152: Chapter 152 Summoning Members

Early morning, at Villa A-1.

Lin Fan sat in the main seat in the living room, holding a freshly brewed cup of coffee, gently blowing on the steam.

In front of him stood ten people.

Qin Feng stood at the forefront, with nine core members of the Blind Box Society behind him, who had passed through layers of screening and ultimately remained.

Most of them were commoner students who performed excellently in this Tianjiao Camp, along with a few rebellious rich second-generation heirs like Qin Feng, who, despite coming from prominent families, yearned to break free from their family's constraints.

At this moment, the faces of these ten individuals were etched with seriousness, and there was even a trace of barely concealed nervousness.

Because this was the first time since the founding of the Blind Box Society that President Lin Fan had summoned all members so solemnly.

No joking around, no product promotion.

Only a suffocating sense of oppression.

Lin Fan set down the coffee cup in his hand.

The nine new members instinctively straightened their backs.

Only Qin Feng was slightly more relaxed, but his gaze remained fixed intently on Lin Fan.

He understood this Brother Fan all too well.

How unserious he usually was, how terrifying he became when handling serious matters.

"Everyone,"

Lin Fan spoke, his voice soft, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"I called you here for one reason only."

"To distribute benefits."

Lin Fan flipped his palm over.

On the table, ten black boxes appeared out of thin air.

These boxes were only palm-sized, completely black, without any patterns or spiritual energy fluctuations.

They looked just like cheap, two-yuan packaging boxes from a roadside stall.

But Qin Feng's eyelids twitched violently.

Having followed Lin Fan for so long, he had deduced a pattern.

The worse the packaging of something Brother Fan produced, the more potent its effects.

These black boxes were definitely not some garbage blind boxes.

"One each, take good care of them."

Lin Fan lightly tapped the tabletop with his fingers.

The ten members stepped forward one by one, each taking a black box.

Holding them in hand, they felt light as a feather, as if filled with nothing but air.

A tall and slender member who had awakened a speed-type talent couldn't help but ask:

"President, what's inside these?"

His name was Zhao Ji. Besides Lin Fan, he was the fastest in this assessment, and his personality was rather impatient.

Lin Fan raised his eyelids, a faint, dark glint flashing in his golden pupils.

It was a sign that the [Eye of True Sight] had been activated.

His gaze swept over each person present, confirming they carried no listening devices and had no mental suggestions implanted on them.

"What's inside is not important."

Lin Fan withdrew his gaze, his tone turning somewhat cold and stern.

"What's important is that from now on, these are your lives."

"For the next twenty-four hours, I want you to carry them on your person, never letting them leave your side."

"Whether eating, sleeping, or even going to the bathroom, you must keep them with you."

Pausing here, Lin Fan leaned forward slightly, an invisible pressure instantly enveloping the entire room.

"Listen clearly, my only instruction."

"Before I give the signal, absolutely no one is to open theirs."

"Even if the sky falls, even if someone holds a knife to your throat."

"Without my order, anyone who dares to open theirs privately..."

The corners of Lin Fan's mouth curled up into his trademark 'nuclear-friendly' smile.

"Believe me, the consequences are something you cannot bear."

"Not even I could save you."

The temperature in the living room seemed to drop several degrees in an instant.

Zhao Ji swallowed hard, his hand gripping the box subconsciously tightening.

He read two words in Lin Fan's eyes:

Seriousness.

This was not a joke, nor was it some prank game.

"Yes! We guarantee to complete the task!"

Qin Feng was the first to respond loudly, solemnly tucking the black box into the innermost pocket of his clothing, close to his chest.

The others followed suit, responding in unison.

Though filled with doubt and curiosity, out of absolute trust in this "legendary president," no one asked another question.

The pressure in Lin Fan's eyes dissipated, reverting to his usual lazy demeanor.

"Alright, everyone dismissed."

"Go about your business, don't act like you're heading to your deaths."

"Zhao Ji, you stay."

The others dispersed, leaving only the tall, slender young man standing somewhat anxiously in place.

Lin Fan beckoned, signaling him to come closer.

"President, I... I haven't made any mistakes, have I?" Zhao Ji asked cautiously.

Lin Fan patted his shoulder, lowering his voice.

"Your talent is [Wind Shadow Step], with extremely strong explosive power, but it's a weak point in defense."

"If you hear any commotion tonight, don't think about running."

"You have only one task."

Lin Fan pointed at the box in Zhao Ji's embrace.

"When the time comes, you will be the first to 'open the door'."

"Whether we can hold our ground will depend on whether your hand speed is fast enough."

Zhao Ji was momentarily stunned. Although he didn't understand what 'opening the door' meant, he still nodded vigorously.

"President, rest assured. When it comes to hand speed, my eighteen years of singlehood weren't for nothing!"

After seeing off all the members, the villa returned to quiet.

Lin Fan leaned back on the sofa, rubbing his temples.

The first step of the layout was complete.

Next, it was time to deal with those flies that had caught the scent and come buzzing.

...

2:00 PM.

The afternoon sun was scorching, sizzling on the asphalt road.

A black off-road vehicle with military plates parked arrogantly at the entrance of Jiazi No. 1.

The car door opened.

A middle-aged man wearing a Major General's uniform stepped out.

Major General.

The backing of the Jianghai Wang Family, and also one of the representative figures of the Abyssal faction within the military.

At this moment, he wore a hypocritical smile and carried a fruit basket in his hand.

Behind him followed an old man dressed in black martial arts attire, with a sinister and fierce countenance.

The old man's aura was restrained, but with each step he took, the floor tiles beneath his feet showed extremely fine cracks.

Grandmaster Second Tier.

Specialized in physical techniques.

Lin Fan stood on the second-floor balcony, holding a telescope in his hand, a lollipop dangling from his mouth.

"Tsk tsk."

"A weasel paying respects to a chicken."

"And he brought a thug along."

Data streams from the "Eye of True Sight" flowed across his eyes.

[Target: Liu Duanshui]

[Realm: Grandmaster Second Tier (Body Cultivator)]

"Come to probe my depths?"

"Then let's put on a little show for you."

A few minutes later.

Inside the living room.

"Ah, Major General, your esteemed presence honors us! I failed to welcome you properly, my apologies!"

Lin Fan rushed downstairs with a flattered and alarmed expression, even stumbling slightly at the stairwell in his haste.

That flustered appearance bore no resemblance to the top-ranked prodigy of Tianjiao Camp.

He looked utterly like an upstart who had never seen the world.

A flicker of contempt passed through Major General's eyes, but the smile on his face grew even brighter.

"Student Lin Fan, you're too kind."

"You are a hero of our Tianjiao Camp, and this time you took first place. It's only right that I, representing the military, come to see you."

As he spoke, he placed the fruit basket on the coffee table and casually sat down on the sofa.

The old man named Liu Duanshui stood behind Major General like a wooden stake, his cold, sinister eyes fixed intently on Lin Fan.

As if appraising prey.

"Thank you for your concern, Sir! Thank you!"

Lin Fan rubbed his hands together, wearing a foolish grin, and personally poured a glass of water for Major General.

"May I ask, Sir, what instructions do you have for this visit?"

Major General picked up the water glass and took a sip, then gave a meaningful glance to the old man behind him.