Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record!

Anling, the same deep night.

The sky hung low, the stars sparse, a cold moon high in the sky cast down a silvery, chilly radiance, dressing this silent night in a thin layer of frost.

The evening wind from north to south howled, all else silent, the cold wind sharp as a blade, silently threading through the open streets and deep alleys. On either side of the street, the bare trees under the moonlight cast twisted, elongated shadows. As the north wind swept past, it stirred the dry branches to make a "squeaking and creaking" noise, like the low chants of an ancient battlefield, chilling to the bone.

Lin Chuan stood in front of the window sill, holding a cup of light tea in his hand.

A hint of vigilance flickered between his eyes.

It was now December 29.

At the year-end, the company's reports were all being summarized, Little Landlady in the living room, busily tinkering with a mountain of files.

As for the series of events triggered by "I Am Not the Medicine God," it was all handed over to Lin Chuan to manage.

Lin Chuan gently sipped his light tea, the faint fragrance of tea lingering between his lips, slowly turned around, from the window sill to the sofa, placing the tea cup on the coffee table:

"Xinxin, that book of yours 'I Am Not the Medicine God,' seems to have a fatal magic hold over the Yu sisters."

Little Landlady, dressed in a purple gauze nightgown, looked at Lin Chuan sitting, then set aside her files, "When I wrote the novel, I just wanted to give you a surprise, to show you that I could write novels too, not expecting that this book would involve them so much."

Lin Chuan smiled, "This time, if successful, you will have done a great service!"

"It's not successful yet, I haven't even seen Yu Qin's shadow, don't pop the champagne at halftime, it's a big taboo!" Little Landlady solemnly cautioned.

"This isn't popping champagne at halftime, this is confidence! Besides, this matter is already eighty percent successful!" Lin Chuan laughed out loud.

"Eighty percent?"

Little Landlady was stunned, completely caught off guard by Lin Chuan's pace.

Lin Chuan smiled mysteriously, "Tomorrow, we will know."

"Tomorrow is only the 30th, wasn't it supposed to be on New Year's Day?" Little Landlady dimly remembered, according to her chat with Monkey Editor, they were supposed to meet in Anling on New Year's Day.

Lin Chuan shook his head.

It was just the two of them at home, no fear of leakage.

He then said, "New Year's Day would be too late, the Yu sisters are no easy marks, she said it's a New Year's Day meeting, but I'm sure she will act in advance."

"So you mean, they will come to Anling in the next two days?" Little Landlady quickly caught up with Lin Chuan's thought process.

Lin Chuan nodded, "Hao and Monkey Editor's communication devices have already been completely shut down, I guess they are already on their way."

Little Landlady furrowed her brow, a touch of worry appearing in her clear eyes.

She couldn't help but lean closer to Lin Chuan.

This wasn't fear, but concern.

She wasn't very clear about Lin Chuan's specific plan, but she knew, Yu Qin was an even more dangerous figure than Keke, likely armed.

Lin Chuan, confronting criminals at Goldstone Edge Antique Shop, blades clashing, had her heart trembling in fear.

If it hadn't been for Lin Chuan saying hiding was the best help she could provide, she might really have acted like those heroines in movies, foolishly rushing forward.

Of course.

Most likely, she would have been subdued by the criminals, taken hostage, and then used to threaten Lin Chuan.

The confrontation now was likely to mainly involve firearms, bullets being quicker and more direct than blades.

The 'bang' of a gunshot could mean a life lost.

Little Landlady was very reluctant to see her chairman take such risks.

Seeing Little Landlady's expression, a look of indulgence appeared on Lin Chuan's face, he gently hugged her shoulders, reassuringly: "Xinxin, rest assured, this operation isn't dangerous at all."

Little Landlady lightly tapped Lin Chuan's lower lip, "Is the danger in your mouth the same as the danger I understand?"

"How could it not be?" Lin Chuan retorted.

"The mild spice of Sichuan versus our local extreme spice, the spiciness should be the same," Little Landlady brought up a simple and easy to understand example.

Lin Chuan laughed lightly.

He picked up the tea, asking Little Landlady if she wanted a sip.

Little Landlady took a small sip.

Lin Chuan also sipped, then said, "What you just said about Sichuan's mild spice being equivalent to Han River's extreme spice, actually, that depends on personal tolerance. So, even if Sichuan's mild spice is Han River's extreme, it doesn't harm the Sichuanese."

Little Landlady was twisted into confusion by Lin Chuan, furrowing her brow slightly, her eyes full of doubt.

Lin Chuan didn't dwell too much on this topic.

He then said, "In any case, I promise you, not a single hair will be harmed."

Little Landlady's eyes brightened, she smirked and said, "Then shall I count them now?"

Lin Chuan's eyes widened, stunned, and he couldn't help but smile.

Oh boy!

Always you, Little Landlady, finding a way to jump into this?

Little Landlady chuckled.

The conversation, which was somewhat heavy with the topic of dealing with criminal leaders, was eased considerably by Little Landlady's 'counting hairs' comment.

"Alright, I need to take action now!"

Lin Chuan drained the light tea in his cup, put it on the table, and spoke with a slight solemnity.

"Eh?" Little Landlady was stunned, she hadn't expected Lin Chuan's plan to move so quickly, to act tonight.

Lin Chuan turned his head to look at the balcony.

Outside was pitch black, the distant mountains disappeared into the ink-colored night, only their faint outlines visible, as if in a dense fog of darkness, unknown creatures stirring. Read chapters at empire

"A dark night with a high wind, a perfect time for killing and arson."