Jiang Ning was presently instructing students at the Extreme Martial Arts Academy.
It didn't matter if they were beginners. As long as they had any questions, Jiang Ning would answer them patiently and in detail.
He would make full use of the knowledge he possessed of martial arts and provide simple explanations to complicated principles so that his listeners easily understood what he was trying to tell them.
A car stopped outside the academy. A moment later, Butler Zhao marched inside briskly.
"Jiang Ning!" shouted the man with a hint of urgency in his voice. "Something's cropped up."
Jiang Ning turned towards him and gave him a look.
"Try it out and have a feel of it first," Jiang Ning said to a young student before heading towards Butler Zhao. "What's the
matter?"
"It's New Mexico," said Butler Zhao.
"There's been some kind of commotion in the underground scene. That's not normal."
Jiang Ning did not have many men keeping an eye on the underground scene overseas. Amelia was watching over Las Vegas though, so he wasn't particularly worried about the scene in the US. Speaking of Amelia, Jiang Ning had not spoken to her for quite some time. He was aware of her feelings for him but he also knew that he could not possibly return them.
"A fight broke out in one of the boroughs. In a matter of three days, the players in the underground scene in the vicinity were taken out and a new organization was formed." Butler Zhao had received updated news on the situation in New Mexico on his way to meet Jiang Ning. "They've split up into several groups, left the city and are headed in different directions. They appear to be looking for something." Looking for something?
Jiang Ning frowned slightly. This must be Mr Lang's handiwork.
His injuries appeared to have recovered quite quickly. Jiang Ning hadn't expected him to make his next move so soon. What was he looking for?
The Extreme Fist Technique Manual was with Jiang Ning. If Mr Lang wanted the manual, he would seek Jiang Ning out directly. That would be the quickest way to the Extreme Fist Technique Manual. Was there something else out there that was worth the search that he was currently pouring so much effort into?
"Have you discovered any traces of Mr Lang?"
"No. He's probably wearing another mask." Butler Zhao shook his head. "The network didn't manage to identify anyone with his face."
This current network that Butler
Zhao had created was infinitely
more powerful than its ancestor. It
was continuously scanning data
from every visual input on a basis. If a face that resembled Mr Lang's were captured by any visual
récording device, the network would register that as a hit instantly.
Yet they had not managed to locate Mr Lang. That meant that Mr Lang must have assumed a new face. In fact, he could be switching masks on a frequent basis.
This was how he concealed his whereabouts. The less capable would not be able to recognize Mr Lang for who he was even if the man were standing right before him.
"Alright." Jiang Ning did not
comment further on the lack of
progress on their search for Mr
Lang. "Keep monitoring the situation. Keep track of the routes that they're taking and where they've been to. See if we can find.
anything new from the availableContent provided by .
information that we have."
The men had been split up into several groups. That meant that Mr Lang had no idea where what he was looking for was located exactly. All he had was an approximate area. The tracks that these men left behind would reveal this approximate area.
Jiang Ning told Butler Zhao to send more men to keep a constant eye on Mr Lang's men. They had to make sure that they were kept abreast of all new developments.
'TH go make the necessary arrangements right now!"
Butler Zhao marched right off.
They were in the critical stage of gathering more information. No measures had to be taken at this point. Jiang Ning couldn't do anything when they had no idea what Mr Lang was up to.
He headed for the courtyard. Peter Pan was playing chess with a few kids.
The old man appeared to have lost his memory. He didn't remember his name or who he was. But it seemed clear that his childlike nature was an inherent part of him, even before his amnesia.
Peter Pan enjoyed playing with children.
He enjoyed the games. Winning them put him in a great mood.
"Next!"
Peter Pan laughed out loud after winning another game. As he munched on a fruit, he flicked his finger lightly against a kid's forehead.
That was the forfeit!
Jiang Ning shook his head. Peter Pan could easily kill one of these kids if he forgot his strength.
"Dear senior," said Jiang Ning with a smile. "You should go easy on them. You've won enough for the day."