"Sis...this is too much of a spectacle."

Standing at the entrance of the sanatorium, Jin Xuan took off his sunglasses, his tone genuinely surprised.

Although he works in the entertainment industry,

Having seen many grand occasions, even he couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

"This could be a spy movie... Is this the kind of entourage big shots have?"

Chu Wuyang was also stunned.

The entire group was dressed in black suits, all neatly aligned and exuding a powerful aura.

Everyone there seemed to have been transferred from a special forces unit; at first glance, they showed no human warmth whatsoever.

It was so solemn, like a state reception, that even the wind carried a heavy, oppressive atmosphere.

Two armored cars were discreetly parked outside, their windows tinted with opaque film. The people around them stood ramrod straight, their earpieces beeping softly.

He clearly has a professional military or police background.

Chu Wuyang stared ahead, her expression complex.

She's seen it all before.

During the peak years of the Chu family's power in Haicheng, their family banquets could fill half a museum, and they received a constant stream of political and business guests.

But even then,

When the old master went out, he never brought more than six people with him as escorts—being low-key was a kind of reserved nature inherent in the older generation of wealthy families.

Even the security team of Old Master Jin, whom she had met before, wasn't this extravagant!

This line before us is not a show of pomp and circumstance, but a warning, a declaration, a... announcement to the world.

"This isn't about pomp and circumstance anymore,"

Her voice lowered; her high-profile manner was practically a blatant declaration.

He's back, and nobody can touch him.

"He didn't just come back temporarily for the funeral?"

Jin Xian asked softly, her gaze still somewhat dazed.

"What, it's like you're trying to move into a political district."

Chu Wuyang didn't reply.

The Jin family hasn't fully stabilized yet; news keeps coming from overseas that there's infighting within the family's shareholding structure and a new force launching a counterattack.

But the scene before him clearly showed that he represented the Jin family, or rather, he *was* the Jin family.

No wonder Mr. Jin looked down on her back then, saying that she was "of low birth and couldn't live up to his reputation".

Looking back now, it wasn't that the old man was being mean.

Compared to the Jin family, whose roots are firmly planted in Haicheng and whose global roots have spanned centuries, the Chu family's situation is quite different.

It truly resembles a weed in the wind and rain.

"Sister, do we... still need to go in?"

Jin Xian glanced at her somewhat guiltily.

“I’m afraid if we walk over there, we’ll be treated as disturbing the peace and dragged out.”

Chu Wuyang forced a calm expression in her eyes.

"Let's go, let's give it a try,"

Sure enough, before they even stepped into the sanatorium's main gate, a deep, cold voice stopped them.

"Halt! The area ahead is blocked off. Unauthorized personnel are prohibited from approaching."

Chu Wuyang and Jin Xian were stopped outside. Looking around, they realized that even getting close to the door was a problem, let alone entering.

The bodyguards at the gate were all tall and imposing, with stern expressions, as if they had been directly transferred from special forces.

Fully armed, their eyes scanning like radar, their nerves on high alert.

“We are relatives of Old Mrs. Jiang.”

Chu Wuyang spoke, trying to slow down his tone.

The bodyguard merely lifted his eyelids, showing no intention of checking her identity whatsoever.

"Sorry, the order is locked down. No outside personnel are allowed inside."

Chu Wuyang's expression darkened slightly. He took a few steps back and dialed the phone number of a relative of the Jiang family. Before he could say more than a few words...

They stammered and hesitated over there.

"Wuyang... I can't get in now. If you want to try another day... I'm really sorry, there's nothing I can do."

The vague excuses on the other end of the phone clearly showed that they were afraid of trouble and dared not offend the real power holders.

"Oh,"

Chu Wuyang said with a look of impatience,

"They're all blockheads, just like the ones Li Yan brought out, all stubborn and inflexible."

She didn't lower her voice deliberately; as soon as she finished speaking...

One of the security guards standing at the edge suddenly looked up, paused, and glanced at her without making a sound.

Chu Wuyang caught that glance precisely.

Her expression remained unchanged. She casually turned to Jin Xian, deliberately speaking as if nothing was amiss.

Do you still remember Li Yan?

"It's that guy with dark skin, a scar on his brow bone, oh, he eats beef noodles without cilantro, does weighted squats at the gym, speaks slowly, but is the first to fire a gun..."

"And he always washes his hands three times before eating, even in the desert he has to wipe them with alcohol—"

At this moment, the man's eyes changed, and he hesitated before taking a step closer to her.

Sure enough, one of the security guards spoke hesitantly, his tone changing slightly.

"You...you really know Captain Li?"

"certainly,"

Chu Wuyang smiled slowly and deliberately.

"I know your team leader, Li Yan,"

The security guards exchanged glances after hearing what had just been said, their expressions softening.

Some people had even silently raised their hands to press the intercom button.

Seeing that it was really useful, Jin Xian quickly added,

"I also know your boss—Jing Min."

The moment those words were spoken, the air suddenly changed.

It was as if a sensitive word had been triggered; the bodyguards quickly exchanged glances.

Everyone instantly went into alert mode.

Some people had already gone to the back and were whispering into their headsets, while others' faces were so cold they seemed to freeze instantly.

The mask fell off, and the attitude changed drastically.

As if she had been instantly classified as a "high-risk suspect," they began to drive her away without hesitation.

You say you know President Jing?

Are you kidding me? Mr. Jing has only been in China for two days!

The Jin family knows better than anyone what they've been through in the past two years—riots, assassinations, betrayals.

Every game felt like walking over corpses.

The most terrifying period for the Kim family was when not even a child could be easily trusted.

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