"There were no police, I looked everywhere and couldn't find a single person," Zhuo Yue threw herself into Ling Zhenfei's arms uncontrollably, like a child who had been wronged, and actually started to cry.

For a moment, Ling Zhenfei was somewhat at a loss, not knowing how to comfort Zhuo Yue. All he could do was gently stroke her back with his hand.

"I was really scared just now. I heard the gunshots inside, and I thought..."

"You thought I was shot dead by them, didn't you? Don't worry, I have nine lives like a cat, I won't die that easily."

Ling Zhenfei took off the face mask he had been wearing. Although wearing it all night was uncomfortable, it had spared him a lot of trouble, at least the people from the Sharks wouldn't know that it was him who had broken in tonight.

"If you had died, I would have felt guilty for the rest of my life," Zhuo Yue finally left Ling Zhenfei's embrace, gazing at him with affection.

"Look at your makeup, you've cried it all off. What on earth did you put on your face? I can't even see what you look like now."

Zhuo Yue, who had put on her makeup hastily inside the Imperial Palace Club due to the rush, had applied many layers on her face. Naturally, her crying had made her makeup run and made her look scary.

Of course, Zhuo Yue knew she looked terrible and quickly wiped away her tears, but wiping them only made her look worse, like a ghost wandering at the dark of night.

"I put on so much makeup as a way to protect myself; it's part of my experience from years of undercover work," she said while checking Ling Zhenfei's body for injuries. Seeing the blood on Ling Zhenfei's clothes, she was so frightened that her voice trembled.

"You're hurt. It's not a gunshot wound, is it? Let me have a look."

"It's nothing serious. We can't stay here for long, let's leave now."

They each drove off into the distance and only stopped at a place that was well lit after confirming that no one was following them.

Zhuo Yue examined Ling Zhenfei's arm, and although the wound had stopped bleeding, she bandaged it anyway, berating herself all the while and, once again, tears began to flow.

Zhuo Yue, such a strong girl who was used to the darkness of the world, was actually crying. She had thought she was so strong that she had forgotten how to cry, but no matter what, she was still a woman. Not crying doesn't mean there are no reasons—it just means there aren't any until there are.

After some comforting, Ling Zhenfei finally managed to cheer Zhuo Yue up. When they checked the time, it was already the early hours of the morning. After all the ordeals they had been through, they were both tired and hungry. However, this area was remote, and all the eating places were closed, fortunately, there was a snack stand at the corner of a street that was still open.

They ordered some snacks and sat facing each other at the street stall, eating.

"I apologize for eating so simply this late," Ling Zhenfei said somewhat sheepishly. No matter what happened, Zhuo Yue had come because he called her, and he felt responsible for her in every way.

"It's alright, I'm not that delicate. I actually love these late-night street stands the most," Zhuo Yue said, reverting to her carefree demeanor, perhaps because she was genuinely hungry, she began to eat unreservedly in front of Ling Zhenfei.

"By the way, what exactly did you find on Wei Damin's computer?" Ling Zhenfei asked while eating.

Zhuo Yue had borrowed water from the stall owner and had thoroughly washed off the scary makeup. Underneath the heavy layers was Zhuo Yue's beautiful face, and eating in front of such a lovely visage made everything taste delightful, regardless of the actual food.

"The amount of stuff is terrifying; not only the membership list but also the Imperial Palace Club's financial records. These are all things within our expectations. But most unexpectedly, there was a very detailed list inside—that's the most important part."

"What kind of list is it that you feel is most important?"

Zhuo Yue wiped her mouth with a paper napkin and said seriously, "It's said to be a list, but actually, it's part of Sharks' plan to take control of Binyang. This list is very detailed; it includes the names of the individuals they've sent to various companies, their current positions, and even where they're slated to go next."

"Of course, what's most important are the names of the individuals sent to government departments, their current positions within these departments, and the positions they're set to be promoted to next. How these people got in—you probably know without me saying it."

"Of course, you don't need to say it; everyone knows. All of these people were arranged by the members of the Imperial Palace Club. Once someone joins the Imperial Palace Club, it's like falling into a pit they can't climb out of. They wouldn't dare refuse to place anyone the Sharks want to be placed."

Ling Zhenfei was a smart man, and he had already guessed these things when Wei Damin spoke. The list was just a more concrete statement.

"Clever."

"If this list were to be leaked, who knows how many people from Binyang's major companies and government agencies would get caught."

Ling Zhenfei immediately realized the significance of this document. As soon as the list was exposed, it would reveal how these individuals got in, who put them there, who instructed it, and all of those people would lose their jobs, and some might even end up in jail—especially those in government positions who were put there through connections. That's a jailable offense."

"Right, it's very important."

"Do you think your TV station would dare to broadcast this?"

"I don't know. There are a lot of names on the list, and I'll have to confirm each one after I get back. There might be some big fish among them." Zhuo Yue was extremely excited; she had been an undercover journalist for so long and had never come across such significant news. As a journalist, this was a moment of honor and pride.

Ling Zhenfei didn't say anything more. He had been happy before, but now he was full of worry.

"What's the matter, why aren't you happy?"

Of course, Zhuo Yue noticed the change in Ling Zhenfei's expression.

"I don't want you to blow this wide open," Ling Zhenfei said earnestly.

"Why?" Zhuo Yue was puzzled.

"Because this is too big, it's not just any news. There may be leaders involved from the city or even the province. Even if you want to explode it, your TV station might not allow it. But that's the least of it; I'm more worried about your safety."

"Are you afraid I'll be retaliated against by those people?"

"Haven't there been enough such incidents? Have you forgotten how the reporter who reported on gutter oil died?"

"But I'm a journalist. If I don't have the courage to report the truth, then I might as well have no soul." Zhuo Yue's expression was extraordinarily determined, which was exactly as Ling Zhenfei thought. This girl Zhuo Yue took right and wrong very seriously; reporting the truth was her job, even knowing it was dangerous.

"I don't want to say much more; I also know I might not be able to persuade you, but I just hope you'll be extra careful."

"Thank you, I'll think about it. If the TV station doesn't dare to report it, I'll just blow it up on the internet."

Ling Zhenfei had nothing much to say. For a stubborn girl like Zhuo Yue, it was hard to change her mind once she was set on something.

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