I'm not a drama god

This process lasted for two or three minutes before Chu Changqing stopped vomiting. He sat on the ground in a daze, as if his mind had stopped thinking...

Not to mention Chu Changqing who experienced everything personally, even Lu Xun and others who were watching nearby felt their scalps tingling.

"...Director Chen, is it resolved?"

"Yeah." Chen Ling nodded slightly. "I pulled out all the ink in his body. The wound on the surface is not big. It should heal after a few days of rest... Yeah?"

Before Chen Ling finished speaking, she saw that the blood holes on Chu Changqing's body began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few breaths, they were completely healed without leaving a trace of scar.

Seeing this scene, Chen Ling's eyes were filled with surprise... You know, even his and Jian Changsheng's [Blood Robes] might not have such a fast healing speed. Chu Changqing is probably only at the third or fourth level now, how could he have such a recovery ability?

Physical wounds can heal quickly, but mental wounds are lingering. It took Chu Changqing a while to come back to his senses. He slowly stood up from the ground and spoke with a slightly tired look:

"Huh...thank you...Director Chen."

Although the process was painful, Chu Changqing knew that it was Chen Ling who was treating him. Now he was a normal person with no restrictions on his movements, so he naturally didn't need the wheelchair.

Seeing how haggard he looked, Chen Ling spoke directly:

"You're welcome. Just take a rest first. We can talk about other things after you've rested."

Chu Changqing's vigilance towards Chen Ling had mostly dissipated, and he didn't force it. He nodded slightly and walked towards the bedroom next door.

It was obvious that he was really tired. Even though the bedroom only had a bare bed board without even a mattress or pillow, Chu Changqing still fell asleep and fell into a deep sleep in a short while.

"Director Chen, would you like something to eat?" Yang Xiao said, pointing to the food on the table.

"I won't eat it."

Chen Ling slowly walked to the balcony and took out a list from his pocket... It was a list of all the guests attending the banquet tonight that Sun Bumian got for him.

If nothing unexpected happens, Yingfu should have already set out. But the problem is, with so many names listed above, which ones will Yingfu choose to attack...

Under the dim moonlight, Chen Ling looked at the many names above and fell into deep thought.

……

In the deserted park, a slightly haggard middle-aged man was walking on the dim lawn.

"It should be right here..."

He muttered to himself, looked around, and his eyes fell on the stone pavilion not far away.

At this time, an old man was sitting alone in the pavilion. Under the hazy moonlight, his shadow looked mysterious and lonely.

The man immediately walked towards the stone pavilion.

"Mr. Han, why are you calling me here so late? Is there something wrong?"

Han Xiang slowly turned around. Under the moonlight, his eyes were as deep as the abyss... He pointed to the chair in the stone pavilion and said softly:

"Sit down, let's talk slowly."

Although the man was puzzled, he still sat down obediently. Han Xiang had a high qualification and reputation in the 749th Bureau. The man naturally did not dare to neglect the invitation from Han Xiang.

"Li Huang, 33 years old. Ten years ago, your fiancée was imprisoned on suspicion of money laundering and eventually died of illness in prison..." Han seemed to know the man's situation very well, and the first sentence he said touched the man's sore spot.

The man's pupils shrank slightly, and he stood up suddenly.

"No, she didn't launder money!! She was framed and used as a scapegoat... She didn't do anything!!"

"Really?" Han Xiang raised his eyebrows.

"Yes!!" The man seemed to have recalled something, his eyes full of pain.

"The person who actually laundered the money was powerful in the local area... Because my fiancée looked 60% similar to her, he threatened her parents and used his connections to make her go to jail for him...

I was on a mission in another place back then, and by the time I got the news, it was too late..."

The man's eyes locked on Han Xiang, his brows furrowed tightly, his tone was a little cold, "Mr. Han...you called me over in the middle of the night just to ask this?"

"No." Han Xiang shook his head. "Actually, I want to introduce someone to you."

"……who?"

Han Xiang turned his head and looked into the depths of the dense forest, and the man followed his gaze...

A figure slowly walked out from among the dark woods. At this time, Ying Fu had taken off his black-framed glasses. His sharp eyes exuded an indescribable pressure under the moonlight.

For some reason, the moment he saw those eyes, the man's heart was shaken, and even his own divine way seemed to be affected. An inexplicable sense of oppression pressed down on him like a mountain.

"Who are you?"

Ying Fu stopped in front of the stone pavilion, slowly raised his palm, and tapped Li Huang's forehead...

A calm voice sounded in his ears:

"Follow me and subvert the era..."

……

Wushan, mountainside.

On the dark mountain road, Shen Nan's figure slowly walked out...

He looked at the brightly lit Mid-Levels Hotel not far away and the dozen or so black cars parked in front of the hotel, his brows furrowed more and more.

"It's already late at night, why is he still here?"

Since the dinner ended, Shen Nan has been following Sun Zhongliang's motorcade. He wanted to know what was going to happen in Wushan. In addition to preparing to ask on his own, he also wanted to see if he could get more information from Sun Zhongliang's whereabouts.

But he didn't expect that Sun Zhongliang, who was drunk at the dinner, not only did not go back to the house to sleep, but went up the mountain overnight and came to this hotel that seemed to have just been renovated.

Shen Nan remembered that this should be the venue for tomorrow's meeting... He wouldn't come here overnight to check out the venue, right?

For the director of Bureau 749, this is really not necessary.

Shen Nan pondered for a long time, took out the hideous Nuo mask from behind, put it on his face quietly, and then floated towards the Mid-Levels Hotel like a light breeze...

With Shen Nan's skills, it was not difficult for him to bypass the staff of Bureau 749 outside and sneak into the Mid-Levels Hotel. He easily came to the corridor at the edge and moved inside little by little along the wall.

Even though it was late at night, there were still a large number of 749 Bureau staff members in the Mid-Levels Hotel. They were busy shuttling back and forth with various documents, and their expressions were extremely anxious.

Seeing these people, Shen Nan's doubts became stronger. He could vaguely guess that Bureau 749 must be preparing something in secret...

He followed some of them and soon arrived at the central elevator room. He saw the staff walk into the elevator, press a button, and the elevator door slowly closed. However, the screen above the elevator did not show the floor, but a red "error" prompt popped up.

Shen Nan stood in front of these elevators, thinking...

This mid-mountain hotel is only four stories high and should be quite old. Logically, it should not be equipped with an elevator... Could it be that a new elevator was installed specifically for the meeting?

But the meeting room is clearly on the first floor, and no one lives here, so what is the need for an elevator?

Shen Nan's eyes sparkled, he raised his finger and gently pressed the button to call the elevator...