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Su Hao's face instantly darkened.

He searched online and saw a push notification for entertainment news on his screen.

The headline boldly proclaimed: "Top pop diva Zhao Silu suffers a serious fall and is still in critical condition!"

The news report included a photo of Zhao Silu lying on a stretcher, covered in blood, being rushed into the emergency room by medical staff.

Her face was as pale as paper, her eyes were closed, and her body was covered with various tubes, making her look horrifying.

Su Hao's gaze lingered on the photo for a moment, then he put down his phone, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable determination: "I'm going to Beijing."

Song Xiaoxiao was stunned: "Now? The capital is Shi Lezhi's territory! If you go there, wouldn't you be walking into a trap?"

"Zhao Silu is my Dragon Maid. I can't ignore what happened to her." Su Hao's tone was calm, but Song Xiaoxiao could hear the unwavering determination in it.

"Furthermore, I suspect her fall was not an accident. Given her status and position, it's impossible for such a serious security breach to occur. There must be someone behind this."

Song Xiaoxiao opened her mouth, wanting to dissuade her, but in the end she swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

She understood Su Hao's personality.

Once he makes a decision, no one can stop him.

She bit her lip and whispered, "Then... you must come back safely."

Su Hao reached out and ruffled her hair, smiling, "Don't worry, you're mine. We haven't even consummated our marriage yet, how could I bear to die?"

Song Xiaoxiao's cheeks instantly turned red to her ears, and she spat at him, "What time is it? You still can't behave properly!"

Su Hao laughed, turned around and went into the house, then dialed Zhan Xier's number.

"Senior sister, please arrange a private jet for me. I need to go to Beijing."

After a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, Zhan Xier asked, "For Zhao Silu?"

"Um."

Without asking any further questions, Zhan Xier replied decisively, "Alright, I'll have someone meet you in the capital. Once you arrive, if you need anything, just contact my disciple Ming Jing'er; she will fully cooperate with you."

"Thanks, senior sister."

"Why are you being so polite with me?" Zhan Xier paused, then added.

"Su Hao, the capital is not like Nanjing. That's Shi Lezhi's stronghold. Be careful in everything you do."

"I see."

After hanging up the phone, Su Hao quickly packed a few changes of clothes and some essential items, and then headed to the airport.

Meanwhile, in Ouyang Mofei's private villa.

Xingzi strode into the living room and said hurriedly to Ouyang Mofei, who was sipping tea, "Miss Ouyang, I just received news that Su Hao has set off for the capital."

Ouyang Mofei paused slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes: "Coming to the capital? For what purpose?"

"For Zhao Silu's sake." Sachiko gave a detailed report of the intelligence she had received.

"Zhao Silu fell from a building and was seriously injured. Su Hao and she are quite close, so he must have come to the capital specifically to rescue her."

Ouyang Mofei put down her teacup, a meaningful smile slowly curving her lips: "Interesting. He actually dared to set foot in the capital at this time. It seems that Zhao Silu holds a much heavier place in his heart than I imagined."

She stood up, walked to the window, looked at the hazy sky over the capital in the distance, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Let's also head back to the capital. Also, find a way to leak the news that Su Hao is heading to the capital to the Shi family."

Sachiko was slightly taken aback: "Miss Ouyang, what are you going to do...?"

"Let them fight it out, while we, the fishermen, reap the benefits." A sly glint flashed in Ouyang Mofei's eyes.

"The deeper the conflict between Su Hao and the Shi family, the more advantageous it is for us. I want to see how much trouble he can stir up this time he comes to the capital."

Sachiko bowed her head and replied, "Yes, I'll take care of it right away."

After taxiing a short distance on the runway, a Gulfstream private jet took off smoothly and soared into the sky.

Su Hao leaned back in the large leather seat and closed his eyes to rest.

Outside the window, the city of Jinling rapidly shrank in his field of vision, eventually becoming a blurry outline that disappeared beneath the clouds.

Several hours later, the plane landed at Beijing Capital International Airport.

Su Hao walked down the gangway and saw a young woman dressed in black outfit waiting on the tarmac.

She was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, tall, with delicate features, short, neat hair, and an overall air of heroic spirit.

She wore a short sword at her waist, the scabbard of which was engraved with the insignia of the Martial Division, clearly indicating that she was not an ordinary person.

Seeing Su Hao disembark from the plane, the young woman quickly approached, clasped her hands in a respectful bow, and said, "Ming Jing'er has come to welcome Uncle Su on Master's orders!"

Su Hao sized her up and nodded: "You're Senior Sister's disciple? Peak Inner Strength, solid foundation, not bad."

Ming Jing'er was secretly surprised that Su Hao could see through her cultivation level at a glance, but she still maintained a respectful expression: "Uncle Su, you flatter me."

"My master has already instructed me that I will accompany and assist you throughout your stay in the capital. Please feel free to ask if you need anything."

Su Hao walked up to her, then suddenly reached out a finger and gently touched her forehead.

Ming Jing'er felt a warm and pure true energy surge into her from between her eyebrows, flowing rapidly along her meridians throughout her body, as if a warm current was washing over every corner of her body.

Under the guidance of this external energy, the internal energy within her body began to circulate on its own, breaking through several small meridians that had previously remained blocked.

At this moment, Ming Jing'er seemed to have undergone a complete transformation. The speed of her internal energy circulation nearly doubled, and she was only one step away from the Grandmaster realm!

Ming Jing'er was both surprised and delighted. She immediately knelt on one knee, her voice filled with heartfelt gratitude: "Thank you for your merit, Martial Uncle!"

Su Hao withdrew his finger, his tone indifferent: "It was nothing. Let's go, take me to the hospital."

The two drove to the hospital where Zhao Silu was being treated.

As soon as the car entered the street where the hospital was located, Su Hao saw a large crowd gathered at the hospital entrance.

At least a hundred entertainment reporters and social media influencers were pointing their cameras at the hospital entrance, while some enthusiastic fans held up posters and light sticks of Zhao Silu, crying and shouting their idol's name.

The human wall formed by several security guards and police officers was pushed to the brink of collapse, and the scene was chaotic.

Su Hao frowned and said to Ming Jing'er, "Drive there, directly to the main gate."

Ming Jing'er nodded, honked the horn, and the car struggled through the crowd to stop at the hospital entrance.

Su Hao pushed open the car door and got out.

The reporters saw someone get out of an inconspicuous black sedan, but initially didn't pay much attention.

But when they saw Su Hao's face clearly, someone suddenly exclaimed, "It's Su Hao! Su Hao, the deputy director of the Military Affairs Department!"

This exclamation was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.

Reporters, like sharks smelling blood, turned their cameras and swarmed towards Su Hao, thrusting countless microphones and recorders in front of him.

"Mr. Su! What is your relationship with Zhao Silu?"

"Mr. Su! Did you come to Beijing this time because of Zhao Silu?"

"Mr. Su! I heard you've issued a challenge to Secretary-General Shi. Are you confident of victory?"

......

Su Hao did not answer any questions, but simply released a wisp of his aura.

The aura wasn't strong, but it carried a suffocating sense of oppression.

The reporters who had surrounded the area felt a tightness in their chests, and their steps involuntarily stopped, as if an invisible wall had blocked their way.

During this brief break, Su Hao strode into the hospital gate.

Ming Jing'er followed closely behind, showing her high-ranking Martial Arts Division credentials. The security guards and police officers at the entrance quickly made way for her.

The two walked into the floor where the ward was located and saw two men in surveillance uniforms guarding the door of a regular ward.

When the two saw Su Hao and Ming Jing'er approaching, they immediately reached out to stop them.

"Halt! This is a restricted area; unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter!"

Ming Jing'er looked at them coldly and showed her Martial Arts Division identification: "Martial Arts Division is handling a case, move aside."

The two inspectors glanced at the identification, their expressions changing slightly, but they still didn't move aside: "Even personnel from the Military Affairs Department can't just come in! This is an order from the Inspection Department!"

Su Hao's gaze passed over their shoulders and through the glass window in the ward door, revealing the scene inside.

Zhao Silu lay on the hospital bed, connected to various monitoring devices, her face as pale as paper, her breathing weak.

What angered Su Hao was that this so-called intensive care unit was not equipped with any necessary emergency equipment!

There isn't even a single ventilator!

This is not a ward for treating patients, but a prison cell where people wait to die!