu, how do you expect me to help you?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Chengyuan became excited immediately, grabbing Lin Fan's arm and speaking rapidly, "I want you to help me train those young brats in the team!"

"About this..." Lin Fan became a bit hesitant. He just wanted to spend his days traveling with Qiqi, living a carefree and happy life, and didn't want to take on these troublesome matters.

Seeing Lin Fan's reaction, Gu Chengyuan felt a chill in his heart, but he wasn't the type to give up easily. He quickly asked, "Brother Lin, do you have any concerns?"

Lin Fan looked down at Qiqi, who was sitting on his lap, munching on a chicken leg with her mouth full of grease. He gently wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin and slowly said, "I still need to take care of Qiqi, so I probably won't have much time."

Seeing Lin Fan's patience and care for Qiqi, Gu Chengyuan had an idea and said, "Brother Lin, Qiqi is almost four years old, right? It's time for her to start kindergarten. If you help me with this, I'll take care of all the procedures for Qiqi's schooling. Although it's not a big deal, it would be quite troublesome for you to handle it yourself. Also, I'll give you the title of Special Consultant for the Longcheng City Police Force, which should save you a lot of trouble."

At this point, it would be inhuman for Lin Fan to refuse. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded and softly said, "Alright."

While Gu Chengyuan's offer was one thing, the main reason Lin Fan agreed was because Gu Chengyuan had helped him and answered many of his questions. Lin Fan always kept his promises and debts, and he owed Gu Chengyuan a favor. Therefore, he agreed to this not-too-demanding request.

Seeing Lin Fan agree, Gu Chengyuan's face lit up with joy. He laughed and picked up the wine bottle, filling his glass to the brim. He raised his glass to Lin Fan and said, "Brother Lin, thank you in advance. I'll drink up, you drink as you please!"

With that, Gu Chengyuan tilted his head back and finished his glass in one gulp. Lin Fan smiled and also picked up his glass, drinking it all in one go.

"Haha, refreshing! I never thought I, Old Gu, would meet such a benefactor today. Brother Lin, I'll toast to you again."

Gu Chengyuan, with a flushed face, reached for the wine bottle to pour more, but Gu Meijuan, sitting on the other side, quickly stopped him, frowning and saying, "Brother, you know your own health, right? You should drink less."

"It's just a bit of fatty liver, no big deal."

Although Gu Chengyuan said this, he put down the wine glass and didn't pour more. Instead, he looked at Lin Fan and asked, "Brother Lin, there's only a month left until the big competition. What do you plan to do?"

"A month? That's enough." Lin Fan murmured, tapping his fingers on the table. "Brother Gu, give me a brief introduction to the current situation of the Feilong Special Operations Team."

"Sure." Gu Chengyuan nodded and began, "I'm just the nominal commander of the Feilong Special Operations Team, but I've been busy with other matters in the past two years and haven't had time to manage the team. All the team's affairs, regular training, and missions are handled by the deputy commander, Yang Song."

"The Feilong Special Operations Team has three squads: A, B, and C. Each squad has 10 members plus a squad leader, making a total of 35 members in the team."

"The personnel in the three squads are basically the same, with roles such as assaulters, snipers, observers, demolition experts, and technical specialists. They are all selected from the best police officers from various police schools, military academies, and police forces in Longcheng and its surrounding counties, representing the strongest force of the Longcheng City Police Force."

"The competition events for this year haven't been announced yet, but they will likely include urban warfare, police and criminal role-playing, jungle combat, and other events that require high comprehensive skills. My team's overall skills are top-notch, but they have a fatal weakness compared to the Flying Tiger Team: their combat skills."

"Most of the Flying Tiger Team members were selected by Zhao Dami from the special forces, and he even hired martial artists to teach them combat skills. Some of the best can even match external martial artists without losing. This has led to my team being at a disadvantage in close combat during every competition, often losing to the other side."

"That's why I want Brother Lin to help me train these young brats, so they can bring glory to me in this year's competition!"

Gu Chengyuan became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he could already see his team defeating the Flying Tiger Team.

Lin Fan listened quietly to Gu Chengyuan's story, thought for a moment, and asked, "Brother Gu, you yourself are a genuine external martial artist. Can't you just teach them?"

Gu Chengyuan's face turned red, and he scratched his head, saying, "I wish I could, but my master strictly forbids private instruction. My Eight Trigram Fist can only be used by me, not taught to others, even my closest family. If not for this restriction, I would have already trained a whole team of martial artists and easily outclassed Zhao Dami's team."

"I see..." Lin Fan nodded. Zhang Haitian and Gu Meijuan might not fully understand Gu Chengyuan's concerns, but Lin Fan could completely relate. In the cultivation world, sects and families have their own unique skills, which are the foundation of their existence and cannot be taught to outsiders.

If it's like this in the cultivation world, it's even more so on Earth, given human nature and the selfishness that exists in all realms.

Gu Chengyuan asked again, "Brother Lin, do you have any ideas?"

Lin Fan nodded and said, "Yes, I have a suitable quick cultivation method that I can teach them. Here's what I suggest: go back and inform them to avoid seafood and alcohol for the next three days, and stop their regular training. Let them rest and recuperate for three days. After that, we'll start the training."

At this, Lin Fan's lips curled up. "Hellish training."

Seeing Lin Fan's expression, Gu Chengyuan couldn't help but shiver. He began to mourn for the team members, knowing that Lin Fan's training would be far from ordinary. But now, only drastic measures could turn the tide.

"Alright!" Gu Chengyuan nodded vigorously. "Haha, I can't wait to see Zhao Dami admit he's a turtle."

Lin Fan gently stroked Qiqi's little head and smiled without a word.

...

On the other side, in Yang'an City, the Fang family.

"Is what you're saying true?"

A young man, nearly 1.8 meters tall but as thin as a bamboo pole, sat on the sofa, holding a provocatively dressed beautiful woman in his arms. He held a glass of red wine in his right hand and squinted his eyes as he asked.

"Indeed, Young Master." In front of the sofa, a slightly overweight young man bowed and smiled flatteringly. "At 10:30 AM yesterday, at the ATM of a bank on XX Street in Longcheng, 100,000 was withdrawn. I saw the surveillance video, and it was indeed that person, but strangely, he was holding a child. I haven't been able to determine the child's identity yet."

"Hmph! Does he think my money is so easy to spend?" The thin young man coldly snorted, his face darkening. "Fang Yuan, quickly finish your current tasks and set out within three days. Go and bring back my money for me. Also, teach that reckless guy a lesson, but don't kill him. I want to see him beg on the streets with nothing. Oh, and bring back the child, regardless of whether it's his or not."

"Yes, Young Master." The slightly overweight young man, named Fang Yuan, responded, slowly straightening his back. His aura became increasingly solid, clearly indicating that he was no ordinary person.

"Don't be angry, Young Master. Come, have some grapes."

The woman in the thin young man's arms picked up a grape, gently peeled it, and offered it to him with a coquettish voice.

Fang Yuan's face turned red, and he silently left the room.