The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

For Yin Chen, who has always been proud of his family, this incident naturally made him feel ashamed. But the problem now is to cut his losses and preserve his remaining dignity, at least to avoid losing face in Shanghai and then in Taipei.

The group did not linger in the conference room.

After making that phone call, Yin Chen's entire aura changed; the elegance and composure he usually wore on his face faded considerably.

The car came to a stop at the foot of the Oriental Pearl Tower, where the city's iconic landmark appeared unusually quiet.

The usually bustling entrance plaza was temporarily cordoned off, with only a few people in security uniforms on duty.

A middle-aged man in a suit, with his hair neatly combed but his forehead covered in fine sweat, quickly approached.

"Ah Chen."

He first greeted Yin Chen, and then looked at An Changqing and his group, forcing a stiff smile.

Yin Chen didn't give him a chance for pleasantries and went straight to the point.

"Second Uncle, how is the situation?"

"Ugh."

The middle-aged man sighed and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his sweat.

"I have checked everything I can, and there are no intrusion records in the security system, nor can I see anything unusual in the surveillance footage."

"I had all the staff on duty, from the manager to the cleaners, questioned individually, and no one found anything amiss."

His tone was full of helplessness.

Long Ao put his hands in his pockets, looked around, and pursed his lips.

"Is this the level of security you have?"

The young security guard following behind the middle-aged man's expression changed. He was about to speak when the middle-aged man stopped him with a look.

Yin Chen's face darkened. Oh no, he knew he was going to lose face.

"There's no use talking about this now, just take us up there."

"Of course, of course, this way please."

Yin Chen's second uncle quickly led the way and opened the private elevator for them.

The elevator ascended smoothly, and outside the transparent cabin, the scenery of Shanghai slowly unfolded beneath our feet, but no one was in the mood to appreciate it at that moment.

With a "ding," the elevator doors opened.

A spacious revolving restaurant appeared before everyone's eyes.

Huge floor-to-ceiling windows offer a 360-degree panoramic view of the city at night. Thick carpets cover the floor, tables and chairs are neatly arranged, and tableware gleams under the lights.

Everything seemed so orderly and clean that it was unbelievable; there wasn't even any trash in the bins.

An Changqing's gaze swept across the entire room.

"Has this place been cleaned up?"

"Yes."

Yin Chen's second uncle nodded and bowed in response.

"This is unnecessary."

Hong Yuan slammed the giant axe into the ground, the dull thud startling her second uncle.

Although he was of a high seniority, this second uncle was just an ordinary person who had not inherited the Yin family's ancestral superpowers. He could only be extremely respectful to Yin Chen, a junior.

After all, if you behave yourself, you can live a life of leisure and wealth, but if you offend this young master, the big family will never be short of people.

Yin Chen ignored his second uncle and walked to the center of the restaurant.

"Separately search."

He looked at An Changqing.

"An Changqing, could you please review the surveillance footage with me again? Perhaps we can spot any details we might have missed."

"it is good."

An Changqing nodded in agreement.

Su Yuehe had already taken out a portable computer and several oddly shaped detectors from her storage ring and began setting them up in the restaurant in preparation for a deep scan.

The times have changed.

Long Ao and Hong Yuan exchanged a glance, each taking charge of half the area, and began a physical search, leaving no stone unturned, even checking the ceiling vents and under the carpet.

Chen Guan, carrying a black coffin on his back, strolled leisurely through the restaurant.

Unlike others who were searching for something with a specific purpose, he walked slowly along the floor-to-ceiling windows like an ordinary tourist, his gaze fixed on the myriad lights outside.

Time passed little by little.

"No, the surveillance footage is perfectly fine."

An Changqing and Yin Chen walked out of the monitoring room, both with furrowed brows.

"It's the same on my end."

Long Ao put one foot on the chair, feeling somewhat irritated.

"They lifted all the carpets, but there was nothing there."

Su Yuehe's expression was also very serious as she pointed at the data stream on the screen.

"There are very faint spatial fluctuations remaining, but they are very unstable, like ripples on the surface of water that are about to subside, making them impossible to track."

All leads seem to have gone cold.

The entire restaurant fell into a deathly silence, with only the faint beeping of the equipment emitting a faint sound.

Yin Chen's face was extremely ugly. This was not only troublesome, but also a slap in the face to the Yin family.

Just then, Chen Guan, who had been silent all along, stopped in his tracks.

He stood in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, one of the best spots in the restaurant for the view.

All eyes turned to that direction.

"What's wrong?"

An Changqing asked.

Chen Guan didn't turn around, but simply pointed to the glass in front of him.

"here."

The crowd immediately gathered around.

The glass was clean and clear, reflecting their figures and the night outside the window, showing no signs of anything unusual.

Long Ao leaned over and tapped it with his hand.

Is there a problem with the glass?

"My scanner isn't responding here."

Su Yuehe held up a detector and approached it, but the readings on it did not change.

Yin Chen narrowed his eyes, stared at the glass for a few seconds, and suddenly stretched out his right hand, palm facing forward.

Wisps of white, cold air seeped from his palm and slowly adhered to the glass surface.

"Click...click..."

A thin layer of frost spread rapidly from the center of his palm, like a living vine.

Against the backdrop of frost, a faint, almost transparent mark slowly seeped out from the inside of the glass.

No one present, including An Changqing and Su Yuehe, recognized the origin of the symbol.

However, Yin Chen's second uncle, who had been standing to the side without daring to breathe, turned deathly pale the moment he saw the symbol. His lips trembled as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

Yin Chen noticed his unusual behavior, turned his head, and spoke in a voice as cold as the ice in his palm.

"Second Uncle, do you recognize this?"

The middle-aged man trembled, his eyes darted away, and he stammered, unable to speak.

"explain!"

Yin Chen shouted sternly.

"That...that was something the old man sealed away three years ago!"

His voice trembled, and it sounded like he was about to cry.

"How did it get out again!"

Yin Chen's second uncle slumped against the dining table behind him, looking completely spineless, his eyes filled with fear.

"Second Uncle."

Yin Chen's voice was cold, each word carrying a chilling edge.

"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation."

"Ah Chen, this isn't the place to talk. Let's go downstairs first, and then we can talk."

The middle-aged man trembled as he tried to grab Yin Chen's arm, but halfway there, he was forced back by a look from Yin Chen.