Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

The next afternoon, at the rehearsal for the challenge match.

As soon as Xu Qing stepped into the studio, she sensed that something was wrong.

All six initial singers were present. Veteran singer Lin Bonian tactfully drank goji berry tea in a corner, while Kay Tse was engrossed in studying her sheet music.

On the surface, everyone was acting independently, but in reality, their eyes were all frantically glancing in one direction—the stage.

On stage, Elena Vetrova is auditioning.

A grey knit sweater, a low blonde ponytail, and no makeup. She looks like an ordinary European auntie who wandered onto the wrong movie set.

Then she spoke.

Just one sound.

"Clang!" In a corner of the waiting area, Lin Bonian's hand slipped, and the lid of his thermos rolled three meters away.

The old man didn't even bend down to pick it up.

He was completely petrified.

That sound couldn't even be called "singing." It was a torrent of sound pressure blasting from her chest, nasal cavity, and head cavity simultaneously!

The three resonating cavities merged perfectly. Without using any amplification equipment, they filled the spacious studio with an airtight sound.

The sound waves bounced off the wall, creating a chilling reverberation.

There was a crisp "click" sound.

A glass at the edge of the stage was shaken so violently that it cracked.

"Holy shit!" Lin Tianwang couldn't help but blurt out a vulgar curse.

This is not literary exaggeration. That cup really did crack.

Luo Qianyu hid behind Xu Qing, her hands gripping the mineral water bottle so tightly that the bottle was deformed from her grip.

In all her years in the industry, what kind of battles haven't she seen? But this kind of superhuman sound pressure, with its built-in industrial-grade subwoofer, is something she's never seen before.

"Is this old lady cheating?" Luo Qianyu said, biting the bottle cap and keeping her voice extremely low.

Xu Qing remained silent.

His gaze swept across the stage and precisely locked onto Chen Che behind Elena.

Chen Che leaned against the mixing console, wearing a dark blue jacket and with his hair meticulously styled. He still maintained that cold and aloof demeanor.

But Xu Qing immediately noticed something was wrong.

Chen Che's left ring finger was missing.

The old silver ring I'd worn for eight years had vanished without a trace. Only a faint white ring remained, a testament to its existence.

Xu Qing's eyes instantly darkened.

It seems Adam wasn't lying to him.

On stage, Elena finished her audition.

As she passed the waiting area, she nodded politely to everyone, but her gaze lingered on Luo Qianyu's face for half a second longer.

The older woman smiled slightly and spoke in accented English, "Is that the song you sang, 'The Wind Rises'? Your low notes are absolutely amazing."

Luo Qianyu stood there stunned, instinctively replying, "Thanks."

Once they were out of sight, she tugged at Xu Qing's sleeve and asked, "Was that mutual flattery, or was she being sarcastic?"

"I'm serious." Xu Qing said firmly, "Top opera stars disdain such fan culture tactics."

These words made Luo Qianyu feel relieved for about two seconds.

Just two seconds.

Because Chen Che was walking towards them. Five meters, three meters, two meters.

Luo Qianyu instinctively took half a step forward, like a kitten guarding its food, blocking Xu Qing's way.

Chen Che stopped in his tracks, his face expressionless like an ice block.

"have not seen you for a long time."

Xu Qing leaned back in her chair, not even changing her posture, and returned the favor in the same way: "Long time no see."

The air hung still for three seconds.

Chen Che broke the silence first: "You should know what kind of trump card I brought this time."

"clear."

"How do you plan to break this deadlock?"

Xu Qing twitched the corners of his mouth, a half-smile playing on his lips: "Each serving their own master, huh?"

Chen Che's eyes flickered suddenly.

Extremely fast, but Xu Qing still managed to catch him.

There was no murderous intent hidden in his eyes, only the pain of being forcibly suppressed.

"Each serves their own master," Chen Che repeated dryly before turning and leaving.

Luo Qianyu stared at his retreating figure: "His ring is really gone."

Xu Qing nodded.

"What do we do now?" Luo Qianyu lowered her voice. "Chen Che is clearly being held hostage by capital. When someone is pushed to the limit, they can be ruthless and ruthless."

Xu Qing reached out and pried open each of her fingers, which were about to crush the plastic bottle.

"We'll deal with it when it comes; we'll talk about it tomorrow."

"You're playing the riddle-maker again—"

"Go home. Your vocal cord rehabilitation session is still fifteen minutes away today."

Luo Qianyu was so angry that she punched him on the back when her spellcasting was abruptly interrupted, but she still obediently followed him.

on the way home.

Luo Qianyu's gaze remained fixed on Xu Qing's right hand. The old wound on his hand was still wrapped in gauze, and his fingertips would occasionally tremble uncontrollably.

Without making a sound, she reached out and squeezed her fingers between his, their fingers intertwined tightly.

Xu Qing turned her head to look at her.

Luo Qian kept her eyes straight ahead, pretending to be nonchalant, but her ears secretly turned red.

The warmth emanating from her palm was intense. Xu Qing didn't pull her hand away; instead, she took the initiative and gripped it even tighter.

……

Late at night. A top-tier private villa east of Manhattan.

Inside the underground chamber, soundproofing cotton completely isolates the outside world.

The man in the gray suit leaned back in his leather swivel chair, casually twirling an old silver ring in his hand.

Under the lamplight, the cursive English inscription on the inside of the ring was faintly visible—"Forever yours, L."

The encrypted satellite phone on the table vibrated.

"Chen Che has entered with the music." The voice on the other end of the phone spoke in broken German-accented English. "Elena's audition was phenomenal; the target frequency was perfectly hit."

The man in the gray suit stopped fiddling with his ring.

"Where is Luo Qianyu?"

"He was there too. His throat wasn't fully recovered, and he wasn't in good shape."

"very good."

The man in the gray suit stood up, walked to the custom-made safe in the corner, and entered the password.

The cabinet door popped open. Inside lay a top-secret document.

Below the Deepsea Capital logo is a glaring title: "Siren-04: Experiment on Sound Wave Emotion Interference - Limits of Subjects' Physiological Responses".

"If this song is sung in its entirety during the live broadcast, Xu Qing's post-traumatic stress disorder will definitely flare up on the spot." The voice in the gray suit was as cold as a venomous snake.

"His mental breakdown will be broadcast live globally. Public opinion can instantly condemn him as insane!"

"At that point, who will believe the evidence held by a mentally ill person?"

With a bang, the safe closed. The man in the gray suit put the silver ring into his pocket.

"As long as we have this ring, would Chen Che dare not fight to the death?"

"As for that Chinese girl's awful voice, thinking she can withstand the frequency of a siren? That's just wishful thinking!"