Chapter 52: Crimson Threads and Quiet Warnings
The victory had barely settled before new ripples formed.
At the edge of the elite garden courtyard—a secluded part of the campus rarely visited by ordinary students—Lin Feng stood alone. The sun dipped low, shadows stretching across the cobbled path like fingers trying to hold him back. But his gaze was forward, steady.
His phone vibrated. Another anonymous message.
"You’ve stepped too far. The Crimson Circle has noticed."
He didn’t flinch. Just pocketed the phone and exhaled slowly.
"About time," he murmured.
That evening, at the Velvet Atrium—a private venue reserved for upper-circle mixers—a silent figure watched from the mezzanine level.
She wore a crimson qipao, minimalist and sharp, eyes cold but curious. Dark hair tied into a high twist. Her name: Xu Shanyue. Known in certain elite forums as the Crimson Orchid.
"Lin Feng," she said softly, sipping her wine. "You’ve made quite a mess."