You want me to play the Foehn wind? Are you kidding me?

The next second, Lu Feng appeared steadily in the private room on the top floor of the mansion, which belonged to Sunday.

The room is spacious and simply furnished, without any fancy decorations.

On Sunday, he sat in a chair by the window, his brows furrowed and his expression grave.

My mind is filled with images of the Fool causing trouble everywhere, the undercurrents in Pinocchio's dreams, and a bunch of messy worries about internal family factional conflicts. My whole being is under immense pressure, and I can't relax for a moment.

Moreover, the forewind winds pose a significant threat.

……

As soon as Lu Feng's figure appeared, Sunday almost reflexively turned his head to look over.

Upon seeing Lu Feng's appearance and sensing that signature aura of destruction, his instinct, honed by long-term high alert, caused him to subconsciously mobilize his power, launching an attack straight at Lu Feng.

The moment the attack was launched, Sunday felt a pang of regret and immediately regretted it.

I was too impulsive. The other party's strength was obvious, and making a rash move would only have been asking for trouble. I wouldn't have gained any advantage at all.

As expected, Lu Feng easily stretched out one hand and firmly grasped all the attack energy that Sunday had sent, without the slightest effort.

Then, with a flick of his hand, the energy was not diminished at all, and bounced back along the same path as Sunday.

Sunday had no time to dodge and took the hit head-on. His body flew backward uncontrollably, and his back slammed heavily against the hard wall before he finally came to a stop.

Just at this critical moment, Sunday's personal cell phone rang suddenly. It was set to automatically answer emergency calls, and the security manager's panicked voice immediately came through the receiver.

"Master! Something terrible has happened! Someone has reported that there's a traitor within our family who has revealed your exact location to Fenfeng, the Destruction Executioner! Furthermore, the guards at the front hall just reported that Fenfeng has already broken into the main hall of Chaolu Mansion, and now we don't know where he is!"

The receiver was still filled with anxious calls, one after another, all asking whether to conduct a full-scale search and whether to activate the dream defense mechanism.

On Sunday, I slowly stood up while holding onto the wall. I don't want to say a word now; I just feel incredibly overwhelmed.

Although there was no pain in the dream, I feel pain all over my body on Sundays now.

He glanced at Lu Feng on the other end of the line, then said into his phone that no action needed to be taken, before hanging up.

Looking up at Lu Feng standing in the room, Sunday still maintained the calm demeanor befitting a family head, his expression showing little change, but inwardly he was already screaming in despair.

Oh no, this is really a big problem.

The fact that Fenfeng came directly to his private residence was no different from raiding his home.

He still holds the reins of the entire Pinocchio situation in his hands, and he also has Robin to look after. Facing such a top-tier entity that acts solely on personal whims, he has absolutely no bargaining chips.

What the other party wants to do next depends entirely on their mood; right now, I can only passively accept it.

Lu Feng stood still, not saying a word, just quietly watching Sunday, his mind racing with his own thoughts.

Judging from how tense he was on Sunday, he must have been quite frightened.

Lu Feng thought about a plot point related to Sunday.

Holding a vast family business, they appear to be living a glamorous life, but in reality, they are tied down by a bunch of trivial matters every day, unable to even take a proper rest, making their lives truly stifling.

Moreover, it was truly tragic that he was smashed down by the Amber King with a single hammer blow when he ascended to godhood.

Lu Feng looked at his expression again. Although his face still had a cold look, he was clearly starting to lose his composure.

She seemed quite composed when we first met at the front desk, but once we met alone, all her pretense crumbled, and her guardedness and panic were written all over her.

I didn't intend to bully anyone right away, but this person attacked me right away, which was just asking for trouble.

The two of them just stared at each other without moving, and the room was eerily quiet.

On Sunday, all his muscles were tense, his back was still against the wall he had just bumped into, and he exuded a forced calmness.

But he had already been itching to get back to his senses.

After a while, he couldn't bear the oppressive feeling of the silence any longer and spoke first.

"Fenfeng...what are you doing here?"

He spoke in a low voice, but his tone still carried an undisguised probing.

Lu Feng did not answer the other party's question, but simply spoke.

"Your name is Sunday."

When Sunday heard the other person call out her name, she was slightly taken aback, her eyes filled with confusion. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly, waiting for Lu Feng to continue.

"What's your plan?"

Upon hearing this question on Sunday, I froze on the spot, my mind went blank for a moment, and I instinctively blurted out a question in return.

"What?"

Lu Feng spoke slowly, enunciating each of the three words slowly and deliberately.

"Seven days off."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sunday's expression changed drastically, his emotions surged and exploded, and his mind went blank.

How did he know that name?

The seven-day weekend is my ultimate plan, hidden deep in my heart, which I am still slowly planning and perfecting. It is a very small concept, and the number of people in Pinocchio who know about it can be counted on one hand.

Moreover, I have never mentioned it to any outsiders or irrelevant people, let alone proactively leaked such a crucial plan.

On Sunday, I repeatedly and quickly reviewed everything in my mind, going through all my words and actions and all the people I had contacted during this period, checking again and again, but I couldn't find the source of the information leak at all.

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. His brows furrowed tightly, and his eyes were filled with deep surprise and doubt as he looked at Lu Feng.

When people outside mention Fenfeng, they only think of a pure brute who relies on brute force to rampage and destroy everything.

But the Fenfeng before them bore no resemblance what had been described in the rumors…

He's incredibly meticulous; he even managed to uncover my extremely secret seven-day weekend plan, which I was still preparing!

On Sunday, the more he thought about it, the less he could figure out the depth of the person in front of him, and his unease multiplied several times over.

How long has he been watching Pinocchio? How many secrets has he uncovered that he himself was unaware of? Could it be that from their very first meeting at the front desk, the other party had been keeping an eye on him and observing him from the shadows?

Countless thoughts swirled in his mind, causing him great distress, but he had no clue what to do at the moment, and worrying about them was useless.

On Sunday, she could only forcibly suppress her chaotic thoughts for the time being, and when she looked up again, her gaze was fixed on Lu Feng, waiting for his next words.