Lin Chen and Zhao Xiaohua escorted Su Wentian to the hotel.

"Mr. Su, please wait a moment, I will check the room first," Lin Chen said with a smile as he stopped in his tracks.

Lin Chen carefully inspected all the rooms from 601 to 608, and finally chose room 608.

"Mr. Su, I have checked the room, you can rest here," Lin Chen said politely.

"Thank you, Mr. Lin," Su Wentian nodded.

"Mr. Su, you rest first. Call us if you need anything," Lin Chen said with a smile as he closed the door for Su Wentian.

After a day of hardship, Su Wentian was quite tired, so he quickly turned off the light and fell asleep.

The night deepened, and two on-duty police officers stood guard at the door.

"Have a cigarette to stay sharp," the shorter police officer said with a smile to the other, taller officer.

But the tall officer did not speak.

"Hey, Wu Dazhuang, you can't possibly be sleeping while standing," the shorter officer teased jovially.

Just then, suddenly the tall policeman's eyes snapped open, his gaze swirling with red light, and abruptly, he stretched out his hand, clamping onto the throat of the short officer.

"You, you..."

The shorter police officer had no chance to call for help before he collapsed with a thud.

The tall officer took a room card out of his pocket, swiped it lightly, and opened the door to the room.

The room was deathly quiet, with only the faint sound of Mr. Su's deep breathing.

The tall officer pulled out a gleaming dagger from his chest and strode towards Su Wentian.

With chilling intent in his eyes, the tall police officer approached the bed and swung the dagger toward the throat of the figure lying there.

Just in that moment, an arm suddenly extended from the bed, causing the tall officer's hands to go numb, and he involuntarily dropped the dagger.

Thump! Su "Lao" kicked the tall officer, sending him flying.

The lights in the room were turned on, and the person sleeping in the bed was not Su "Lao," but Lin Chen.

The officer who was kicked away ignored the pain of his broken ribs and lunged again.

Lin Chen did not hold back this time, directly casting a lightning spell that knocked the officer out.

Just as he had dealt with the officer, there came footsteps at the door.

Coming in were Kate and Yin Hong, who were on duty that night.

"You're here. This guy is actually a traitor," Lin Chen said with a cold snort, looking at the policeman on the ground.

However, Kate and Yin Hong did not speak, but instead walked towards Lin Chen with their heads lowered.

Lin Chen's gaze grew stern, their eyes blood-red, definitely a problem.

"Landslide."

"Ice Spike!"

As both of them waved their hands, two spell attacks shot towards Lin Chen.

"Damn it!" Lin Chen leapt off the bed.

"Boom!"

No sooner had Lin Chen jumped off the bed than it was blown to splinters by the combined force of their spells.

Shit, are these two insane?

"Lin Chen, these two are under the influence of Miao Gu. We can only restore their sanity by finding the person who cast it. I'll handle them; you go find the caster," Zhao Xiaohua shouted from the doorway.

"Right!"

Lin Chen nodded, dodging their attacks and rushing out.

"Gu spells, damn, this world actually has such evil things," Lin Chen activated his perspective vision, searching for the person controlling the Gu.

"Found you." In a pitch-dark bedroom, a figure exuding evil aura, A-Kong, had his eyes tightly closed, constantly changing hand signs.

"Boom!" Lin Chen kicked open the bedroom door.

Seeing Lin Chen burst in, A-Kong was startled at first but then a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"I didn't expect you to actually find me, but this works out even better, I'll just kill you right here." A-Kong said with a cold laugh.

"Kill me? Hmph, you're not worthy." Lin Chen said coldly.

A-Kong smiled sinisterly, "From the moment you entered this bedroom, you were already affected by my Gu art. Now, you are but a chess piece in my hands."

"What?" Lin Chen's face changed as he caught sight of a disgusting bug perched on his neck out of the corner of his eye.

"Gu insect, damn, I've been caught." Lin Chen cursed inwardly at the other's sneakiness, having set up a Gu bug right on the door.

"Hahaha, kid, now you know the might of our Miao family's Gu art. Opposing our Yi Alliance is practically suicide." A-Kong walked up to Lin Chen, mockingly watching his dazed complexion, full of smugness.

"Slap yourself!" A-Kong said with a cold laugh.

"Slap!" A slap sounded.

A-Kong covered his swollen face, feeling frustrated inside.

"Dammit, I meant for you to slap yourself." Thinking his command had gone awry, A-Kong angrily shouted.

"Slap!" Another slap rang out, and this time Lin Chen had slapped him on the face again.

"What the heck!"

A-Kong was instantly speechless. Could this guy really not understand Chinese?

He had one hundred and twenty percent confidence in his own Gu art and couldn't possibly fail. So despite being slapped twice, he still believed Lin Chen had not understood his command.

"Kneel down for me." A-Kong yelled furiously.

"Crack!"

Lin Chen kicked right at A-Kong's knee, causing him to fall to his knees with a thud.

At this point, A-Kong was almost in tears, "I told you to kneel, not for me to kneel."

"Idiot, do you really think your little bug could affect my mind? Your Gu art is trash compared to my Soul Capture!"

As soon as he finished speaking, golden light flashed in Lin Chen's eyes.

A-Kong would have never imagined that he, who always controlled others with Gu art, would one day be controlled himself.

"Take me to your base." Lin Chen demanded coldly.

"Yes, Master!" A-Kong replied respectfully.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaohua came in carrying the unconscious Yin Hong and Kait.

"What did you do to him?" Zhao Xiaohua was stunned to see A-Kong kneeling on the ground.

"I applied a little Gu art on him." Lin Chen said with a chuckle.

"You know Gu art?" Zhao Xiaohua looked at Lin Chen suspiciously.

Just then, Yin Hong and Kait woke up from their unconscious state, "What happened to us?"

"You were under a Gu spell, you just woke up." Lin Chen explained.

"What the hell, why does my face hurt so much!" Kait quickly pulled out his phone, turning on the selfie feature.

"Dammit, who messed up my face like this, I need it to make a living." Kait's wails echoed in the hotel.

Under the night sky, a Ferrari parked at the entrance of the Split Sky Tower.

A-Kong got out of the car and walked toward the tower.

Several security guards, seeing A-Kong, respectfully said, "Young Master Kong, working late again."

A-Kong nodded his head without speaking and headed straight for the elevator.

"Young Master Feng, A-Kong is back." At that moment, a burly middle-aged man spoke up respectfully.

"Hmph, Lin Chen and that Zhao Xiaohua weren't much after all, so easily taken care of by A-Kong. I was hoping to have a little more fun, what a letdown." Young Master Feng swallowed the red wine in his hand and smiled lightly.

Then A-Kong walked in from outside and knelt down, "Young Master Feng, the mission is complete. I've killed Su Wentian, Lin Chen and Zhao Xiaohua succumbed to my Gu art, turning on each other, and both perished."

Young Master Feng's gaze pierced A-Kong, and suddenly his eyes flickered with a cold glint, "Lin Chen, I seem to have underestimated you, being able to control A-Kong. No need to hide anymore, I can already sense your presence. Come out."

With a flick of his hand, he sent a Wind Blade shooting into the void.

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