Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

"Eh~" Qiu Ying's voice came from inside the car, deliberately dragging out the sound with a sarcastic tone.

"Don't you remember Xiaobai?" After saying that, she pursed her lips and rolled her eyes upwards.

Qi Yuzhe poked his head out of the car window and, echoing Qiu Ying's tone, repeated a sentence in a similar, drawn-out manner.

"Where's Xiaobai?" He deliberately twisted his tone, as if he were acting out some kind of drama.

"Stop the car right now!" Qi Yuzhe and Qiu Ying said in unison.

"Disgusting." Qiu Ying stuck out her tongue and pretended to vomit.

Qi Yuzhe chimed in, "If he's not getting on the bus, let him stand here. Let's drive, driver. Don't worry about him; he has a mental illness."

After saying that, he pulled his head back into the car, leaned back in his seat with his hands behind his head, and looked up at the roof as if it were none of his business.

"Huh?" Han Che looked puzzled, staring at the two figures who had turned their heads away from him, and could only look at the mule beside him.

Mule had been keeping his head down and trying his best to stay composed, but when he saw Han Che's bewildered expression when he turned around, he couldn't help but let a maternal smile spread across his face.

He quickly cleared his throat and suppressed his smile. "Uh... Brother Han, don't worry, Sister Xiaobai is fine."

"Huh?" Han Che's eyes widened, somewhat stunned.

As he spoke, he quickly pulled Han Che into the car and closed the door.

"As soon as Sister Xiaobai came out, she made a phone call and was taken to a private car by the men in black. She left ahead of them."

He added, "She seemed to be in a hurry before she left. She just told us not to wait for her, and then she walked out quickly while making a phone call. I didn't even have a chance to say a few words to her."

The car started slowly. This car must be quite expensive. It was very quiet on the road, and Han Che could hear his own heartbeat.

The heating was quite effective, and Han Che soon felt warm. Especially when he recalled what he had just said, and the sarcastic remarks from Qi Yuzhe and Qiu Ying.

"Yu Zhe, you haven't finished telling me yet. What happened next?" Qiu Ying leaned closer to Qi Yu Zhe and asked.

Qi Yuzhe and Qiu Ying sat in the front row, one on each side, chatting in a "low voice" that wasn't exactly quiet.

"Later, it seemed that Xiaobai wanted to get up and stop Asara's soldiers from entering the evacuation point, so as to buy us some time to evacuate."

"But Han Che discovered the trick and immediately pushed Xiao Bai down, pulled him into his arms, and pressed him onto the cement floor."

"Wow!" Qiu Ying exclaimed, clutching her chest with both hands. "So exciting!"

In the blink of an eye, outside, artillery fire roared, thick smoke billowed, and flames and debris from the explosions filled the air, pelting Han Che.

"Little White lay on the ground, looking up at the handsome face of the man pressing down on her! The explosion made Little White's heart race!"

"Then Han Che slowly spoke," Qi Yuzhe deliberately switched to a low, bubbly voice, "How could you be so careless, baby? It's so dangerous outside, let me handle these dangerous things!"

"???" Han Che looked puzzled. What was this guy talking about?

His brows were furrowed, and his mouth was slightly open as if he wanted to say something but didn't know where to start. He stared at the backs of the two people in front of him with an incredulous expression.

Every word in that dialogue felt unfamiliar to him. He couldn't remember when he had ever said anything about "treasure" or "precious." What was all that nonsense?

No, how could I not have experienced this scenario? Why is my name mentioned?

Qi Yuzhe's tone became faster and more impassioned, resembling that of a storyteller.

"Han Che, knowing the dangers outside, bravely stood up for Xiao Bai!"

"And then what? And then what?!" Qiu Ying pressed, her voice practically overflowing with anticipation.

Qi Yuzhe's tone suddenly dropped, changing from impassioned to a calm, sarcastic tone, "Then he was almost killed by Said with a single shot."

Han Che was speechless. What the hell was this all about?

The two people in the front row quieted down, but their shoulders were still trembling slightly.

Han Che sat in the back seat and could see half of Qi Yuzhe's mouth peeking out through the gap in the front seat. He was clearly grinning with his big teeth showing.

Han Che's face darkened. He felt even hotter now, probably because of the story those two were making up that he had no recollection of.

He moved his lips, wanting to refute something, but for a moment he didn't know where to begin, because those things weren't entirely false...

Turning my head, I saw that the mule was also craning its neck to move forward, trying to hear more clearly.

Han Che sighed helplessly. Oh well, it doesn't matter anymore.

However, he also knew that in that situation, with explosions and gunshots constantly ringing out, Qi Yuzhe and the others probably had no idea what was happening here, and only noticed the actions on this side.

Han Che silently reached into his pocket and discreetly stored the EMP grenade into his system space.

The car stopped in front of the Longteng Club, which was the designated meeting point.

Han Che looked out the car window at the buildings outside. There was a small metal sign hanging at the entrance with the logo of the Dragon Club engraved on it.

Led by the man in black, the group entered the gates of the Dragon Club.

The lobby wasn't large. Behind the reception desk sat a young man in a black uniform. He stood up, nodded, and led them to the end of the corridor after they entered.

As Han Che walked down the corridor, he kept rehearsing his lines in his mind.

He was wondering how he should start the conversation if the people from the Phoenix Cry Club were already waiting in the lounge, and how he should respond if they questioned him.

How should he respond if the other party mentions betraying teammates or allies?

He even went over it in his mind several times, deciding which words he should say and which he should take responsibility for, so that Xiaobai wouldn't have to shoulder the burden.

Even if it means bearing the stigma of betraying a teammate, it's the one who should bear it. Killing those two beasts from the Phoenix Cry Club was my original plan; I can't just push the blame onto Xiaobai and then pin it on her in the end.

Upon arriving at the lounge, the staff member opened the door and led the group inside.

After Han Che stepped inside, he glanced around the room. The lounge was small, with a row of gray sofas against the wall and a long coffee table in the middle. On the coffee table were several bottles of mineral water and a stack of white paper.

However, the lounge was empty. No one was waiting for them inside. Han Che had assumed that each club had its own lounge and secretly admired their extravagance.

However, the situation was completely different from what Han Che had imagined.

After the staff arranged for Han Che and his team to rest for a while, they simply filled out some basic information forms, which was a routine task.

After they filled out the form, they were let go, and nothing else happened during that time.

There was none of the pressure Han Che had considered from higher-ups, Feng Ming's side, or the media hype created by reporters.

They didn't even see these people; the operation report was just something they filled out briefly, and that was it.