Under Ansheng and Lin Ying’s watchful gazes, Lin Tongshu elegantly lifted her puff dress, revealing round-toed little shoes, and joyfully ran towards the third-floor lounge.
With her five or six-year-old understanding, she didn’t grasp the concept of "forcing hands."
But she knew that as long as she delivered the items from the underground practice range to Great-grandmother, she’d earn an additional hour of phone time today.
"Can I report the great family elder to the police?" Ansheng looked at Lin Ying with a blank face and said: "Child labor!"
"The elder is probably being held up and can’t get away...." Lin Ying defended Lin Wu with a word, then, using the concealed gun technique she learned while studying in the US, discreetly hid the revolver within her skirts.
Lin Bingyun stepped to the side, naturally as she lifted Lin Ying’s skirt slightly.
As for the automatic rifle on her, it was entirely invisible; if not for the slightly bulging tail of her coattails due to the drum magazine’s size, Ansheng would have thought he was hallucinating.
"An initiation skill for the quick-draw technique in America." Lin Bingyun smiled at Master Fox.
"The revolver can empty its magazine in a second, a handy tool in a Western showdown."
Ansheng withdrew his gaze, his mouth twitching, unable to comprehend what those American international students were learning in their classes daily. Even if Lin Ying claimed she mastered gun-fighting techniques, Ansheng would believe her.
Lin Tongshu’s arrival was merely an interlude, but she brought a new message.
The clan elders, in collusion with the Longevity Club and who issued the Fox Hunting Order, had reached a consensus and were preparing to force Lin Ying’s hand.
The great family elder had prepared firearms for Lin Ying, meaning this was very clear, anyone who speaks up gets a gun muzzle pointed at them.
Let the muzzles ’speak’ to each other, to see whose ’words’ are harder.
However.
From the elder’s arrangement, Ansheng discerned something else.
The elder likely hadn’t gotten involved in any of those dubious dealings.
If he knew about the Longevity Club, he wouldn’t be sending guns, but a revolver grenade launcher or a rocket launcher to Lin Ying, adding some heavy firepower.
Upon receiving the elder’s warning, Lin Ying’s expression showed no change. Calmly, holding Master Fox’s little hand, she rode the elevator into the permanent fortress.
"Housekeeper Lin, notify everyone to gather in the basement hall, Master is preparing to announce the new clan leader....."
Lin Ying sat on the executive chair, glanced around the room at everyone already seated, especially Lin Zhe, who wore a self-assured look and wasn’t even playing his usual favorite games, and spoke to Lin Bingyun.
Ansheng paid no mind to those affairs, he simply and quietly lifted his gaze upward towards the chandelier on the ceiling.
A rectangular shadow outline.
Appearing on the frosted light cover.
"The elevator’s maximum weight is only a ton, how did Old Feng and the others manage to get things inside..."