Starting by picking up a female fan, he swept through the martial arts world.

The dean's personal bodyguard?

He was one of Liu Xiu's men.

Why did they send people again?

Jiang Lang frowned. Liu Xiu's behavior was somewhat unusual, making him uneasy.

But then I thought about it again, and there was really nothing to be uneasy about.

Because all sources indicate that Mo Li is dead, those who know his identity will not speak out, and even if they do, there is no solid evidence.

Or rather, they can't produce any evidence.

You can't just assume you're Tiga because you've never appeared at the same time as him!

Jiang Lang looked at Liu Yun with some curiosity: "It seems our school doesn't allow any research group to accept any external investment!"

Qida University is nominally a university, but it is actually a research institution jointly funded by various warlords and foreign ethnic groups. The internal composition of this organization is complex, but it is extremely exclusive, and no one wants the research secrets inside to be leaked.

Liu Yun smiled and shook his head: "Direct investment is certainly not an option, but we can find many ways to invest indirectly. Mr. Jiang, would you like to speak to me privately?"

Jiang Lang pondered for a moment, then turned to look at everyone: "Ghost Eye, you lead the team and continue the competition. Chen Hang, the recruitment is your responsibility."

Chen Hang nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, senior brother!"

Ghost Eyes seemed thoughtful, then raised an eyebrow at him: "Go!"

"please!"

Jiang Lang gestured for him to follow, and walked toward the terrace. Gu Manzhi took a few steps forward to follow.

Liu Yun smiled and said, "Miss Gu, please wait a moment. The details of this investment are not convenient to disclose."

Gu Manzhi: "..."

……

After a while.

On the terrace.

After confirming that no one was nearby, Jiang Lang asked, "Tell me, how does your dean plan to invest?"

Liu Yun smiled and said, "Before investing, I need to confirm with Mr. Jiang what your needs are."

Jiang Lang looked him up and down: "What needs could an assistant researcher like me have? Publish papers to get a permanent position, and then get promoted to associate professor, right?"

"It seems the dean was right."

"Is that even a question? Which university student doesn't have this need?"

Jiang Lang smiled, feigning nonchalance, but a sense of unease crept into his heart.

He could say such things; as he said, they were the words most befitting his status.

However, this statement should not be taken as a reason for Liu Xiu to send someone on a special trip.

It's too targeted, so targeted that it makes people feel uncomfortable.

Liu Yun smiled and said, "Of course! But Mr. Jiang, you should also be aware of the university evaluation process. To be promoted to associate professor, both academic papers and martial arts performance are indispensable."

I believe that with Professor Su's abilities, as long as you are willing to put in the effort, you will definitely not lack papers.

However, according to the normal progress, it would take at least three years for a martial arts student to achieve their goals.

What if we could shorten this cycle to a year, or even half a year?

"Oh?"

Jiang Lang raised an eyebrow, his expression showing more curiosity than eagerness: "Is your dean really that powerful?"

Liu Yun crossed his arms and leaned back strategically: "After all, it's a long-established research institute. We have a lot of resources. The dean can just pick out one item as a reward, and we could easily host a martial arts competition for the entire Yunjin area or even the whole country. As long as you win the championship, it'll be enough for you to be promoted to associate professor."

Jiang Lang smiled and shook his head: "Dean Liu is just giving everyone a fair chance to rise to the top in one step. It can't be considered an investment, can it?"

Liu Yun pulled a tablet out of his bag: "Indeed, but the actual investment the dean provided is this..."

Jiang Lang took the tablet and glanced at it; his pupils suddenly contracted.

The tablet prominently displays the power tree of the Twenty-Eight Star Cluster. The branches are either bright or dark; the bright ones represent those that have been developed, while the dark ones represent those that have not yet been explored. Many factions use this to record the richness of their own training programs.

Aside from the eight or nine star clusters that are almost publicly known, any other bright spots must represent the unique characteristics or even trump cards of this particular power.

Normally, there would be two or three.

But the Starfire Research Institute's ability tree... is already two-thirds lit up.

What kind of incredible foundation is this?

Jiang Lang curled his lip: "What does this mean by giving me this?"

Liu Yun smiled enigmatically: "Mr. Jiang, according to your records, your major seems to be the Horn constellation."

"Yes."

"In that case, theoretically there is still a possibility of repairing three more star clusters. The dean's idea is that as long as Mr. Jiang is willing, he can choose any three star clusters from here. Xinghuo will do everything in its power to help you get these three constellations on the right track and help you win the championship."

"Wow! That's quite a generous gesture."

Jiang Lang couldn't help but exclaim that the phrase "choose any of your choice" was incredibly valuable.

It should be noted that the cultivation methods of each non-public star cluster are core resources of each force, yet Xinghuo has made a move with three of them.

Although he has now completed four nights of training, after overclocking the Room night, he still needs to complete three more nights in the next stage.

Gathering a constellation of the same type is harder than climbing to heaven, so agreeing to it will undoubtedly provide a great boost.

only……

Jiang Lang asked calmly, "So, what is the price?"

Liu Yun said with a serious expression, "We are very interested in the expert who helped you and Investigator Gu infiltrate the garden. Mr. Jiang just needs to persuade him to cooperate with us on the research."

So that's why.

Jiang Lang seemed to be thinking about it; this reason was actually quite reasonable.

He asked curiously, "Isn't it a bit much to sacrifice three nights' worth of cultivation methods just to research a new superpower?"

Liu Yun smiled and waved his hand: "The significance of Spark Research lies only in expansion. We don't intend to cultivate too many of our own experts. As long as the results are used for the right purposes, that's enough. Besides, Mr. Jiang only participates in the cultivation process. The specially supplied technology and equipment are our core technologies, and Mr. Jiang can't take them away."

"That's true."

What does Mr. Jiang think?

"Of course I want to! Who wouldn't want free benefits?"

Jiang Lang seemed to have gotten a great deal, but then changed the subject: "However, my relationship with that expert is just a transaction, and I've been to the Special Operations Department, which has a subtle meaning for him, so it might be a bit difficult to contact him."

Liu Yun bowed slightly: "As long as Mr. Jiang does his best, that's fine."

"I'll definitely do my best!"

"In that case, I'll take my leave."

"Leaving already? Aren't you going to watch the game?"

"No!"

Liu Yun said meaningfully, "That Wu Lie is still a bit immature, but as long as he doesn't die young or get lost in the pursuit of fame and fortune, he will surely achieve great things in the future! Strong people need to have a burning passion in their hearts, and places of hardship produce strong people. I have great confidence in him."

After saying that, Chongjiang Lang waved his hand and walked straight to the elevator.

Jiang Lang watched Liu Yun's retreating figure with a somewhat solemn expression.

He felt that Liu Yun's trip was like a request for cooperation, but also like a test. Without evidence, he couldn't make a judgment, but he just felt that Liu Xiu was a bit troublesome.

He shook his head and left the terrace.

The next round of martial arts competition has already begun, and all the relevant personnel have entered the fighting room, but Gu Manzhi is waiting for him in the corridor.

"elder brother!"

Gu Manzhi stepped forward, her beautiful eyes seemingly filled with autumn water: "Has something bothering you?"

Jiang Lang glanced at her and said, "Come with me!"

After saying that, he walked towards the terrace again, and Gu Manzhi quickly followed.

After arriving.

Jiang Lang immediately asked, "How much did you tell Dean Liu about what happened that night?"

Gu Manzhi quickly replied, "It was all done as you said."

Are you sure?

"Sure!"

"That's good."

Jiang Lang nodded slightly. If that's the case, then there's no problem.

The story he initially agreed upon with Gu Manzhi was the same one he had told in the Special Operations Department.

Regardless of the confidence level, at least the logic is self-consistent. No matter how outrageous Liu Xiu's thought process is, it is impossible for him to think of anything he shouldn't based on just this one thing.

"elder brother!"

"Um?"

"You still haven't told me why you're unhappy."

"Nothing much? Let's go back and watch the game!"

"Was it because she... didn't take good care of you?"

Gu Manzhi said with a hint of resentment, "You don't have to suffer alone. I'm willing to do what she's unwilling to do!"

Jiang Lang smirked: "It has nothing to do with her, don't overthink it."

He was indeed in a very bad mood.

To be precise, it's not that bad.

Instead, after killing Cao Yu and his group, he inevitably fell into a bloodthirsty state.

He needs to find a quiet place to process these emotions.

But it had only moved one step.

He then felt a pair of soft arms wrap around his waist from behind.

Gu Manzhi hugged him tightly: "Brother, will this feel better?"

The girl's perfectly developed figure pressed tightly against Jiang Lang's back.

He was startled and reached out to pry her arm off: "What are you doing? Let go!"

Gu Manzhi stubbornly resisted his hand, showing no intention of letting go: "No! You need a hug."

Jiang Lang: "..."

He suddenly remembered that the madwoman had said something similar to him.

She was wearing a tank top at the time, and she had her head resting on her lap.

She looked at me with disdain: "So what if you killed someone? Who are you trying to fool with that long face? Here, let me give you some face wash."

She has a really good figure.

Just as good as Gu Manzhi.

It seems that big breasts can really dispel people's anger.

Unfortunately, Gu Manzhi was not his ideal woman.

He still pulled Gu Manzhi's arm away.

Gu Manzhi's eyes reddened, and she said dejectedly, "Brother..."

Jiang Lang forced a smile: "Thank you, that's enough."

Gu Manzhi parted her red lips slightly, about to say something, when she heard a piercing military siren sound coming from downstairs.

This military whistle is only sounded when carrying out extremely important missions.

"What happened?"

Startled, she quickly leaned against the railing and looked down, where she saw several military vehicles speeding towards her from a distance, then screeching to a halt in front of the martial arts training building from different directions.

This was immediately followed by a short, forceful command.

"Seal off the entrance to the underground parking garage!"

"Don't let a single one escape!"

Then the loudspeaker blared: "Everyone inside the martial arts training hall, listen up! Stay where you are and don't move, or you'll be responsible for the consequences!"

A group of heavily armed soldiers quickly got out of the military vehicle and surrounded the drill hall.

Jiang Lang then belatedly walked over: "What's going on?"

Gu Manzhi was startled: "It's someone from the Wild type!"