The government, after all, was still controlled by the Chinese; these Malay soldiers were the hardliners within the army, still a minority faction.

[Bookmark:] Therefore, no matter how meticulously the initial plan was laid out, the battle inside the tower could absolutely not last long—strictly speaking, one hour was the absolute limit.

This building stood forty stories tall, with each floor spanning an area of three to four thousand square meters.

A thorough sweep would take more than a day to clear, wouldn't it? And if the newly appointed Prime Minister, He Zhaoji, failed to react effectively after a full hour, he truly wouldn't deserve his seat.

Conversely, if the trio fled downwards, there were only so many exits to the building. Those who orchestrated this deadly trap would have undoubtedly positioned heavy forces to blockade the routes, making the descent incredibly perilous.

Realizing this wasn't inherently difficult, but to consider such comprehensive details amidst a life-or-death situation required a perfect confluence of composure, intelligence, and courage—none could be spared.

The three of them rushed breathlessly to the top floor, but did not proceed to the roof.

On their way up, they encountered several wealthy businessmen accompanied by bodyguards. These men were also quite familiar with Li Xianhai, and together, they amassed a larger defensive force.

Less than ten minutes passed before they began to hear shrill cries and wails rising from below. When Fang Senyan went out to check, he saw a large swarm of dark-skinned local aboriginal rioters surging upward, clutching gleaming parang knives, iron bars, and baseball bats, indulging in rampant looting.

The once luxurious and modern building immediately descended into widespread chaos. This was clearly a tactic employed by the conspirators beforehand to mask the truth, diffusing an act of calculated assassination into a riot sparked by ethnic tensions.

Interspersed among these rioters were individuals clad in gray trench coats. These men did not participate in the arson, killing, or looting; they moved with stern expressions and nimble strides, hands tucked into their pockets, constantly scanning their surroundings—clearly assassins who had undergone special training.

Once these killers identified a suspicious target, they would invariably focus their fire simultaneously, turning the victim into a sieve with a flurry of indiscriminate shots.

As for the rioters, only thirty or forty were left on each floor to carry out the looting; the rest continued to ascend, clearly being used as cannon fodder to scout ahead! Despite facing such a desperate situation, Fang Senyan wasn't overly worried, as he had placed the two bottles of "Maotai 1950 Original Mash" on the bookshelf in the room they had previously occupied on the seventeenth floor.

Even if the rioters searched, at most they would check behind the door, under the bed, or outside the window—three locations. How could they possibly imagine that a bag on a bookshelf contained liquor worth tens of millions? For Fang Senyan, fulfilling the conditions for the Milestone was paramount; as for Mr. Li Xianhai’s life, it was merely a bonus. If he could be saved, so much the better, but if not, Fang Senyan wouldn't lose any sleep over it.

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When Fang Senyan returned and explained what he had seen, the others, including Li Xianhai, appeared indifferent. Only one Hong Kong tycoon, surnamed Huo, became furious, cursing them as beasts.

In less than five minutes, the Indonesian aboriginal rioters had already flooded the floor where Fang Senyan and his group were situated. The parang knives and iron bars they carried posed no real threat to Fang Senyan, especially with the highly proficient Dick leading a few bodyguards who provided accurate covering fire from the rear, resulting in immediate carnage among the rioters.

However, the situation immediately reversed once the gray-coated assassins arrived upon hearing the news. Not only did Fang Senyan sustain several injuries, but even Dick was severely wounded, shot in the right chest.

Fortunately, at this moment, the rhythmic "thump-thump-thump" of rotors could be heard from the sky. Immediately, three helicopters swiftly appeared from beyond the horizon, hovering directly over the rooftop helipad. Forty to fifty special forces soldiers in camouflage gear rappelled down, instantly securing the passage leading to the roof. Following them, elite soldiers charged down. Although there were casualties, the gray-coated assassins ultimately could not stand against regular military forces, and they retreated downstairs along with the Indonesian aboriginal rioters.

These special forces soldiers were clearly powerful reinforcements summoned by Li Xianhai. As the helmsman of his family's financial flagship, Li Xianhai was, in effect, the powerful support behind the nation's Prime Minister.

He possessed the natural authority of a high-ranking individual. Though he was fleeing in distress, his demeanor remained composed and resolute.

He snorted through his nostrils and sat down on a nearby stool: "You've arrived quickly!" Saying this while his bodyguards were decimated clearly carried a heavy note of sarcasm. The team was led by a Lieutenant Colonel, whose face flushed red upon hearing this. He deftly avoided the core issue: "Mr. Li, you've been through a scare. Please board immediately and leave this place."

He gestured invitingly. Li Xianhai, accustomed to a life of comfort, was naturally exhausted and frightened from the ordeal, so he naturally paid no mind to arguing further, calling for his men and boarding the top floor in preparation to escape via helicopter.

The other tycoons also queued up to board. At this point, however, Fang Senyan frowned and stepped in front of Li Xianhai, stating calmly, "The death aura around your Yintang is still dense. Clearly, your tribulation is not over. To think you can escape danger now is to walk straight into death!" The Lieutenant Colonel was just about to compensate for his 'tardy rescue' lapse when he heard Fang Senyan's completely irrelevant words. His face immediately darkened, and he roared, "Guards, throw this madman out!"

The surrounding soldiers swarmed forward, but Fang Senyan offered no resistance to their pushing, a cold smile playing on his lips. Instead, he turned to the Hong Kong tycoon surnamed Huo: "Mr. Huo, I see you are a man of integrity. If you do not wish to die, wait here for half an hour."

Li Xianhai paused his boarding. After a moment of hesitation, he waved his hand: "Board!" Five minutes later, the three helicopters lifted off again with a roar. Just as they began to gain altitude, flashes of fire suddenly erupted from the adjacent tall building—four Stinger surface-to-air missiles were fired! Although the helicopters tried their best to evade, two were still shot down. The remaining one slammed into a nearby skyscraper, wobbled drunkenly for a few turns, and finally crashed in a fireball.

Li Xianhai witnessed this scene through the floor-to-ceiling window, the muscles in his face twitching uncontrollably.

He had already changed into a set of camouflage fatigues; one of the soldiers had boarded the helicopter wearing his clothes earlier.

That was the result of taking off.

The other wealthy men, with the exception of Mr. Huo, were also lost in the explosion. At this point, he was completely convinced of Fang Senyan’s foresight. He glanced at Fang Senyan and couldn't help but ask, "My friend, what should we do next?" Fang Senyan smiled: "You shouldn't be asking me that question; you should find a professional."

By then, a large contingent of elite special forces soldiers remained by Li Xianhai’s side. One officer, clearly still resentful of Fang Senyan, stepped forward stiffly and declared, "Sir! Our Third Division will arrive shortly. I believe the wisest course of action now is to hold our ground and await reinforcement!" Li Xianhai had walked the edge of life and death several times over the past half-day, and the downing of the helicopters had just caused a cold sweat to break out on him. He had obviously begun to question the military's capability and looked towards Fang Senyan with an inquisitive gaze. Fang Senyan pulled out his "Endless Vodka" hip flask, took another sip, and smiled: "I have no objections."

Seeing that Fang Senyan offered no dissent, Li Xianhai’s confidence surged, and he nodded, implicitly approving the plan.

Li Xianhai then recalled Fang Senyan’s earlier words. Even for a seasoned schemer like him, a sense of deep unease settled in his heart. He couldn't help but invite Fang Senyan over: "I wonder what you meant by that 'death aura' earlier?" Although Fang Senyan looked mature, he appeared to be only about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. Li Xianhai calling him 'Sir' could be considered showing deference to talent. Naturally, Fang Senyan couldn't explain that his heightened perception allowed him to sense surrounding snipers and assassins. So, he resorted to the universally applicable trick of mystics: the [omission/impenetrable silence].

He shrugged helplessly, smiled, and shook his head.

Faced with Fang Senyan’s body language, Li Xianhai began to fully engage his imagination: "Uh? Is it that you cannot say? Or are you unable to say? Or perhaps you don't know how to articulate it?" Fang Senyan stated calmly and resolutely: "It is that I cannot say. If I were to speak, I would pay a very heavy price."

Li Xianhai let out an 'oh,' appearing suddenly enlightened: "I understand, I understand. Then, in your opinion, when can I safely leave this place?" Fang Senyan’s lips curved downward slightly, his tone cold.

"Only when the scalps, muscles, blood, and skin of those assassins have been thoroughly smeared upon the walls will you find any measure of safety."

Li Xianhai was in complete agreement. With a murderous expression, he turned back to the men beside him and issued sharp orders. Those special forces soldiers had already occupied all vital positions; if any suspicious person approached, they were met instantly with a burst of fire, no questions asked—rules and regulations were simply meant to be trampled upon.

A full four hours passed before arriving reinforcements finally managed to clear the surrounding buildings, including this tower. Li Xianhai insisted that Fang Senyan walk alongside him, seemingly giving him great deference. However, the true purpose of this gesture was likely to leverage Fang Senyan’s strength for his own protection.

It wasn't until Li Xianhai returned to his luxurious mansion and sat down on the sofa that he finally relaxed completely. Looking at Fang Senyan seriously, he asked, "How can I ever repay you?" Fang Senyan smiled: "Buy me a drink."

"............Six hours later, Fang Senyan had become an honored guest in this mansion.

His title: Driver.

Li Xianhai’s personal chauffeur.

In exchange, Li Xianhai would help him collect the remaining five types of liquor.

However, Fang Senyan had originally intended to ask for help locating the Fu Yuan Hao, but the words caught in his throat, and he retracted the request. Because that matter was his only vulnerability in the real world, he absolutely could not reveal it easily to anyone else! Fang Senyan lay back on the [bed/couch], hands clasped behind his head. Although he felt a vague sense of unease, under the current circumstances, coming out to help Li Xianhai was the safest course of action. For public benefit, he could easily complete the Milestone mission assigned by the Space; for private benefit, he could find Fourth Uncle and the others sooner.

Although Singapore was small, its GDP ranked among the top fifty globally, attesting to its immense economic strength. With Li Xianhai as his powerful backer, even operating under borrowed authority, Fang Senyan would undoubtedly fare much better than if he had struggled to search alone.

Just as Fang Senyan was about to drift into deep sleep, his chest suddenly grew hot. He immediately sprang up from the [bed/couch], and information from the Nightmare Imprint instantly flooded his mind: "Please enter the Nightmare Space within twenty-four hours of the real world."

It’s been a while since I interacted with everyone. Come guess which movie we’ll enter tomorrow? Same rule as always, see you in the review section!