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Whoosh...

Who is this man?

I must find him and tear him to pieces!

Han Bing was standing under the showerhead, washing her body while clenching her teeth, eyes misty with both a sense of grievance and raging anger, her expression exceedingly complex.

Who was she?

The dignified leader of the Seventh Department, her status highly esteemed, had unwittingly slept with a man.

If word got out, wouldn't people laugh their heads off?

No, this incident could not be known by a second person; she had to investigate quietly on her own.

Han Bing spent more than an hour in the bathroom, scrubbing off a layer of skin, before returning to the bedroom wrapped in a bath towel, seething with murderous intent.

After changing into her clothes, she began to check the windows and doors one by one.

There were no signs of tampering.

Even the sheets were neatly arranged. If it weren't for the lingering sensation of being torn, she might have believed it was just a vivid dream.

Otherwise, it made no sense at all!

Clutching her fists, Han Bing pondered for a moment before calling the hotel general manager as the leader of the Seventh Department.

She ordered everyone in the surveillance room to leave; she needed to investigate a case.

Soon, all personnel in the hotel's surveillance room were ushered out by the hotel manager.

After entering, Han Bing locked the door and located the surveillance footage of the floor where she was staying, then began to rewind it.

From eight in the morning, she rewound back to around eleven o'clock the previous night.

At last, she saw herself in her pajamas, somnambulantly opening the door and entering the elevator.

Following the elevator's surveillance footage, she traced her steps only to find she had left the hotel and got into a taxi.

This...

Han Bing blinked and felt stunned.

No man had entered her room; it was she who had run out of the hotel?

If it turned out she had willingly... had relations with some old man or a vagrant, it could cost her life!

Han Bing felt she was close to collapsing.

She dug her hands into her hair, unable to believe her own eyes.

After going blank for a good while, she clenched her teeth and made a decision to give up the investigation.

If she were to investigate her whereabouts after getting into the taxi, she would need to notify the city government. This way, more and more people would find out, and if it became public, how could she continue with her career?

Moreover, discovering that she had sleepwalked and surrendered herself to a greasy uncle or a scruffy vagrant might lead to her not being able to bear the truth and potentially committing suicide.

For now, the only option was to delude herself, pretend this never happened. Not knowing the truth seemed a bit better.

Han Bing sat in the control room for a while before leaving in a daze. She sent a message to her subordinates, explaining she had urgent business and had purchased a high-speed train ticket to return to the provincial city.

She applied for half a month's leave from her superiors, planning to spend some time alone to settle her inner turmoil, which felt like a magnitude twelve earthquake.

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The sports arena.

Tang Xuanwu spent last night at the hospital with Huang Lianying and had brought bodyguards with him again today.

He was determined to witness with his own eyes how Qin Yu, that bastard, would be beaten to death by Feng Wudao, thus settling the hatred in his heart.

However, upon arriving at the sports arena, he only saw Han Bing's subordinates and couldn't help but walk over and ask, "Brother, where is Miss Han?"

"Our team leader had urgent business and went back to the provincial city!"

"Heh, the outcome is already sealed. Whether the team leader is here or not makes no difference!"

Han Bing's two subordinates said with an easygoing demeanor.

The match between Qin Yu and Huang Lianying yesterday ended with both parties severely injured. Nobody believed that after resting for one night, he could defeat Feng Wudao, the Vice Alliance Hierarch of the Southern Martial Alliance.
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"Oh... that's true, let's go in together then!"

Tang Xuanwu nodded and entered the sports arena with Han Bing's two subordinates.

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Compared to yesterday, there were slightly more people today, as many didn't know that there was a martial arts contest happening at the gymnasium yesterday.

With those from yesterday spreading the word through their social circles, the number of visitors to the gymnasium today approached a thousand, resembling the atmosphere of a major star holding a concert.

A few minutes later.

Qin Yu arrived in his BMW as well, with Miao Xian'er and Ghost Granny getting out of the car first to go inside while he stayed back to wait for Yan Mingyu.

Right on his heels, Yan Mingyu's Bentley also pulled up.

After the bodyguards got out of the car, Yan Mingyu finally opened the door.

Seeing Qin Yu still wrapped in bandages, her eyes filled with deep concern, "How can you compete against Feng Wudao in such a state?"

"Don't worry, I'm much better now!"

There were many people at the entrance of the gymnasium, so Qin Yu couldn't go into detail.

Just as Miao Xian'er had said, showing up in this condition would make Feng Wudao drop his guard, otherwise, if the opponent went all out, Qin Yu might not stand a chance.

The thought of falling into his hands was too terrifying to contemplate.

"Well... then you go ahead, I'll come in in a bit!"

Yan Mingyu felt that Qin Yu was likely forcing himself, and she couldn't believe that he had recovered from such severe injuries with just one night's rest.

Biting her lip, she had made a decision in her heart to contact that stranger and ask him to relay a message to Feng Wudao, to let Qin Yu off the hook.

"Okay, then I'll head in first!"

Qin Yu was currently focused on the upcoming fight and didn't notice Yan Mingyu's subtle expressions.

After entering the gymnasium, he found an empty seat and sat down, closing his eyes to meditate and recuperate.

Shortly after, Lu Wenrou came over and sat beside Qin Yu, glancing at him, "How are you feeling? What percentage have you recovered?"

"Heh, about seventy to eighty percent, I guess!"

Qin Yu said with a smile.

"Really...?"

Lu Wenrou was somewhat skeptical.

"Yeah, I wouldn't joke about my own life!"

Qin Yu nodded.

"There's about twenty minutes left. Take this time to meditate properly!"

After speaking, Lu Wenrou didn't disturb Qin Yu any further.

Outside the gymnasium.

Yan Mingyu sat in her Bentley, found the stranger's WeChat, and with lips pursed, sent a message: I can have lunch with you at noon, but only if you convince Feng Wudao not to show up at the gymnasium.

Impossible, I don't have that much influence. There are even more people going to the gymnasium today than yesterday. Where would Feng Wudao's face go if he didn't show up? But...

The stranger replied quickly.

But what?

Yan Mingyu asked urgently.

I can have Feng Wudao hold back during the match. This way, his pride is intact, and your bodyguard won't die.

The stranger said.

Good, you set up the hotel, I'll be right over.

Yan Mingyu thought this plan wasn't bad; as long as Feng Wudao didn't go for the kill, Qin Yu should be fine.

Remember, don't bring your bodyguards, you have to come alone. Otherwise, I won't help you.

The stranger reminded.

... Okay.

Yan Mingyu finally agreed and waited a few seconds before the location of the hotel was sent to her phone.

Qin Yu had sacrificed so much for her, risking his life on several occasions; it was time she did something for him.

Yan Mingyu put down her phone and took a long, deep look in the direction of the gymnasium.

She instructed her bodyguards to drive back to the company and hailed a taxi herself, heading towards the hotel pinned on her phone.

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