One Week Later
The week passed without noise.
Not the slowly receding storm of the Li Family — but a quiet, controlled surge of progress in Li Feng's world.
Every night — after school, after practice, and after homework was done in under ten minutes — he sat at his workstation and handled the newborn alliance between Hawkeye and XBlade with the same precision he used to build the Li Web.
And in just seven days, the foundation of Blackhawk Security was fully forged.
Not publicly.
Not loudly.
But with absolute efficiency.
The legal merger between George's physical company and Li Feng's shell company, Blackshore Technologies, was completed digitally in under an hour.
Blackhawk's corporate identity now listed:
CEO: George "XBlade" Hart
CTO: Hawkeye (Blackshore Technologies)
Equity: 50 / 50 split
No leaks.
No traceable anomalies.
No indication that one of the partners wasn't physically present in Bear Country.
Only clean paperwork.
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By the end of the week, Li Feng had finished all five cyber systems he promised — each one built with Level-2 Cyber Security, Programming, and recursive passives woven beneath the surface.
He didn't write code.
He designed ecosystems.
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1. HawkSeer — Predictive Digital Footprint Engine
A machine-learning hybrid that:
— tracked persons of interest across all public signals
— built behavior models from fragments
— mapped likely hideouts or travel routes
— auto-generated suspect networks
For Blackhawk, HawkSeer became their first intelligence pillar.
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2. PhantomGrid — Covert Device Discovery Scanner
A hybrid RF–network analyzer that:
— detected active or silent devices
— triangulated clustered signals
— mapped buildings by radio-frequency shadows
— identified hidden comm nodes
Field teams could now "see inside" a location before entering.
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3. Ironwall Suite — Adaptive Defensive Framework
Not a firewall. A self-learning defense system that:
— auto-sandboxed intrusions
— rebuilt compromised segments
— performed forensic reconstructions
— hardened itself with every attack
The cyber unit called it "overkill."
Li Feng called it "baseline."
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4. Blackbox Ops — Mission Coordination Core
This was the heart of field operations. It provided:
— encrypted team channels
— auto-synced mission footage
— real-time tactical suggestions
— automated evidence sorting
It allowed even mediocre operatives to function like professionals.
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5. RavenTrace — Dark Web Intelligence Harvester
A passive surveillance engine that:
— monitored dark web forums
— harvested encoded chatter
— flagged threats or syndicate movement
— generated intelligence briefs
It was the first tool George tested personally.
He nearly cried.
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Alongside the tools, Li Feng built a fully integrated internal app:
Blackhawk Nexus
A unified communication and command platform.
Features:
— Encrypted messaging (team, department, private)
— Mission assignments & real-time updates
— Tool access dashboards
— Operational logs
— Read/write permissions based on clearance
Access Levels:
Level 0 — Operative (Receive missions, upload field reports, use limited tools.)
Level 1 — Technical Staff (Use cyber tools, access Blackbox Ops feeds, submit analysis.)
Level 2 — Department Leads (Access to mission design, task allocation, limited intel feeds.)
Level 3 — Executive Access (CEO, CTO)
— Full system visibility.
— All logs.
— All mission history.
— All intelligence.
— All tools unrestricted.
George had Level 3.
Li Feng had Level 3+ (A special layer only he could see, because he wrote the system.)
Blackhawk Nexus became their operational spine — the silent architecture behind every case.
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By the seventh day:
— All five tools were deployed
—The cyber team was trained (via anonymized tutorials and docs that Li Feng provided)
— The operatives adopted Blackbox Ops
— PhantomGrid and HawkSeer were already integrated into standard procedure
Blackhawk Security was no longer a small startup.
It was a fully weaponized, intelligence-driven private security firm — ten times more capable than Silver Shield ever was.
And yet, not a single person knew Li Feng was behind it.
The world didn't notice the birth of Blackhawk.
But very soon, the world would feel it.
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Morning — Second Branch Courtyard
The morning sun had barely cleared the tiled roofs when Li Feng stepped barefoot onto the courtyard stone.
The air was cool.
Still.
Perfect.
He inhaled once — deep, steady — and shifted into position.
Ever since his Transmigration and getting the system, his entire combat ability relied mostly on raw strength, sharpened by Zhan Zhuang and Yi Jin Jing.
Strength, speed, breath efficiency — his body was now a quiet engine of power.
But power without form was wasteful.
That's why, one week ago, he had added something new to his morning routine:
A martial arts — Xing Yi Quan.
He moved through the first sequence slowly, grounding each strike into the floor with the ease of someone whose muscles were twice as dense as they should be.
Pi Quan — Split Fist.
A straight, decisive strike cutting downward like an axe.
Direct. Efficient. Brutal.
His heel rotated.
His hips followed.
His spine aligned like a compressed bow.
The air cracked faintly.
Not because he tried to hit hard — but because Xing Yi, combined with his current physique, made "hard" unavoidable.
He shifted smoothly—
Zuan Quan — Drilling Fist.
Spiral force ran through his arm, the motion threading power from his feet up through his body in a tight coil.
Even at beginner level, Xing Yi's structure amplified his already massive physical edge.
This was why he chose it.
Not for beauty.
Not for tradition.
For devastation.
With his Level-1 strength boosted by Vital Force Convergence, every Xing Yi strike had the force of a martial artist who'd trained a decade longer.
And once his body reached Level 2…
He exhaled, letting the thought fade.
'One step at a time.'
He transitioned again—
Heng Quan — Crossing Fist.
Beng Quan — Crushing Fist.
Pao Quan — Cannon Fist.
Five fists.
Five principles.
Five expressions of controlled violence.
His breathing was even throughout, not a single fluctuation.
After finishing the fifth line, he lowered his hands, letting the morning settle around him again.
Xing Yi felt natural.
Like a puzzle piece sliding perfectly into place with the other three physical disciplines he practiced.
And more importantly — he could feel how fast he would master it.
[Xing Yi — Lv. 0 (12%)]
Xing Yi was built on Zhan Zhuang principles.
He already had the foundation.
Now he was simply attaching the engine.
He wiped his hands lightly with a towel.
That was when his smartwatch gave a small, soft— Ping.
A discreet vibration followed.
He lifted his wrist.
[Arachne — Reminder]
[Li Han's meeting with the Zhao Conglomerate director.
Time: 1pm.]
Li Feng nodded once.
"Arachne."
A single pulse answered — a quiet acknowledgement.
"Maintain surveillance during the meeting. Compile a summary and take a full recording. Send it to me after."
Another soft pulse — confirmation received.
Li Feng draped the towel over his shoulder and turned toward the house, rolling his neck once.
"Li Han…" he murmured, tone flat.
He had no intention of confronting him.
Neither was he going to give him a warning or retaliate.
He had better things to focus on.
And much higher mountains to climb.
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Li Estate — Patriarch's Study
The study was silent except for the soft hum of the ceiling air vents and the occasional turn of a paper page.
Li Zhonghai sat behind his desk, half-lit by the slant of morning sun filtering through the blinds. His expression was unreadable, his posture perfectly straight. Before him lay a neatly arranged set of documents — surveillance summaries, estate activity reports, and branch status updates.
He flipped to the page labeled:
[Internal Monitoring — Second Branch]
His eyes skimmed line after line, each statement precise, clinical.
No unusual activity recorded.
No deviation in daily schedules.
No unauthorized purchases.
No meetings, no visitors, no sudden movements.
Routine consistent. Stable. Quiet.
Too quiet.
Zhonghai tapped the corner of the page with one finger, slow and measured. The sound was small, but in the silent office, it felt like a drumbeat.
"That's all…?" he murmured under his breath.
He remembered that night vividly — the dinner, the tension, the storm of crises that had exploded across the Li Group. But most of all, he remembered the boy's voice:
"Silent Hands isn't the Li Family's to worry about. The ship left your yard long ago."
He had expected fallout.
He had expected the Wen Institute to step forward, to publicly assert their claim.
Or another tech company to issue a statement.
Or at least some noise — someone leveraging Silent Hands for attention or market position.
But four weeks had passed.
And nothing happened.
Not a single entity — not Wen Institute, not a competitor, not an opportunistic PR team — had moved a finger.
Silent Hands remained untouched.
The only noise about it came from their own Fourth Branch's PR, still pushing the narrative of "Li Group–guided innovation."
Zhonghai exhaled slowly.
"It doesn't add up."
If the Second Branch had any control… why remain silent?
Why not counter the PR narrative?
Why not use it?
Why not deny it?
Why… do nothing?
That stillness bothered him more than any rebellion would have.
It felt less like weakness — and more like indifference.
As if Li Feng genuinely meant those words…
"The ship left your yard long ago."
And that bothered Zhonghai in a way he couldn't shake.
If the Second Branch didn't own Silent Hands…
Then who did?
He leaned back, eyes narrowing slightly.
Could it have all been a bluff?
A seventeen-year-old's attempt at theatrics?
A meaningless parting shot?
Possibly.
Possibly.
But there was one problem.
He had seen Feng's face that night.
The calm.
The stillness.
The certainty.
He had seen men bluff before.
That wasn't bluff.
And yet… nothing in three weeks showed even a hint of Second Branch involvement.
The contradiction gnawed at him.
Zhonghai closed the report slowly.
"Either he was bluffing," he said quietly, "or he is calm because he truly has nothing to fear."
Neither option eased his mind.
He pressed the alert key built into the side of his desk.
Seconds later, an aide stepped in.
"Patriarch."
"Continue monitoring," Zhonghai ordered. "But avoid unnecessary pressure. No contact. No interference."
"Yes, Patriarch."
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Evening — Unknown pub
The pub was dim, washed in muted neon and half-hidden faces. Li Han stepped inside, crossing the room with calculated calm until he reached the secluded booth at the back.
The Zhao Conglomerate's technical director was already there — alone, unmarked tablet on the table, posture tense in a way that made the entire meeting feel more illicit than formal.
This wasn't a corporate evaluation.
It wasn't even a professional favor.
It was an underground exchange between two people who both knew they shouldn't be there.
Li Han slid into the seat across from him.
The director pushed the tablet forward.
"Let's get this over with."
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