The road back to the inner city was bustling with people, but Luo Chen walked ahead with steady steps, his posture composed. 0

Behind him, his two bodyguards followed closely, their movements in sync as they remained vigilant, ensuring his safety. The earlier meeting had put them on edge, stretching their nerves to the limit. 0

Yet, if only they knew—it wasn’t them who had just escaped danger. It was Luo Chen, the very man leading the way, who had just breathed a massive sigh of relief inside.0

The sword that had been hanging over his head had finally been loosened by an inch today!2

His encounter with Gao Tingyuan had been unexpected yet entirely within reason. From the moment he had decided to see off Fu Xiuxiu and Old Man Chen, he had anticipated this possibility and prepared multiple contingencies. 0

Every action, every word, every shift in his tone had been carefully calculated. From his posture to knowing when to yield and when to push back, everything had been crafted to appear natural—full of flaws yet entirely...3