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As Li Haotian walked out of the ancient book library, he casually stuffed the heavy bronze plate into the large pocket of his security guard uniform, making his trousers sag.

He picked at his ear, and Su Wan's voice came through the miniature earpiece.

"Boss, I've intercepted detailed data on that energy fluctuation from just now."

Su Wan spoke quickly, her voice tinged with fatigue from analyzing the data.

"That 'toy' you picked up isn't a good thing. It's a coordinate amplifier that keeps absorbing the weak mental energy of the surrounding students, like a water pump."

Li Haotian walked to the shade of a tree, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and listened without saying a word.

"Moreover, and most importantly, I detected a high-frequency tracking signal on it. The signal source was very well concealed and encrypted with a special frequency, but I still managed to decipher it. Simply put, the person holding this thing is like lighting a multi-kilowatt searchlight in the dark."

"Can they see me?" Li Haotian exhaled a smoke ring.

"It's not that I can see you, it's that I can pinpoint the exact location of this bronze plate. You're a moving target right now."

Li Haotian smiled, revealing his very white teeth.

"That's perfect, saves me the trouble of looking for them one by one."

He stubbed out his cigarette and threw the butt into the nearby trash can.

"Let's go eat."

"Huh?" Su Wan was taken aback for a moment. "Aren't you going to deal with that tracker first?"

"When fishing, shouldn't you bait the area first?"

After Li Haotian finished speaking, he cut off the communication.

When he turned to the foot of the history department's teaching building, Lin Mo was sitting cross-legged on the edge of a flower bed, engrossed in watching something on his tablet.

On the screen, the domineering CEO is roaring at the female lead: "You damned woman!"

Li Haotian walked over and tapped the back of the tablet.

"Let's go eat."

Lin Mo looked up, her eyes still filled with the confusion of watching a drama, and pointed to the screen.

Why didn't he just kiss her?

"Maybe he has bad breath."

Li Haotian gave a casual reply and turned to leave.

Lin Mo thought about it and felt it made sense, so he turned off the tablet, picked it up, and followed.

Yushan Pavilion, the most famous private restaurant in Donghai City, is located in the most bustling area of ​​the city center.

There was no sign at the entrance, only two stone lions that had been paid for, simple yet grand.

Those who can afford to eat here are either rich or powerful.

Li Haotian, dressed in a faded security guard uniform and flip-flops, strolled leisurely to the door with Lin Mo, who was also wearing a tracksuit issued by Dragon Shield.

The standard smile on the hostess's face froze when she saw the two of them at the entrance, who was dressed in a cheongsam.

A man dressed in a black suit, with slicked-back hair, who looked like the lobby manager, strode over and blocked their way.

He looked Li Haotian up and down, his disdain undisguised.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, our Imperial Cuisine Pavilion is a members-only establishment and reservations are required in advance."

Li Haotian looked up at him.

"No reservation, but I need a table now."

The lobby manager chuckled as if he had heard a joke.

"Sir, you may not know what we're like here. Even our most basic membership costs seven figures a year. Look at you dressed like that..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear.

Lin Mo peeked out from behind Li Haotian, sniffed the fragrance in the air, and then tugged at Li Haotian's sleeve.

"Hungry."

Li Haotian patted her hand and looked at the lobby manager.

"I said I need a seat to eat."

"Can't you understand human language?" The lobby manager's patience ran out, and his face showed impatience. "This is not a place for you. Get out of here and don't interfere with our service of our distinguished guests!"

He shouted into the walkie-talkie, "Security, is this security? There are two people causing trouble at the gate. Come and handle it!"

Several wealthy and famous people waiting in line to enter were watching the show with amusement, pointing and whispering at Li Haotian.

"Where did this bumpkin come from, daring to barge into the Imperial Kitchen?"

"Judging by his clothes, he's probably a security guard from some construction site, bringing some girls from the village to broaden their horizons, right?"

Li Haotian ignored the gossip and simply looked at the manager with a calm expression.

Just then, a sharp screech of brakes sounded at the door.

A black Bentley came to a stop with a drift, the door suddenly opened, and a fat man in an expensive suit but with a crooked tie tumbled out.

It was Chen Dafa.

He was covered in sweat and his face was pale, as if he had just finished running a marathon.

He pushed through the crowd, yelling, "Get out of the way! All of you, get the hell out of my way!"

When the lobby manager saw the boss arrive, he hurriedly went to greet him with a fawning smile.

"Mr. Chen, what brings you here? It's just a small matter, I'll take care of it right away..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Dafa had already rushed in front of him.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, loud slap sent the lobby manager spinning halfway around, his face instantly swelling and turning red.

"Deal with your mother!" Chen Dafa's eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed the manager by the collar. "Do you even know who this guy is?! How many heads do you have to dare block his way?!"

Amidst everyone's shocked gazes, Chen Dafa released the manager, jogged over to Li Haotian, and then made a move that made everyone's jaws drop.

He bent down, giving a perfect 90-degree bow, his voice trembling violently with fear and excitement.

"Master Li! Master Li, why have you come in person!"

Chen Dafa was bent over lower than anyone else, and cold sweat dripped down his face.

"If you're coming, just give me a call in advance, and I'll crawl over to open the door for you! I'll clear the place right away; the Imperial Cuisine Pavilion isn't serving anyone else today, just you!"

"Mr. Li...?"

The stunned lobby manager covered his face, staring at the scene in disbelief.

The wealthy and famous people who had been laughing at them just moments before were now completely silent, their faces showing expressions worse than if they had swallowed flies.

Who is Chen Dafa? He's a big shot in Donghai City with connections everywhere, yet he's now bowing and scraping to a young man in a security guard uniform like a grandson.

Who exactly is this young man?

Li Haotian didn't even look at Chen Dafa, who was still bowing.

He rubbed his ears, which were a little sore from the noise, and waved his hand impatiently.

"It's so noisy."

He pointed inside.

"Find me a quiet private room and bring me one serving of every single edible dish in your restaurant."

He paused, then added.

"hurry up."

After saying that, he walked straight inside as if he were in his own home.

Lin Mo, holding her tablet, followed closely behind him. When she passed Chen Dafa, who was still trembling, she glanced at him curiously before looking down at her own melodramatic drama.

The entire entrance to the Imperial Kitchen was deathly silent.

Only Chen Dafa remained, still bowing at a 90-degree angle, not daring to move, his back soaked with cold sweat.

The lobby manager's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

He knew that this time, he had kicked a steel plate that he didn't even have the right to look up to.