Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Zheng Hongwen's itinerary has no publicly available records, so Shen Qinghou could not have found it through official channels.

But Gu Mingyuan only paused for two seconds before his brows relaxed and a colder smile appeared on his lips.

It's good that you're here. The plan doesn't need to change; we just need to add a wrap-up.

He opened the encrypted communication interface and sent a command to Zhou Chenghai: After he kills someone, send people from the perimeter of the headquarters to stop him, create conflict, and make Shen Qinghou and the headquarters shed blood again.

After sending the message, he immediately deleted the chat history, placed his phone face down on the table, picked up his pen and continued signing. The pen tip moved smoothly across the paper without the slightest pause.

The appeasement faction wants to negotiate, so let them negotiate—to negotiate with someone who just killed someone under the protection of the General Headquarters and injured a member of the General Headquarters team.

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Amidst the commotion, Zheng Hongwen, at the center of the storm, was completely unaware of what was happening outside.

He sat on the sofa, holding a water glass in his hand, and spouting the usual platitudes for project applications, such as charity performances in schools and the combination of classic readings and singing and dancing—just a bunch of useless platitudes over and over again.

Su Wan stood across the coffee table, holding the blank cooperation application form he handed her, frowning as she looked at it. Her long eyelashes drooped down, casting a small shadow under her eyelids.

Zheng Hongwen stared at her profile as she looked down, at the collarbone exposed by the neckline of her loungewear. His wicked thoughts had reached their peak, like a boiler about to explode, with waves of heat surging upwards.

She had already let him in; a lone man and woman, the curtains drawn, no one downstairs—if she didn't make a move soon, her trip tonight would have been for nothing.

Zheng Hongwen placed the water glass on the coffee table with a soft thud.

He pulled out the two expired project application guides from the paper bag, stood up, and walked towards Su Wan. His leather shoes stomped lightly on the floor, like a predator approaching its prey.

Hearing footsteps and seeing him approach, Su Wan instinctively took a step back until her back was pressed against the sideboard, with nowhere left to retreat.

"Teacher Su, look here," Zheng Hongwen walked up to her, handing her the application guidelines, while his other hand discreetly reached into the glass bottle in his coat pocket, his fingertips already unscrewing the cap. "Let me explain the application requirements for this section to you in detail..."

His voice was low and deliberately seductive, and the desire in his eyes was almost overflowing.

Su Wan's back was pressed tightly against the sideboard, with nowhere left to retreat.

Zheng Hongwen had already taken the small glass bottle out of his pocket with his other hand. The cap was unscrewed, and the colorless liquid swirled at the bottle opening.

Su Wan smelled a pungent sweetness. She looked down and saw the bottle in his hand, and her pupils dilated suddenly.

Her mind went blank for a moment, and she finally realized that he wasn't there to deliver materials; he had no good intentions at all.

Seeing her expression change, Zheng Hongwen's lips curled into a dangerous smile: "Teacher Su, don't be afraid, it'll be quick—"

He suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, his fingers clenching tightly, his nails digging into her skin.

Su Wan screamed and struggled desperately, her other hand reaching haphazardly towards the sideboard behind her, her fingers touching a cold glass fruit plate.

She grabbed the fruit plate and smashed it over Zheng Hongwen's head. The plate hit his forehead and shattered into pieces, with the apples inside rolling all over the floor.

Zheng Hongwen winced in pain and loosened his grip. Su Wan seized the opportunity to slip out from under his arm and stumbled towards the door.

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She stepped barefoot on the broken glass, her sole cut open, blood staining the wooden floor. Ignoring the pain, her hand had already touched the doorknob.

The doorknob was cold. She turned it, and the sound of the latch springing open had never been so clear.

A cool breeze from the corridor seeped in through the crack in the door. Her fingers had already touched the edge of the door frame; she was just one step away from rushing out.

Just then, a bloody hand reached out from behind, its five fingers digging into her hair, and pulled her back sharply.

Su Wan was pulled backward and fell to the ground, her head hitting the floor with a muffled thud. A burst of white light exploded before her eyes, and she could see nothing.

Zheng Hongwen's face emerged from the white light, blood trickling down his brow bone from his temple.

His knee pressed down on her chest, his entire weight pressing down on that one spot, causing her ribs to creak softly.

She tried to inhale, but her chest was compressed, and she could only breathe in a little bit, not enough. She took another breath, but it still wasn't enough.

The feeling of suffocation was like a plastic bag being put over my head, tightening and tightening.

"You're still running?" Zheng Hongwen wiped the blood from his forehead, looked at the red in his palm, and grinned. "You're pretty fierce. I like your kind of fierceness."

Su Wan kicked her legs desperately, leaving streaks of blood on the floor as her heels scraped against the ground.

She reached out and grabbed his face, her fingernails scratching his chin, leaving several white marks.

His voice was tinged with amusement, as if he were coaxing a disobedient child.

Su Wan's tears rolled down her cheeks and into her ears.

She tried to scream for help, but his hand covered her mouth, and she could only let out muffled sobs.

She struggled to shake her head, trying to break free, but his fingers gripped her chin like iron clamps, preventing her from moving an inch.

She began to see stars, her vision blurred at the edges, and her consciousness gradually became fuzzy.

The sounds around me faded into the distance, leaving only the pounding of my heart as I prayed silently—

Someone save me. Someone please come and save me.

Just as Zheng Hongwen's face was getting closer and closer, a loud piano note exploded from the stairwell.

The steel plate of the security door was shaken so badly that it dented inwards, the lock flew off, and the entire door slammed into the entrance wall with a loud crash, sending wood chips and metal scraps flying.

Zheng Hongwen was thrown to the ground by the shockwave, and the glass bottle flew out of his hand, hit the corner of the wall, and shattered.

Su Wan lay on the ground, her ears filled with a sharp whistling sound from the shockwave.

She struggled to look up at the doorway, and in her blurry vision, she saw a person holding a guqin standing there.

The shattered light bulbs in the corridor flickered behind him, casting a long shadow that stretched from the entrance hall to her feet.

Shen Qinghou's mask had long since fallen off somewhere, and the stray hairs on his forehead were damp with sweat, sticking to his pale forehead. The bloodshot veins in his eyes looked as if they were about to bleed.

His gaze swept over the broken glass on the ground, over the bloodstains on Su Wan's feet, over the red marks on the back of her neck where she had been pinched by fingernails, and finally landed on Zheng Hongwen, who was getting up while clutching his forehead.

The lacquer on the instrument gleamed coldly in the corridor light as his fingers rested on the strings.

Zheng Hongwen recovered from the chaos. He lay prostrate on the ground, raised his head, and said, "Who are you? You've trespassed! I'm calling the police!"

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His voice was tinged with amusement, as if he were coaxing a disobedient child.

Su Wan's tears rolled down her cheeks and into her ears.

She tried to scream for help, but his hand covered her mouth, and she could only let out muffled sobs.

She struggled to shake her head, trying to break free, but his fingers gripped her chin like iron clamps, preventing her from moving an inch.

She began to see stars, her vision blurred at the edges, and her consciousness gradually became fuzzy.

The sounds around me faded into the distance, leaving only the pounding of my heart as I prayed silently—

Someone save me. Someone please come and save me.

Just as Zheng Hongwen's face was getting closer and closer, a loud piano note exploded from the stairwell.

The steel plate of the security door was shaken so badly that it dented inwards, the lock flew off, and the entire door slammed into the entrance wall with a loud crash, sending wood chips and metal scraps flying.

Zheng Hongwen was thrown to the ground by the shockwave, and the glass bottle flew out of his hand, hit the corner of the wall, and shattered.

Su Wan lay on the ground, her ears filled with a sharp whistling sound from the shockwave.

She struggled to look up at the doorway, and in her blurry vision, she saw a person holding a guqin standing there.

The shattered light bulbs in the corridor flickered behind him, casting a long shadow that stretched from the entrance hall to her feet.

Shen Qinghou's mask had long since fallen off somewhere, and the stray hairs on his forehead were damp with sweat, sticking to his pale forehead. The bloodshot veins in his eyes looked as if they were about to bleed.

His gaze swept over the broken glass on the ground, over the bloodstains on Su Wan's feet, over the red marks on the back of her neck where she had been pinched by fingernails, and finally landed on Zheng Hongwen, who was getting up while clutching his forehead.

The lacquer on the instrument gleamed coldly in the corridor light as his fingers rested on the strings.

Zheng Hongwen recovered from the chaos. He lay prostrate on the ground, raised his head, and said, "Who are you? You've trespassed! I'm calling the police!"

His voice was tinged with amusement, as if he were coaxing a disobedient child.

Su Wan's tears rolled down her cheeks and into her ears.

She tried to scream for help, but his hand covered her mouth, and she could only let out muffled sobs.

She struggled to shake her head, trying to break free, but his fingers gripped her chin like iron clamps, preventing her from moving an inch.

She began to see stars, her vision blurred at the edges, and her consciousness gradually became fuzzy.

The sounds around me faded into the distance, leaving only the pounding of my heart as I prayed silently—

Someone save me. Someone please come and save me.

Just as Zheng Hongwen's face was getting closer and closer, a loud piano note exploded from the stairwell.

The steel plate of the security door was shaken so badly that it dented inwards, the lock flew off, and the entire door slammed into the entrance wall with a loud crash, sending wood chips and metal scraps flying.

Zheng Hongwen was thrown to the ground by the shockwave, and the glass bottle flew out of his hand, hit the corner of the wall, and shattered.

Su Wan lay on the ground, her ears filled with a sharp whistling sound from the shockwave.

She struggled to look up at the doorway, and in her blurry vision, she saw a person holding a guqin standing there.

The shattered light bulbs in the corridor flickered behind him, casting a long shadow that stretched from the entrance hall to her feet.

Shen Qinghou's mask had long since fallen off somewhere, and the stray hairs on his forehead were damp with sweat, sticking to his pale forehead. The bloodshot veins in his eyes looked as if they were about to bleed.

His gaze swept over the broken glass on the ground, over the bloodstains on Su Wan's feet, over the red marks on the back of her neck where she had been pinched by fingernails, and finally landed on Zheng Hongwen, who was getting up while clutching his forehead.

The lacquer on the instrument gleamed coldly in the corridor light as his fingers rested on the strings.

Zheng Hongwen recovered from the chaos. He lay prostrate on the ground, raised his head, and said, "Who are you? You've trespassed! I'm calling the police!"

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His voice was tinged with amusement, as if he were coaxing a disobedient child.

Su Wan's tears rolled down her cheeks and into her ears.

She tried to scream for help, but his hand covered her mouth, and she could only let out muffled sobs.

She struggled to shake her head, trying to break free, but his fingers gripped her chin like iron clamps, preventing her from moving an inch.

She began to see stars, her vision blurred at the edges, and her consciousness gradually became fuzzy.

The sounds around me faded into the distance, leaving only the pounding of my heart as I prayed silently—

Someone save me. Someone please come and save me.

Just as Zheng Hongwen's face was getting closer and closer, a loud piano note exploded from the stairwell.

The steel plate of the security door was shaken so badly that it dented inwards, the lock flew off, and the entire door slammed into the entrance wall with a loud crash, sending wood chips and metal scraps flying.

Zheng Hongwen was thrown to the ground by the shockwave, and the glass bottle flew out of his hand, hit the corner of the wall, and shattered.

Su Wan lay on the ground, her ears filled with a sharp whistling sound from the shockwave.

She struggled to look up at the doorway, and in her blurry vision, she saw a person holding a guqin standing there.

The shattered light bulbs in the corridor flickered behind him, casting a long shadow that stretched from the entrance hall to her feet.

Shen Qinghou's mask had long since fallen off somewhere, and the stray hairs on his forehead were damp with sweat, sticking to his pale forehead. The bloodshot veins in his eyes looked as if they were about to bleed.

His gaze swept over the broken glass on the ground, over the bloodstains on Su Wan's feet, over the red marks on the back of her neck where she had been pinched by fingernails, and finally landed on Zheng Hongwen, who was getting up while clutching his forehead.

The lacquer on the instrument gleamed coldly in the corridor light as his fingers rested on the strings.

Zheng Hongwen recovered from the chaos. He lay prostrate on the ground, raised his head, and said, "Who are you? You've trespassed! I'm calling the police!"

His voice was tinged with amusement, as if he were coaxing a disobedient child.

Su Wan's tears rolled down her cheeks and into her ears.

She tried to scream for help, but his hand covered her mouth, and she could only let out muffled sobs.

She struggled to shake her head, trying to break free, but his fingers gripped her chin like iron clamps, preventing her from moving an inch.

She began to see stars, her vision blurred at the edges, and her consciousness gradually became fuzzy.

The sounds around me faded into the distance, leaving only the pounding of my heart as I prayed silently—

Someone save me. Someone please come and save me.

Just as Zheng Hongwen's face was getting closer and closer, a loud piano note exploded from the stairwell.

The steel plate of the security door was shaken so badly that it dented inwards, the lock flew off, and the entire door slammed into the entrance wall with a loud crash, sending wood chips and metal scraps flying.

Zheng Hongwen was thrown to the ground by the shockwave, and the glass bottle flew out of his hand, hit the corner of the wall, and shattered.

Su Wan lay on the ground, her ears filled with a sharp whistling sound from the shockwave.

She struggled to look up at the doorway, and in her blurry vision, she saw a person holding a guqin standing there.

The shattered light bulbs in the corridor flickered behind him, casting a long shadow that stretched from the entrance hall to her feet.

Shen Qinghou's mask had long since fallen off somewhere, and the stray hairs on his forehead were damp with sweat, sticking to his pale forehead. The bloodshot veins in his eyes looked as if they were about to bleed.

His gaze swept over the broken glass on the ground, over the bloodstains on Su Wan's feet, over the red marks on the back of her neck where she had been pinched by fingernails, and finally landed on Zheng Hongwen, who was getting up while clutching his forehead.

The lacquer on the instrument gleamed coldly in the corridor light as his fingers rested on the strings.

Zheng Hongwen recovered from the chaos. He lay prostrate on the ground, raised his head, and said, "Who are you? You've trespassed! I'm calling the police!"

His voice was tinged with amusement, as if he were coaxing a disobedient child.

Su Wan's tears rolled down her cheeks and into her ears.

She tried to scream for help, but his hand covered her mouth, and she could only let out muffled sobs.

She struggled to shake her head, trying to break free, but his fingers gripped her chin like iron clamps, preventing her from moving an inch.

She began to see stars, her vision blurred at the edges, and her consciousness gradually became fuzzy.

The sounds around me faded into the distance, leaving only the pounding of my heart as I prayed silently—

Someone save me. Someone please come and save me.

Just as Zheng Hongwen's face was getting closer and closer, a loud piano note exploded from the stairwell.

The steel plate of the security door was shaken so badly that it dented inwards, the lock flew off, and the entire door slammed into the entrance wall with a loud crash, sending wood chips and metal scraps flying.

Zheng Hongwen was thrown to the ground by the shockwave, and the glass bottle flew out of his hand, hit the corner of the wall, and shattered.

Su Wan lay on the ground, her ears filled with a sharp whistling sound from the shockwave.

She struggled to look up at the doorway, and in her blurry vision, she saw a person holding a guqin standing there.

The shattered light bulbs in the corridor flickered behind him, casting a long shadow that stretched from the entrance hall to her feet.

Shen Qinghou's mask had long since fallen off somewhere, and the stray hairs on his forehead were damp with sweat, sticking to his pale forehead. The bloodshot veins in his eyes looked as if they were about to bleed.

His gaze swept over the broken glass on the ground, over the bloodstains on Su Wan's feet, over the red marks on the back of her neck where she had been pinched by fingernails, and finally landed on Zheng Hongwen, who was getting up while clutching his forehead.

The lacquer on the instrument gleamed coldly in the corridor light as his fingers rested on the strings.

Zheng Hongwen recovered from the chaos. He lay prostrate on the ground, raised his head, and said, "Who are you? You've trespassed! I'm calling the police!"

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His voice was tinged with amusement, as if he were coaxing a disobedient child.

Su Wan's tears rolled down her cheeks and into her ears.

She tried to scream for help, but his hand covered her mouth, and she could only let out muffled sobs.

She struggled to shake her head, trying to break free, but his fingers gripped her chin like iron clamps, preventing her from moving an inch.

She began to see stars, her vision blurred at the edges, and her consciousness gradually became fuzzy.

The sounds around me faded into the distance, leaving only the pounding of my heart as I prayed silently—

Someone save me. Someone please come and save me.

Just as Zheng Hongwen's face was getting closer and closer, a loud piano note exploded from the stairwell.

The steel plate of the security door was shaken so badly that it dented inwards, the lock flew off, and the entire door slammed into the entrance wall with a loud crash, sending wood chips and metal scraps flying.

Zheng Hongwen was thrown to the ground by the shockwave, and the glass bottle flew out of his hand, hit the corner of the wall, and shattered.

Su Wan lay on the ground, her ears filled with a sharp whistling sound from the shockwave.

She struggled to look up at the doorway, and in her blurry vision, she saw a person holding a guqin standing there.

The shattered light bulbs in the corridor flickered behind him, casting a long shadow that stretched from the entrance hall to her feet.

Shen Qinghou's mask had long since fallen off somewhere, and the stray hairs on his forehead were damp with sweat, sticking to his pale forehead. The bloodshot veins in his eyes looked as if they were about to bleed.

His gaze swept over the broken glass on the ground, over the bloodstains on Su Wan's feet, over the red marks on the back of her neck where she had been pinched by fingernails, and finally landed on Zheng Hongwen, who was getting up while clutching his forehead.

The lacquer on the instrument gleamed coldly in the corridor light as his fingers rested on the strings.

Zheng Hongwen recovered from the chaos. He lay prostrate on the ground, raised his head, and said, "Who are you? You've trespassed! I'm calling the police!"

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His voice was tinged with amusement, as if he were coaxing a disobedient child.

Su Wan's tears rolled down her cheeks and into her ears.

She tried to scream for help, but his hand covered her mouth, and she could only let out muffled sobs.

She struggled to shake her head, trying to break free, but his fingers gripped her chin like iron clamps, preventing her from moving an inch.

She began to see stars, her vision blurred at the edges, and her consciousness gradually became fuzzy.

The sounds around me faded into the distance, leaving only the pounding of my heart as I prayed silently—

Someone save me. Someone please come and save me.

Just as Zheng Hongwen's face was getting closer and closer, a loud piano note exploded from the stairwell.

The steel plate of the security door was shaken so badly that it dented inwards, the lock flew off, and the entire door slammed into the entrance wall with a loud crash, sending wood chips and metal scraps flying.

Zheng Hongwen was thrown to the ground by the shockwave, and the glass bottle flew out of his hand, hit the corner of the wall, and shattered.

Su Wan lay on the ground, her ears filled with a sharp whistling sound from the shockwave.

She struggled to look up at the doorway, and in her blurry vision, she saw a person holding a guqin standing there.

The shattered light bulbs in the corridor flickered behind him, casting a long shadow that stretched from the entrance hall to her feet.

Shen Qinghou's mask had long since fallen off somewhere, and the stray hairs on his forehead were damp with sweat, sticking to his pale forehead. The bloodshot veins in his eyes looked as if they were about to bleed.

His gaze swept over the broken glass on the ground, over the bloodstains on Su Wan's feet, over the red marks on the back of her neck where she had been pinched by fingernails, and finally landed on Zheng Hongwen, who was getting up while clutching his forehead.

The lacquer on the instrument gleamed coldly in the corridor light as his fingers rested on the strings.

Zheng Hongwen recovered from the chaos. He lay prostrate on the ground, raised his head, and said, "Who are you? You've trespassed! I'm calling the police!"

His voice was tinged with amusement, as if he were coaxing a disobedient child.

Su Wan's tears rolled down her cheeks and into her ears.

She tried to scream for help, but his hand covered her mouth, and she could only let out muffled sobs.

She struggled to shake her head, trying to break free, but his fingers gripped her chin like iron clamps, preventing her from moving an inch.

She began to see stars, her vision blurred at the edges, and her consciousness gradually became fuzzy.

The sounds around me faded into the distance, leaving only the pounding of my heart as I prayed silently—

Someone save me. Someone please come and save me.

Just as Zheng Hongwen's face was getting closer and closer, a loud piano note exploded from the stairwell.

The steel plate of the security door was shaken so badly that it dented inwards, the lock flew off, and the entire door slammed into the entrance wall with a loud crash, sending wood chips and metal scraps flying.

Zheng Hongwen was thrown to the ground by the shockwave, and the glass bottle flew out of his hand, hit the corner of the wall, and shattered.

Su Wan lay on the ground, her ears filled with a sharp whistling sound from the shockwave.

She struggled to look up at the doorway, and in her blurry vision, she saw a person holding a guqin standing there.

The shattered light bulbs in the corridor flickered behind him, casting a long shadow that stretched from the entrance hall to her feet.

Shen Qinghou's mask had long since fallen off somewhere, and the stray hairs on his forehead were damp with sweat, sticking to his pale forehead. The bloodshot veins in his eyes looked as if they were about to bleed.

His gaze swept over the broken glass on the ground, over the bloodstains on Su Wan's feet, over the red marks on the back of her neck where she had been pinched by fingernails, and finally landed on Zheng Hongwen, who was getting up while clutching his forehead.

The lacquer on the instrument gleamed coldly in the corridor light as his fingers rested on the strings.

Zheng Hongwen recovered from the chaos. He lay prostrate on the ground, raised his head, and said, "Who are you? You've trespassed! I'm calling the police!"

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His voice was tinged with amusement, as if he were coaxing a disobedient child.

Su Wan's tears rolled down her cheeks and into her ears.

She tried to scream for help, but his hand covered her mouth, and she could only let out muffled sobs.

She struggled to shake her head, trying to break free, but his fingers gripped her chin like iron clamps, preventing her from moving an inch.

She began to see stars, her vision blurred at the edges, and her consciousness gradually became fuzzy.

The sounds around me faded into the distance, leaving only the pounding of my heart as I prayed silently—

Someone save me. Someone please come and save me.

Just as Zheng Hongwen's face was getting closer and closer, a loud piano note exploded from the stairwell.

The steel plate of the security door was shaken so badly that it dented inwards, the lock flew off, and the entire door slammed into the entrance wall with a loud crash, sending wood chips and metal scraps flying.

Zheng Hongwen was thrown to the ground by the shockwave, and the glass bottle flew out of his hand, hit the corner of the wall, and shattered.

Su Wan lay on the ground, her ears filled with a sharp whistling sound from the shockwave.

She struggled to look up at the doorway, and in her blurry vision, she saw a person holding a guqin standing there.

The shattered light bulbs in the corridor flickered behind him, casting a long shadow that stretched from the entrance hall to her feet.

Shen Qinghou's mask had long since fallen off somewhere, and the stray hairs on his forehead were damp with sweat, sticking to his pale forehead. The bloodshot veins in his eyes looked as if they were about to bleed.

His gaze swept over the broken glass on the ground, over the bloodstains on Su Wan's feet, over the red marks on the back of her neck where she had been pinched by fingernails, and finally landed on Zheng Hongwen, who was getting up while clutching his forehead.

The lacquer on the instrument gleamed coldly in the corridor light as his fingers rested on the strings.

Zheng Hongwen recovered from the chaos. He lay prostrate on the ground, raised his head, and said, "Who are you? You've trespassed! I'm calling the police!"