"Who are you people?" Zhong Yun narrowed his eyes to slits, a dangerous glint flickering within them, much like the cold sheen rolling off the tip of a drawn blade.

The fine hairs on Ina's body shot up instantly. Years of combat experience warned her of an incredibly dangerous presence. Just as she began to assume a defensive posture, that perilous feeling vanished without a trace.

She couldn't help but glance at Jiang You beside her. Given their rapport, he shouldn't be this unresponsive. Yet, Jiang You showed no reaction, appearing dazed and utterly ignorant of what had just transpired.

Ina was horrified internally. To control killing intent with such effortless command—how many life-and-death struggles had this youth endured?

"We are police officers."

As a seasoned member of the Special Operations Unit, Ina quickly regained her composure and deployed the standard cover story.

Zhong Yun pursed his lips, offering no confirmation or denial. After a moment, he asked again, "Who sent you to find me?"

Ina was about to answer when she bit her lip suddenly. Since the beginning, the initiative had been controlled by the young man before her; she had been led by the nose the entire time, a blow to her considerable self-confidence.

"I apologize, we have regulations; we cannot comment on that question."

Zhong Yun shrugged, dismissing them. He turned to the proprietress, who was eyeing him with curiosity, and asked, "Ma'am, is there a hotel or somewhere nearby where one can spend the night?"

"Walk fifty meters to your left, there's a hotel."

"Thank you." Zhong Yun finished speaking and turned toward the door.

"Hey, where are you going?" Ina asked hastily as he prepared to leave.

"To take a shower," Zhong Yun said, turning back just as he reached the exit. "Care to join?"

Amidst the man's hearty chuckles, Zhong Yun left the bar in good spirits.

The hotel. Zhong Yun enjoyed a long, hot shower, changed into clean, crisp clothes, and emerged feeling refreshed.

"Oh? You’re waiting for me?"

Outside the door, a blazing crimson hovercar was parked by the curb. Through the transparent window, the man and woman who had claimed to be police officers in the bar were visible inside.

The car door opened, and Jiang You called out, "Get in."

Zhong Yun made no move. "Where do you intend to take me?"

"You're heading to the airport, right? It’s on our way; we don't mind giving you a lift." Jiang You, now speaking normally, was quite methodical.

"Heh." On the way—Zhong Yun didn't buy it for a second. Still, a free ride was welcome, and besides, he wanted to see just what kind of influential person was looking for him.

Zhong Yun lifted his backpack and got in. The hovercar visibly sank under the added weight.

"Your police salaries must be high to afford a vehicle like this." Sitting in the back, Zhong Yun touched this and that, playing the part of an unsophisticated country boy.

Although this 'Phantom Glide—Prism Series' vehicle was expensive, it couldn't compare to Chen Wen’s 'Omni-Zero One.' He only said it deliberately.

Neither of the two special officers responded. Jiang You drove silently, and Ina preferred not to engage him.

Before long, they heard snoring from the back. Zhong Yun had actually fallen asleep.

"Pig," Ina muttered softly after glancing at the rearview mirror.

Zhong Yun only woke up when they arrived at the airport.

After he boarded his plane, Ina made a call. "Boss, the person you wanted us to find has appeared. He just boarded a flight to D'Ar—the flight number is—"

A massive, luxurious aircraft sliced through the sky toward Mingzhou City. An elegantly stylized 'Y' was printed on its hull (Note: For ease of writing and reading, I have directly used Pinyin equivalents, treating this as a translated text. The same applies below). This was the Yang family's private jet.

The cabin was sparsely furnished, contrasting sharply with the plane's opulent exterior. A young man sat on a white sofa, wearing glasses and engrossed in a book.

The young man was handsome, with very pale skin and a distinctly delicate appearance.

Standing beside him was an equally young man—his attendant. The Yang family's rules were rigid; even without outsiders present, the attendant dared not sit down.

Suddenly, the attendant's communication device rang. The young man's beautiful eyebrows furrowed, and he let out a slight, almost imperceptible sigh. "It's hard to find a moment of peace, even while flying."

The attendant was sharp; sensing his master's mood, he immediately handed over the device. "It's Section Chief Liao."

"It's him?" The young man raised an eyebrow. Why would he be calling me now? Could it be...

"The person you were looking for has surfaced. He will arrive at Volter Third Airport in fifty-two minutes."

A thin, high-pitched voice came from the other end of the line. The young man smiled faintly. "Brother Liao, thank you. I owe you one."

He hung up, resting his chin in his hand, lost in thought.

"Young Master..." The attendant, accustomed to his master's tendency to drift off, prompted gently.

"Ah. Change of plans—don't go back to Mingzhou yet. Tell the pilot we’re diverting to Volter," the young man commanded.

Watching the attendant disappear through the doorway, he murmured, "Let me see what kind of person could make my sister so concerned."

His gaze fell upon a stack of files on the table before him. The photograph on top was of Zhong Yun.

This person is quite interesting.

An interested smile unconsciously curved the young man's lips, raising his anticipation for the coming meeting.

D'Ar City. On the top floor of a skyscraper in the city center, a slightly portly middle-aged man stared intently at the documents in his hands within a vast, luxurious office.

"Ding-dong."

A sound disrupted his concentration. He said with annoyance, "Didn't I say not to bother me during my work hours?"

"Sir, you specifically instructed that if there was any news about a young man named Zhong Yun, I was to notify you immediately." It was a sweet female voice, yet lacking any semblance of human emotion—this was his intelligent assistant.

"You say there's news about that young man?" Joy flashed across the middle-aged man's face.

"Yes, Sir. He boarded a flight bound for Volter Third Airport and will be landing in forty-nine minutes and twelve seconds."

The middle-aged man shot to his feet. "Connect me to Little Zhao immediately."

The intelligent assistant complied quickly. "Hello, Little Zhao, go to the Third Airport right now. You must bring him back to the company. I will send you his photograph shortly."

Once the middle-aged man finished, the intelligent assistant spoke, "Is this young man, Zhong Yun, very important? Based on his past records, his potential value is rated F; he shouldn't warrant this level of attention."

"You wouldn't understand," the middle-aged man said, clearly pleased. "This is the first time Xiao Ruo has asked a favor of me. Of course, I must handle it perfectly."

"I just wonder what his relationship is with her. Seeing how much Xiao Ruo cares about him, could he possibly be her sweetheart?"

The more he considered it, the more uncomfortable he felt. How could such a lackluster boy be worthy of Xiao Ruo?

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