Li Yundong’s words instantly flushed Sister Hong’s face crimson, her eyes filled with shame and anger, yet she found herself utterly unable to refute him. After all, Cao Kefei, who had been moments from death, was now saved by this young man right before her eyes. No amount of eloquent speech could overcome such undeniable fact.

The 'Fake Foreign Devil' standing nearby scoffed in clear displeasure, "Just good luck. Next time you won't be so fortunate!"

Li Yundong glanced at him, offered a slight smile, and couldn't be bothered to argue. He turned back, speaking softly to Cao Kefei, "Ms. Cao, how are you feeling?"

Cao Kefei subtly furrowed her delicate brows, clutching her chest with one hand, reminiscent of Xizi holding her heart. She managed a weak smile and murmured, "Li Yundong, you’ve saved my life again. How can I ever repay you?"

Li Yundong chuckled lightly, "Look at you talking like that. We're friends, aren't we? Don't say such things!"

"Friends, huh…" Cao Kefei’s full, luscious red lips gently uttered the three words. Her gaze was hazy and complex as she looked at Li Yundong, as if burdened with countless unsaid things.

At this moment, Liu Feier rushed over, tightly gripping Cao Kefei’s hand. Tears streamed down her face as she cried out, her voice thick with sobs, "Sister Cao, you're finally awake! You scared me to death!"

Cao Kefei smiled faintly, "Yes, I was dreaming just now that I was flying—so high, so very high, flying far, far away. As I soared endlessly, I suddenly seemed to hear someone calling my name, and I instinctively flew back. When I opened my eyes, I was awake."

Liu Feier’s tears turned to laughter. "Li Yundong was the one who called your soul back!"

Li Yundong smiled and asked, "By the way, Ms. Cao, do you have any idea what happened here?" He lowered his voice, inquiring, "Who exactly wanted you dead?"

A flicker of fear suddenly crossed Cao Kefei’s eyes. She opened her mouth, about to speak, when a commotion erupted outside. Someone shouted loudly in the corridor, "Make way, make way!"

The crowd packed tightly at the doorway turned to look, instantly scattering…

Li Yundong and Cao Kefei turned to see several police officers burst in, demanding, "Where is the assailant!"

A few security guards trailing behind them immediately spotted Li Yundong and pointed emphatically, shouting, "It’s him! He injured many of our men!"

Li Yundong let out a dry laugh and retorted, "You say I injured many of your men? Tell me, who exactly did I hurt?"

The security guards all replied in unison, "I—we were all injured!"

Li Yundong smiled, "Where are the injuries? Can you show me?"

The security guards were momentarily stumped. They instinctively touched their bodies and realized they weren't scratched anywhere. Although Li Yundong had tossed them around like kites earlier, they hadn't felt much pain when they landed. They had been too nervous and frightened at the time to notice; now, prompted by Li Yundong, they were surprised to find themselves completely unhurt!

The aggressive stance of the security guards immediately slackened. The lead officer snorted and ordered, "Whether someone was injured or not is not up to you to decide!"

Li Yundong countered, "Then who decides?"

Another officer sneered, "What a stupid question. We decide, of course!"

Li Yundong laughed softly, "So you mean, whether someone was injured or not is decided by you? Even if no one was hurt, you can claim they were?"

The officer bristled instantly, "What is that supposed to mean? Watch out, I'll arrest you for defamation!"

Li Yundong glanced at the two officers, shaking his head subtly. He paused, then addressed the security guards, "Tonight was a misunderstanding, really. I was rushing to save my friend, but you all blocked my way, leading to some conflict... If possible, I’d like to settle this privately."

Just then, a manager in a sharp suit stepped out from the crowd and snorted, "Settle it privately? Do you realize the terrible impression this has made on the Dihao Building? Absolutely not, this matter cannot be settled privately!"

The two police officers cooperated perfectly; one stepped closer, glaring menacingly at Li Yundong, while the other pulled out a pair of handcuffs and flashed them…

Sister Hong and the Fake Foreign Devil on the side immediately felt a surge of schadenfreude, inwardly shouting: Arrest him, arrest him!

Seeing the situation deteriorate, Cao Kefei suppressed her discomfort and spoke up loudly, "I can testify that he was indeed here to save me. Is saving someone also against the law?"

One officer said coldly, "If you injure someone while saving them, that is also against the law!"

Cao Kefei couldn't help but retort angrily, "The law must have room for human feeling. How can you be so unfeeling! Law enforcement today emphasizes a humanized approach; how are you enforcing it? Who is your superior?"

The officer, struck by the seductive cold elegance in Cao Kefei's angry expression, froze for a moment, nearly letting his jaw drop.

Snapping back to reality, he sternly ordered, "Enough nonsense. You need to come with us as well!"

Cao Kefei was both alarmed and furious, but having handled major situations before, she managed to swallow her rage and began subtly scrolling through her phone.

The other officer who arrived with the first one possessed better judgment. Noticing Cao Kefei’s bearing and presence, which were clearly out of the ordinary, he hesitated. He realized this situation could either blow over quickly or escalate severely. If it truly blew up, and this person had powerful connections, he, as a minor police officer, would be in deep trouble. He turned and quietly conferred with the lobby manager behind him.

The lobby manager snorted, considering the proposal. Just as he was about to speak, a commanding voice sounded from nearby, "Xiao Liu, what are you doing here?"

The officer named Xiao Liu turned and saw a stern, middle-aged man in plain clothes looking at him. He was startled, quickly jogging over and snapping to attention with a respectful salute, "Director Gong, I am on duty!"

Director Gong frowned. "On duty with this much commotion? Take me to see it!"

Xiao Liu plastered a sycophantic smile on his face. "It’s just a small matter, hardly worthy of your attention, sir!"

Director Gong snorted. "A small matter causing this much noise? If there were a real emergency, would you try to tear down the Earth?"

Saying this, Director Gong walked down the corridor with his hands clasped behind his back, like a king surveying his domain. The onlookers who had gathered to watch respectfully parted a path for him….

The lobby manager’s face was now beaming with smiles. He produced a pack of cigarettes from nowhere and offered them with a friendly greeting, "Director Gong, I’m truly sorry for disturbing your rest. My apologies. I’ll have someone send two late-night snacks over for you shortly."

Director Gong pushed the cigarettes away with righteous sternness and said gravely, "I don't smoke! What exactly is going on here?"

The lobby manager replied with an unceasing smile, "It’s nothing much, Director. Someone forced their way into Dihao and assaulted people. These two officers are just about to take the suspect in."

Director Gong's face hardened. "So arrogant? Dihao is one of Tiannan City’s few five-star hotels, and this kind of behavior occurs? Does this person have any regard for law and discipline? He must be severely punished, absolutely severely punished!"

The lobby manager’s smile grew even brighter. "Director Gong is wise, excellently said! This trend cannot be allowed to spread, otherwise, when Dihao loses face, won't you lose face too?"

Director Gong sternly rebuked him, "Nonsense! What does my face have to do with Dihao!"

The lobby manager’s smile remained fixed, though inwardly he sneered: Keep acting! After all the money we’ve fed you every year, keep up the pretense!

Director Gong feigned an inspection. The other officer, who had been eager to make arrests, stepped forward and saluted, "Director Gong, the suspect has accomplices. Should we arrest them all?"

Director Gong sized up the officer. "Ah, Xiao Zhang! Accomplices, you say? Arrest them! Arrest everyone! Not a single accomplice or principal should be let off!"

Xiao Zhang was overjoyed. He turned to enter the room to seize people, but suddenly heard Director Gong ask, "The suspect is inside? Who is this arrogant person?"

Xiao Zhang quickly scurried back, ushering Director Gong into the room, and then pointed at Li Yundong, shouting, "This is the suspect!"

Director Gong fixed his gaze and saw the young man coldly sizing him up. His eyes held no fear or anxiety, but rather an overwhelming sense of mockery and disdain. Director Gong felt a reflexive surge of anger, but quickly realized the person before him looked somewhat familiar. A jolt of shock went through him, and he stared intently at Li Yundong….

After a long moment of scrutiny, Director Gong asked tentatively, "You are Li Yundong?"

Li Yundong blinked. "You know me?"

Director Gong’s face instantly broke into a dazzling smile that made it hard to believe this stern, authoritative middle-aged man could produce a cheerful grin as bright as an infant's. He practically leaped forward, grasping Li Yundong's hands tightly and shaking them up and down, proclaiming loudly, "Young Master Li must be too busy to recall! We met just this morning! I even attended the opening of your teahouse!"

Everyone in and outside the room broke into cold sweats. Especially Police Officer Xiao Zhang, who had been shouting about arrests, was now drenched, frozen in place like a statue.

Sister Hong and the Fake Foreign Devil, who had been eagerly waiting for drama, stared at Li Yundong in utter shock, as if he were an alien visitor.

As for Li Yundong, he had been hosting dignitaries—at least seventy or eighty influential figures—at his teahouse opening today, and the sheer number of names and titles had confused him. How could he possibly remember this middle-aged man? However, seeing the man's overwhelming enthusiasm, his smile as bright as a sunflower, Li Yundong found it awkward to react negatively; after all, one shouldn't fight a smiling face.

Li Yundong feigned recognition. He smiled, "Ah, now I remember. My apologies, Director Gong, hello!"

Director Gong continued to smile warmly, asking somewhat pointedly, "Why has Young Master Li come here today?"

Li Yundong replied with a smile, "I came to rescue a friend, and there was a slight misunderstanding with Dihao." As he spoke, his gaze swept over the officers who had been demanding his arrest.

Wherever Li Yundong’s glance fell, the person instantly broke out in a cold sweat across their back. The lobby manager, who had refused any private settlement, was especially filled with regret, wishing he could slap himself. To command such familiarity, bordering on fawning respect, from a Municipal Public Security Bureau Director—what kind of background must one possess to achieve that? If he had offended such a formidable figure, could he still operate in Tiannan City?