# 515
**Chapter 515: The Sword Saint’s Letter**
“So, how do we convince them to fight us fairly… that’s the real problem,” Baili Pangpang murmured thoughtfully.
“What did you guys do before?” Shen Qingzhu asked.
Lin Qiye and the others exchanged glances.
“Kidnapping.”
“……”
Shen Qingzhu was silent for a moment. “Honestly, what’s one more kidnapping?”
“…Better not,” Cao Yuan said quietly. “It’s not that complicated. As long as I show up, they’ll believe us.”
Baili Pangpang seemed to suddenly remember something and exclaimed, “Almost forgot—you used to be part of Team 007! You can vouch for us!”
“Mm.” Cao Yuan nodded. “Captain Guang is a reasonable guy. This match with Team 007 should go smoothly.”
As they spoke, the vehicle slowly pulled over.
Lin Qiye and the others stepped out, took one look at the scene ahead, and froze.
Team 007’s station was a standalone, old-style office building on the city’s edge. From the outside it looked dilapidated, but all five floors inside were their workspace.
Right now, on the most conspicuous spot of the second floor, a brand-new banner hung:
**Warm Welcome to the Members of the Nameless Squad for a Friendly Exchange!**
Pop—pop—!!
Two crisp sounds rang out; from third-floor windows, party poppers burst, scattering colorful confetti that drifted down in front of Lin Qiye and the others.
At their feet lay a bright, solemn red carpet.
The group stared at this surreal scene, collectively dumbstruck.
“…What’s going on?” Baili Pangpang asked blankly. “Is ‘Nameless Squad’ some leader’s alias?”
“I think it means us,” An Qingyu said, pushing up his glasses.
“Old Cao! Your face is huge!” Baili Pangpang slapped Cao Yuan’s shoulder excitedly. “They even rolled out the red carpet!”
Cao Yuan eyed the setup suspiciously, expression odd. “This doesn’t make sense…”
Before Lin Qiye could speak, synchronized applause came from ahead. Several figures strode out of the building wearing bright smiles and approached.
“Hello, I’m Guang Qingsheng, captain of Team 007 stationed in Huaihai City.” The middle-aged man in front shook hands with each of them. “You must be the Sword Saint’s students?”
Lin Qiye and the others exchanged surprised glances.
“…Yes.”
“Captain Guang.” Cao Yuan smiled politely.
“Huh?” Guang Qingsheng’s eyes widened when he saw Cao Yuan. “Cao Yuan? You’re here too?”
Then, as if realizing something, he chuckled. “Oh… so when you said you transferred to another team, it was this reserve squad… Not bad, kid, moving up!”
Cao Yuan’s mouth twitched.
So… all this had nothing to do with him.
“We’ve been waiting. Come in—the sparring area is ready. Would you like to rest first or start right away?” Guang Qingsheng asked courteously.
“Let’s… wait a bit.” Lin Qiye asked suspiciously, “How did you know we were coming?”
“Yesterday afternoon we received a letter from the Sword Saint, delivered personally by Commander Ye. He said your team, the reserve fifth special squad, would come today for a match and told us to receive you properly.”
“The Sword Saint’s letter?”
Lin Qiye blinked. “May we see it?”
“Uh…” Guang Qingsheng hesitated. “Sure, but… well, come inside first; I’ll fetch it.”
They followed the captain along the red carpet into the building and were shown to a reception lounge.
The place was clearly a relic of an older era—furnishings worn but every corner spotless, comfortable to the eye.
“So many case files…” Shen Qingzhu murmured, stopping at a bookshelf packed with folders.
“Huaihai’s huge population means frequent ‘Mystery’ appearances. These are just the past two years’ files; the third and fourth floors are full warehouses,” Cao Yuan explained.
“That many? Then Team 007 must be swamped,” Baili Pangpang exclaimed.
“Yeah…” Cao Yuan sighed. “When I was here, we were either clearing ‘Mysteries’ or on the way to clear them. The workload’s brutal—no time for team-building, let alone side jobs.”
“Sounds like they’re very strong,” Lin Qiye mused.
“Extremely. A team built for combat. Be careful when we challenge them…”
While they chatted, Guang Qingsheng returned with the letter.
Lin Qiye took the envelope, opened it, and unfolded the page—his mouth twitching.
**To the entire foolish Team 007:**
Tomorrow my students—the reserve fifth special squad—will visit Huaihai to challenge you. Prepare the venue and select seven members for a fair fight; Klein realm fighters are barred.
Don’t try any tricks,
unless you want to be **eliminated**.
*(I’m not the Sword Saint.)*
The words **“eliminated”** and **“Sword Saint”** were bolded, strokes sharp and fierce, sword intent terrifying—as though ready to leap from the paper and slit the reader’s throat.
It felt like Zhou Ping already had his blade resting on your neck, expressionless, asking whether you wanted to live or die…
Reading it gave an inexplicable sense of mortal danger.
Lin Qiye: …
“This letter… was handed over personally by Commander Ye?” he asked stiffly, turning to Guang Qingsheng.
“That’s right.” The captain’s smile was equally stiff. “Senior Sword Saint… sure loves jokes, haha…”
Halfway through laughing, Guang Qingsheng couldn’t continue.
Lin Qiye could picture the captain’s face when he’d first read it—utterly spectacular.
With such terrifying sword intent in every stroke, and Commander Ye delivering it in person—who else could have written it but the Sword Saint?
If the Sword Saint threatens to “eliminate” you, how dare you slack off?
Team 007 probably woke up screaming last night…
“Senior Sword Saint does enjoy his jokes.”
Lin Qiye lowered his gaze to the letter, the corner of his mouth curling upward.