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The blade was deeply embedded in the wood, and the handle was still trembling slightly, emitting a teeth-grinding "buzzing" sound. It was less than an inch away from their fingers on the table!

This sudden threat of death terrified Mu Linshan and Qiu Qinxiang, causing them to gasp in shock. They both let out a short scream almost simultaneously, their bodies jerking backward, nearly falling off their chairs! Their hearts were pounding like drums!
The entire arena fell silent once more! Everyone was stunned by the sudden throwing knife!

Amidst everyone's horrified gazes, a figure emerged slowly from the shadows at the entrance of the conference room, like a ghost.

It's the blade!
He was still dressed in black, his long hair covering his face, revealing only a pair of cold eyes as if they were made of ice for millennia.

He walked slowly to the front of the conference room, his gaze sweeping over the still-shaken Mu Linshan and Qiu Qinxiang. His voice was devoid of emotion, as cold as the Siberian wind.

"I don't care whether you believe it or not."

"I, Blade, believe in this will."

His words were simple, yet carried an undeniable firmness.

"The old man had his reasons for entrusting most of his life's work to Mr. Qin Luo. Perhaps Mr. Qin is the one who can lead Anbang Group to a better future."

Blade's gaze sharpened, like a tangible blade slicing across the faces of everyone present.

"I, Blade, will only be loyal to Old Master Mu for the rest of my life."

Now that the old man is gone, the successor he designated is the only master I now acknowledge.

He paused, a chilling murderous intent creeping into his voice.

"Anyone who dares to harm Mr. Qin Luo's interests is an enemy of my Blade."

His gaze finally settled on the pale-faced Mu Linshan and Qiu Qinxiang, and he warned them clearly, word by word.

“Even you, Miss Linshan, or you, Madam Qinxiang… are no exception.”

Having delivered this warning, which was enough to shake the entire underworld of Fujian, Blade said no more, as if he had only done a trivial matter.

He turned away coldly, just as he had come, and disappeared silently from the conference room doorway, leaving behind only two throwing knives deeply embedded in the table, a deathly silence, and countless terrified gazes.

Although Blade does not hold any official position within the group, as the most loyal and fearsome bodyguard and enforcer by Old Master Mu's side, his intimidation is not to be underestimated.

His statement was undoubtedly like dropping a bombshell on a lake that was already turbulent!
Everyone looked at each other, a sense of dread creeping into their hearts.

With Blade's strong support, the mysterious Qin Luo no longer seemed to be a "soft target" that they could manipulate at will.

Mu Linshan and Qiu Qinxiang stared at the two cold throwing knives before them, their expressions shifting. In the end, they both saw a deep sense of fear and resentment in each other's eyes.
-
Leaving the hospital, filled with the smell of disinfectant and the shadow of death, Qin Luo returned alone to his residence on the top floor of Yipin International. Three days had passed, and everything inside was as before, except for a chilling emptiness in the air.

He went to the living room, took out the cell phone that had been shut down due to being confiscated, and plugged it into the charger.

A few minutes later, the screen lit up, and as the system booted up, the phone began to vibrate wildly as if it had malaria, with a continuous stream of notification sounds that lasted for several minutes before gradually subsiding.

The screen displayed dozens of missed calls and hundreds of unread WeChat messages.

Qin Luo rubbed his temples, unlocked the screen, and checked the items one by one.

He received a message from Ivy Chen, her tone both capable and concerned, asking if he needed legal assistance or financial support.

There's Liu Piaopiao; this forensic doctor was concise, but her concern could be felt between the lines.

Su Yue sent a string of emojis and voice messages, her voice anxious and tearful, asking him what was wrong.

Xiaoyu, who was far away in Yanjing, also saw the post on WeChat Moments and sent a message to inquire about the details and urge him to be careful in everything.

There was even a message from Black Rose, who had already arrived in Southeast Asia and was in that chaotic place in northern Myanmar. The message was very short, consisting of only one sentence.

"Are you still alive? Let me know if you need help."

Looking at these messages from all corners of the country, yet all filled with care, a touch of warmth rose in Qin Luo's cold heart.

He took a deep breath and began to reply to each one, the content of which was similar, but they all conveyed the same core message.

"I'm safe and sound, and have been released from prison. Thank you for your concern. More details to follow."

After processing this information, he hesitated for a moment and then dialed Chen Jinhua's number.

The call was answered almost instantly.

"Qin Luo?!"

Chen Jinhua's familiar voice, tinged with urgency and worry, came through the phone.

"You're out? Are you alright? Where are you now?"

"Yeah, I just came out. I'm at home."

Qin Luo spoke calmly.

"I heard you came to Fuzhou?"

"Yes, Yiyi and I came here as soon as we got off the plane, and we're in the city now."

Chen Jinhua replied, seemingly relieved.

"Wait for me, I'm coming to find you."

After Qin Luo finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

He needed to see the confidante who had rushed to his aid without hesitation when he was in trouble.

Half an hour later, Qin Luo used a spare key to open the door of a high-end apartment where Chen Jinhua was temporarily staying in Mindu.

As soon as he stepped into the living room, a soft, fragrant body rushed into his arms, and a pair of jade-like arms tightly wrapped around his neck.

Chen Jinhua looked up, her exquisite face filled with undisguised concern and lingering fear. Her beautiful eyes carefully examined Qin Luo, as if to confirm whether he was truly unharmed.

"How are you? Have you suffered inside?"

Did they give you any trouble?

Feeling the tension and concern of the beautiful woman in his arms, Qin Luo felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He gently patted her back and comforted her in a relaxed tone.

"It's fine, it's good. Food and accommodation are provided. Apart from the lack of freedom, everything else is okay."

He was only half telling the truth. The living conditions were indeed basic, but for him, it wasn't considered hardship.

Aside from chatting with Xiao Ke about Anbang Group and assigning investigation tasks, he spent most of his time resting with his eyes closed, or rather... sleeping, waiting for the system tasks to be completed.

Upon hearing this, Chen Jinhua breathed a slight sigh of relief, but still nestled in his arms and began to talk about serious matters.

"While you were inside these past three days, I wasn't idle either. I used some connections to gather a lot of dirt on Li Dongnan and that Supreme Entertainment City. Over the years, Li Dongnan has abused his power to do countless favors for Prince Hui and his gang; the bribes he's received are enough to put him in jail for life!"
I've also found some leads regarding the entertainment complex, its involvement in gambling, prostitution, and tax evasion. I was just waiting for you to come out so we could discuss our next steps in dealing with them…”

As she was speaking, she felt Qin Luo's arm, which was wrapped around her waist, begin to gently caress her. "Hmm?"

Chen Jinhua blushed slightly and glared at him reproachfully.

"I'm telling you something serious!"

Qin Luo lowered his head, leaned close to her ear, and his hot breath sprayed onto her sensitive earlobe. His voice was slightly hoarse and undeniably authoritative.

"We can talk about serious matters later... Let's take care of some 'important' things first."

He paused, then added in a low voice, his tone carrying a certain implication.

"I heard your house has a nice infinity pool?"

Before Chen Jinhua could react, Qin Luo bent down slightly, slipped one hand under her legs, and easily lifted the powerful businesswoman in a princess carry.

"Ah! What are you doing!"

Chen Jinhua let out a soft gasp, her arms instinctively tightening around his neck, her cheeks flushed, and her beautiful eyes rippled with a mixture of shyness and anticipation.

Qin Luo didn't answer, but simply held her and strode towards the glass door of the apartment that connected to the outdoor swimming pool.

……

The pool water rippled, reflecting the city's dazzling night view, before gradually returning to calm after a long time.

……

The night is getting darker.

After a short rest and a shower, Qin Luo and Chen Jinhua changed into comfortable loungewear and sat down at the dining table.

Qin Luo had already instructed Yipinxuan to send over a table full of carefully prepared delicacies, from exquisite Cantonese dim sum to a delicious seafood feast, a dazzling array of dishes, and an aroma that filled the air.

After the meager meals in the detention center and the intense "exercise" they had just engaged in, both men had a great appetite. Forgetting all about elegance, they began to devour their food, enjoying this belated but significant dinner.

They ate and chatted in a warm and relaxed atmosphere, temporarily putting aside the disputes and schemes of the outside world.

When the last bowl of soup was finished, Qin Luo put down his chopsticks with satisfaction. The hands of the wall clock had already quietly pointed to eight o'clock in the evening.
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After dinner, Qin Luo leaned lazily against the sofa, watching Chen Jinhua elegantly wiping the corner of her mouth, and suddenly made a suggestion.

"There's a lively event at the top of Nine Peaks tonight: the Panlong Racecourse, a duel between Situ Rui and Prince Hui. Want to go check it out?"

Upon hearing this, a flicker of interest flashed in Chen Jinhua's eyes, but then, as if she had thought of something, she gently shook her head, her tone carrying a hint of helplessness and reserve.

"Forget it, those kinds of occasions are too chaotic, with too many people and distractions."

Besides… it seems that Yiyi was also invited by Situ Rui. If I, as her mother, show up there and she sees me, it wouldn't be good.”

Her current identity is the general manager of Douyin and the mother that Chen Yiyi has just recognized. She is indeed not suitable to appear in a place full of rich second-generation people who are filled with racing, gambling and chaos.

Qin Luo nodded understandingly and did not insist.

"Alright, you should get some rest. I'll go check on him, just in case something really happens to that kid Situ Rui."

After leaving Chen Jinhua's apartment, Qin Luo got into his Koenigsegg ONE1. The silver-white body streaked across the night sky as it headed towards Jiufeng Mountain on the outskirts of the city.

Just as he was halfway there, his phone rang. It was an unfamiliar local number.

Qin Luo casually pressed the car's hands-free button.

"Hey?"

After a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, a deep and slightly hoarse male voice came through. This voice... made Qin Luo's gaze freeze instantly, and his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightened involuntarily.

"Mr. Qin?"

"It's me. Are you?"

"There are some things about... Ms. Feng Yajun and Mr. Qin Xuanlong that you might be interested in. Would you mind if we could arrange a time to discuss them in person?"

Upon hearing his parents' names, Qin Luo's heart skipped a beat; this was precisely the direction he had instructed Xiao Ke to investigate!
This mysterious caller actually came to my door on their own initiative?

He suppressed the turmoil in his heart and kept his tone calm.

"Okay. Time."

"I will contact you again after Mr. Qin has finished dealing with the matters at Jiufeng Mountain tonight. I wish you a pleasant viewing experience."

After saying that, the other party hung up the phone decisively.

Qin Luo stared at the darkened screen, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

This person not only knew his number and his concern about his parents' whereabouts, but also knew that he was on his way to Jiufeng Mountain... It seems that the waters of Fuzhou are deeper than he imagined.

He stepped on the gas, and the Koenigsegg let out an even deeper roar, accelerating towards the summit of the Nine Peaks.

……

At the summit of Jiufeng, lies the Panlong Racecourse.

This is less of a proper racetrack and more of a winding mountain road that has been illegally modified by wealthy second-generation kids in Fujian for extreme racing.

The road is narrow, with sharp bends and steep slopes. One side is a solid mountain wall, and the other side is a bottomless cliff. It is known as the "death track," but it is precisely this extreme danger that attracts countless young and wealthy people seeking thrills.

At this moment, the specially designated viewing area on the mountaintop was already bustling with activity and brightly lit.

All sorts of luxury sports cars were parked there, and groups of well-dressed, excited rich kids and heiresses chatted excitedly. The air was filled with the smells of gasoline and perfume, as well as a frenzied restlessness.

All eyes were focused on the two top-of-the-line supercars at the starting point of the mountain road, which looked like beasts poised to pounce.

One of them is Situ Rui's car, the GMA T.50, known as the "land-based aircraft." Its lines are smooth and full of power, like an elegant British gentleman, yet it contains terrifying energy.

The other car was Prince Zhao Hui's ride, a heavily modified, matte black McLaren F1. The original car had an astonishing 0-100 km/h acceleration of 2.8 seconds. After the modification, its performance was pushed to the limit, like a killing machine from the dark night.

Prince Hui was leaning lazily against the window of his McLaren F1, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He glanced at Chen Yiyi in the passenger seat of the GMA T.50 next to him with a flippant look, whistled, and spoke in a provocative tone.

"Young Master Rui, not bad. You've been in jail for a few days, and your tastes have changed? You've started to like these pure and innocent schoolgirls? But it's a pity, because when I win, your car and the beauty in the passenger seat will be my 'care' for a few days! Hahaha!"

Situ Rui sat in the driver's seat, his face ashen, but he ignored Prince Hui's trash talk and quickly rolled up the passenger window to block out the noise and profanity from the outside world.

He turned his head and, in an unprecedentedly serious tone, gave instructions to Chen Yiyi, whose face was pale and who was gripping the seatbelt tightly.

"Yiyi, sit tight and hold on to the handrail! No matter what happens, close your eyes and don't look outside! Trust me!"

Looking into Situ Rui's focused and determined eyes, Chen Yiyi felt some of her fear dissipate. She nodded firmly and closed her eyes as instructed. (End of Chapter)