One person: Lu family bodyguard, who shattered Longhu Mountain with a single palm strike.

As soon as Lin Mo finished speaking, the luxurious guest room fell into a brief silence.

"What?! A woman with a kitchen knife?! Bao Jie has barged into the World Society?!"

Zhang Chulan hurriedly dropped the T-shirt he had just put on onto the bed, turning his head in disbelief.

She didn't even have time to pull the heel off her shoe; she froze on the spot.

The image of Feng Baobao's expressionless face and those two familiar kitchen knives that made his scalp tingle instantly flashed into his mind.

Feng Shayan paused slightly in her coffee cup, her long eyebrows arching beneath her short silver hair, her tone revealing a hint of surprise: "Feng Baobao is here? Although the World Society isn't exactly a den of dragons and tigers, it's not a place anyone can just barge into."

"She's alone? Is she that brave?"

"Ah! I remember now!"

Lu Linglong clapped her hands, suddenly realizing, "Back at the Lu family home, the female employee brought by Mr. Xu Xiang, the head of the North China region, seemed a bit dull, and her eyes were different from ordinary people. How did she end up here?"

"What else could it be?"

Lin Mo leaned comfortably against the single sofa, toying with an empty mineral water bottle in his hand, his tone as relaxed as if he were commenting on a deal that had no suspense whatsoever.

"Besides her, I doubt anyone would risk going into the Ten Elders' territory all by themselves for someone else."

Feng Shayan turned her head and gave Lin Mo a deep look, her expression filled with surprise and uncertainty.

This is the top floor of the World Society Building!

Despite the vertical drop of over a hundred meters from the lobby on the first floor, and despite the many layers of thick reinforced concrete and soundproofing systems, Lin Mo was still able to clearly sense who the other person was.

This level of investigative skill was truly beyond her comprehension.

Lin Mo met Feng Shayan's shocked gaze, shrugged, and a professional smile appeared on his lips.

"I sensed it briefly; it's a professional habit."

Zhang Chulan now absolutely believes Lin Mo's words, after all, this is an extraordinary person whom even Feng Zhenghao treats as an honored guest.

The thought of that crazy woman's stubborn personality made Zhang Chulan panic at first, followed by an indescribable bitterness.

"No, I have to go down there right now! That woman doesn't hold back; if she gets surrounded by your experts, she'll definitely get hurt!"

Seeing his hurried appearance, Feng Shayan crossed her arms and her expression became somewhat strange.

"Zhang Chulan, are you out of your mind? You just had a falling out with her yesterday. Compared to how much they value you here, are you really going to go back with that idiot who humiliated you?"

Zhang Chulan paused in putting on his shoes.

He turned his head, sighed, scratched his head haphazardly, and suddenly revealed a somewhat complicated bitter smile.

"Miss Feng, you're absolutely right."

"I've been trying to figure out how to describe her, but you're so insightful, you hit the nail on the head."

"That girl is ignorant, shameless, and devoid of desire. I've been with her for so long, and I can't even tell if she's happy or angry."

"She acts purely on instinct, straightforwardly." Zhang Chulan gave a self-deprecating smirk. "As for humiliation? I doubt she even understands what humiliation is. I'd be the real idiot to get angry at someone as dense as her."

Seeing Zhang Chulan's carefree and relaxed demeanor, Feng Shayan was speechless for a moment, unable to comprehend this bizarre masochistic logic.

Lin Mo, who was sitting to the side, shook his head almost imperceptibly.

He saw it clearly: in this treacherous world of supernatural beings, Zhang Chulan, who had just entered the field, was like a child with no relatives or friends, being watched as prey by various forces.

Whether it's the World Society or the Celestial Master's Mansion, they all have their own ulterior motives for getting close to him.

Feng Baobao is the only one who is pure and without impurities. It is precisely this interaction, which is free from any ulterior motives, that makes Zhang Chulan, who lives on guard, feel an unprecedented sense of cleanliness and security.

Feng Shayan stared at Zhang Chulan for a few seconds before finally relenting, tilting her head slightly: "Fine, whatever you want. The door's over there, you can go."

"Thank you so much, Miss Feng, for taking me in! I will repay your kindness in the future!"

Zhang Chulan quickly bowed, then nodded gratefully to Lu Linglong and Lin Mo, "Linglong, Lin, let's talk again later, I'll be going now!"

"Wait a minute," Lin Mo called out casually, "Zhang Chulan, don't forget your final payment of nine thousand yuan."

Zhang Chulan almost slipped, turning back to force a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Brother Lin, in this atmosphere of life and death, can we not talk about money?"

"cannot."

Lin Mo's expression was extremely serious. "Debt relationships are the most stable bond between adults."

"Great! Stable, extremely stable!"

Zhang Chulan's lips twitched violently. Not daring to delay any longer, he turned around and rushed out of the guest room in a hurry.

Once Zhang Chulan's footsteps faded at the end of the corridor, Lu Linglong leaned close to Feng Shayan and asked, "Sister Shayan, if we just let him go like this, won't it be difficult to explain to Uncle Feng?"

Feng Shayan smiled indifferently and tossed her short silver hair: "What could possibly happen? My father was just trying his luck anyway."

"Zhang Chulan isn't a commodity on a shelf, someone who can get the highest bidder. The World Society wouldn't force a college student to stay."

As she spoke, a hint of interest flashed in her eyes: "However, I'd like to go and see that crazy woman."

"She dared to storm the World Society alone. If it weren't for the fact that all the best members and senior officers of the society were on assignment today, she would definitely be half-dead by now."

"Let's go! I love watching this kind of excitement!"

Lu Linglong's eyes lit up as she turned to Lin Mo, "What about you, Lin Mo? Shouldn't you go collect some data on potential clients?"

Lin Mo slowly stood up from the sofa, straightened his wrinkle-free coat, and wore his familiar business smile: "What a coincidence, I also enjoy watching any kind of excitement that doesn't cost me anything."

"If things get really bad down there, I might be able to sell a few premium care cards for sprains and bruises. Of course, if there are fatal injuries, I'll take on life-saving cases too, starting at 500,000, a sure-fire way to make money."

Feng Shayan shook her head, amused by the money-grubbing remark: "You're hopeless."

The three of them walked out of the guest room side by side and took the private elevator down to the first floor.

at the same time.

The spacious lobby on the first floor of the World Society building was now a complete mess.

On the expensive marble floor, several potted plants were overturned, with soil scattered all over the ground.

Several grassroots cadres of the Tianxiahui who remained behind lay sprawled on the ground, clutching their arms and legs and wailing incessantly.

In the very center of the hall, Feng Baobao stood in her high heels, the heels of which seemed to be twisted and awkward.

Today she was wearing a purple floral dress, the hem of which was torn, and there were several bright red abrasions on her fair arms and calves.

Blood beads slid down her forearm, but she seemed oblivious, casually wiping them away on her skirt.

With her left hand, she dragged a security guard in a suit who had just been knocked unconscious, as if throwing a wet towel. With her right hand, she carried a baton that she had somehow acquired, while she awkwardly hid the iconic kitchen knife behind her back.

"Don't go over there! Old Chen was pinned to the ground as soon as he went up!" Several security guards nearby trembled with fear, holding stun batons.

"I'm not here to kill you."

Feng Baobao tried to explain earnestly, but no one believed her. So she simply yelled in her perfect Sichuan dialect, "Zhang Chulan—I'm here to find you! Come out quickly!"

On the top floor of the building, in the luxurious chairman's office.

Feng Zhenghao sat behind his mahogany desk, hung up the phone with the security department, and frowned slightly.

"What's going on? Someone broke in? And the cadres who stayed behind were also defeated?"

Feng Zhenghao sighed.

One person had a dislocated shoulder, one had two broken ribs, and one was kicked into the decorative wall.

Feng Zhenghao raised his head and looked at the young man sitting on the sofa drinking tea—"Western Master" Jia Zhengyu, who was wearing a well-made Tang suit training clothes, had his hair tied in a topknot, and was holding two steel balls in his hands.

"I'm so sorry, Master Jia." Feng Zhenghao said gently, with an apologetic tone, "I just invited you to join us, but it's a shame you've run into this kind of trouble, being bothered by someone. Please excuse me."

Jia Zhengyu stopped the steel canisters that were clanging crisply in his hand, stood up confidently, and a smug smile appeared on his lips.

"It's alright, Mr. Feng. It just so happens that I'm new here and haven't accomplished anything yet."

"Since a petty thief dares to cause trouble, let me deal with this intruder for you. Consider it my way of showing allegiance to the World Society!"

In Jia Zhengyu's view, a new owner and an intruder are simply an opportunity to establish authority delivered to his doorstep!

A thoughtful look flashed across Feng Zhenghao's eyes.

The other party was a well-connected person and had something to do with Zhang Chulan, so he smiled and reminded him, "Then I'll trouble Master Jia to make the trip, but let's stop here."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing!" Jia Zhengyu smiled proudly and strode straight towards the elevator.

A few minutes later, the pedestrian staircase on the side of the first floor appeared.

Zhang Chulan, panting, pushed open the door to the emergency exit and bumped right into Jia Zhengyu, who had just come out of the private elevator.

When Jia Zhengyu saw him, he frowned and spoke with annoyance and disdain.

"What are you doing running around here? There are people trying to break into the Tianxia Association and cause trouble. Hurry up and go back to your room, don't get in the way."

Zhang Chulan wiped his sweat and gave an awkward smile: "Master Jia, that... the person who broke into the World Society seems to be looking for me."

"What?" Jia Zhengyu stopped what he was doing, startled, and looked at Zhang Chulan with a strange expression. "They're here for you?"

Just then, the revolving door in the front hall opened with a "whoosh".

Feng Baobao tossed the security guard she was holding to her feet like a broken sack of potatoes.

His previously blank gaze shifted through the crowd, instantly locking onto Zhang Chulan at the entrance of the passage, and his eyes lit up immediately.

"Zhang Chulan!" Feng Baobao waved her baton and strode over.

Seeing Feng Baobao's torn floral dress and the bright red bruises on her fair legs, Zhang Chulan's mind went blank.

No matter how much he despised this crazy woman, seeing her bravely venture into danger for him, he couldn't help but feel a surge of inexplicable emotion that brought tears to his eyes.

"Sister Bao!" Zhang Chulan felt a surge of warmth in his heart and stepped forward to greet her.

"Stop!" Jia Zhengyu suddenly stepped forward, blocking Zhang Chulan's path, the steel flask in his hand clanging loudly, his gaze chilling.

"Zhang Chulan, it's true she came looking for you. But she single-handedly stormed into the World Society and injured so many of its leaders; this debt can't be left unpaid!"

Zhang Chulan realized he was in trouble; this was someone else's territory. He quickly lowered his stance: "Master Jia, I apologize on her behalf! This matter was caused by me, and I will bear all the medical expenses and compensation for emotional distress!"

He couldn't help but groan inwardly.

Damn it, I just owed Lin Mo 9,000 in high-interest loans, and now I have to pay compensation to the World Society. This world of supernatural beings is practically a high-interest loan universe!

Jia Zhengyu snorted coldly, condescendingly declaring, "You want an explanation? Who do you think you are to deserve it!"

"It's simple, it's the rule of the World Society: whatever injury she inflicts, she must inflict the same wound on herself!"

Zhang Chulan was shocked: "No, no, no! Master Jia, you mustn't! I'm willing to talk to Chairman Feng!"

"It's no use talking to anyone!" Jia Zhengyu said with disdain. "Zhang Chulan, I'll spare you from harm because you're Chairman Feng's guest."

"Fine, you don't know what's good for you, but now get out of here and stop getting in my way!"

Before he could finish speaking, Jia Zhengyu circulated his inner energy, and with a sudden jerk of his arm, a powerful force slammed into Zhang Chulan's shoulder, sending him staggering backward and crashing heavily into the wall.

"Let me teach this crazy woman a lesson in what it means to be arrogant and ignorant!"

Jia Zhengyu flicked the cuffs of his Tang suit, then suddenly pushed off with his feet, charging straight toward Feng Baobao, who was standing there dumbfounded, with an air of arrogance.

"Sister Bao!"

Zhang Chulan shouted urgently!

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