White Knight Disease

He Honghan leaned back in her chair: "Do you know what's even stranger? Fang Bu said that someone told him that Saint Herrera could cure Fang Cun, hahaha, that's hilarious. If he can't be cured here, where else can he be cured? Doesn't he know that the number of mental patients in the capital is three times that of other regions? And the treatment experience is also three times that of other regions! As the attending physician, I do not agree to the transfer."

"Understood, I'll handle it." Yu Zou put down his long legs, grabbed his coat from the back of the chair, and walked out.

"You may report."

He Honghan called out to him, and Yu Zou naturally stopped and turned to look at him.

"Always wanting to help others and believing that you can help others is also a mental illness."

Yu Zou laughed, unconvinced: "Me? I only did it for my own benefit."

The door closed slowly, and in keeping with the hospital environment, the soundproofing was excellent, completely enveloping He Honghan's already quiet voice in the room.

"It's called White Knight disease."

The elevator ascended smoothly, changing a number every second.

The door opened, and two burly bodyguards in sunglasses led Yu Zou through the room. The wild horsehair carpet and the golden chandelier echoed each other, creating a magnificent scene. Amidst the splendor, Li Kuo, dressed in a black striped casual suit, was playing billiards. A brown curly-haired kitten was jumping around on the billiard table, chasing after the balls, its gold collar jingling.

Li Kuo watched the kitten laugh happily, ignoring Yu Zou, and handed him the cue stick: "Play a round."

Yu Zou took the cue stick, aiming back and forth. The kitten, seemingly unaware that someone else had taken over, kept its head in focus, ready to pounce. He struck the stick, and the kitten followed, changing the ball's original trajectory and missing the pocket.

Li Kuo sat on the armchair to the side, picked up his teacup and took a sip. He took the documents brought by Yu Zou from the bodyguard. With just one glance, nine-tenths of the laziness in his eyes disappeared, and a sinister glint began to flash in them.

Yu Zou leaned his upper body against the pool table, his five fingers firmly resting on the woolen surface. The paperclip necklace around his neck fell out, and as he pushed the cue back and forth, he added, "My fellow disciple's younger brother. If you follow this line of inquiry, you might find what you're looking for."

The cue tip slammed into the white ball, and the kitten immediately sprinted forward, its paws lashing out at the paperclip against the cue. It rolled over and crashed into Yu Zou's chest, falling into his clothes as he stood up. The kitten's paws were meticulously trimmed, leaving no scratches, and its soft fur tickled Yu Zou, making him laugh.

Li Kuo harbored resentment over the pheromone-fueled ambush by an unknown force. Now, following Yu Zou's directions, he could potentially uncover the truth by turning the tables on the enemy in the shadows. However, he hadn't expected that this lead would be Du Pianxing—Du Pianjian's cousin. Li Kuo decided to test Yu Zou's attitude first: "What do you think we should do?"

Yu Zou unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt, allowing the kitten to peek out from the collar. Yu Zou bent down again, aimed the cue stick, and shot in a second. The kitten pounced on the ball, chasing it and pocketing it with a powerful thud. Its short legs strained, and its tail whipped like a whip.

"Don't alert them. Let's find out where this thing came from by following the trail of Du Pianxing." Yu Zou pointed at the pool table, and the kitten immediately pulled out its head, its big, round blue eyes.

Li Kuo put down the documents, picked up his teacup, and took a sip: "How is it? Isn't my Pishu cute?"

Yu Zou took off his necklace and shook it in his hand, his voice unconsciously becoming husky: "Your name is Pi Xiu." Looking at the kitten, he suddenly wondered if he should raise one like this too, even though he already had an extremely intelligent electronic pet.

Although Zhao Junjie repeatedly told him not to interfere, Li Kuo couldn't ignore it and impatiently asked again, "Are we just getting married like this?"

"Anyway, I don't dislike him, and I don't have anyone I like." Yu Zou rested his chin on his hand, letting Pi Xiu take the necklace away.

What if you meet someone else you like in the future?

Yu Zou scratched Pi Xiu's chin, and the necklace was immediately discarded by him: "Then let my future self decide."

"That's not difficult to handle; we should nip it in the bud."

"Things themselves are neither good nor bad. If you anticipate difficulties before you start doing something, you won't get anything done. Besides, just because you don't like something now doesn't mean you won't like it after you get to know it. People change."

Li Kuo looked thoughtfully at Yu Zou playing with the kitten, put on his necklace, picked up his golf club, and said as if he had made up his mind, "Let's play here a little longer tonight."

The night view is dazzling, and the traffic flows through the city's veins.

A person's life takes decades or even centuries to complete, and the things recorded in their biography could be compiled in a single night. The materials about the opium den were gradually brought into this luxurious room, only to be glanced at and then trampled on the floor.

This place is resplendent with gold and jade; here, there is nowhere to hide.

It's not unusual for a gallery under the Du Pian Hang brand to regularly buy cheap drinks from a bar on Wu Gao Street in the southeast corner of the capital. Even the most upscale galleries are primarily focused on making money, and art lovers wouldn't care why expensive drinks taste bad.

During the thorough search, the same addictive pheromone components were detected in the drinks, and then the gallery's surveillance footage was also sent in, thus completing the evidence.

Pishu got tired of playing and lay down to sleep on his belly in the center of the pool table. A hand with a wide ring on its little finger came up and rubbed it a couple of times, but that wasn't enough. It mischievously scooped Pishu up and made him stand on all fours. Pishu's eyes suddenly opened and closed again, and he bent his limbs and lay down again.

The owner of the hand didn't disturb him any further. He picked up the remote control next to him, pressed it, and walked to the sofa. There was a person sleeping on the sofa, covered with a thin blanket that took up most of the space, so he could only sit in one corner of the blanket.

The curtains slowly parted from the middle to the sides, letting in light. Li Kuo's eyelids were instantly illuminated, and he woke up immediately. His hair, which had been in place all night, was still in its original shape. He sat up from the sofa and said expressionlessly, "Zhao Junjie, are you sick?"

"Didn't you ask me to come?"

"Bullshit, get off." Li Kuo lifted the blanket to get off, but because Zhao Junjie was sitting on one corner and he couldn't lift it, he was even more unhappy. He rolled his eyes before getting off, unbuttoned his shirt and walked to the washroom. However, he never had much patience. He never unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time. Instead, he twisted two buttons open and then grabbed one corner and lifted it off his body.

"Didn't I tell you not to get involved?" Zhao Junjie said reproachfully, looking at Li Kuo's retreating figure.

"None of your business." Li Kuo walked into the washroom and slammed the door shut.

Zhao Junjie picked up the paper from the ground, lay down on the sofa, glanced at it twice, and then threw it away. He then found an unfamiliar USB drive on the coffee table, immediately turned on the screen and played the video. It was the surveillance footage from the Du Pian Xing Gallery. He picked up the remote and fast-forwarded through the clips with a bored expression.

Yu Zou was asleep in the massage chair, wearing an eye mask, until the alarm clock on his wristband vibrated and woke him up. Yu Zou lifted the eye mask, got off the massage chair, and stretched his body. When he saw the person on the big screen, he woke up as if he had been punched.

"You're awake. Congratulations on finding something to use to break off the engagement?" Zhao Junjie paused the video, which showed Fang Jin sitting in front of Du Pianxing with her back to the camera.

Yu Zou remained noncommittal, sipping his tea and rinsing his mouth. Pi Xiu woke up, stretched, and strolled to Yu Zou's feet, meowing and rubbing against him. Yu Zou, puzzled, squatted down to look at it.

"Pixiu! Are you hungry?" Zhao Junjie put his arms on the sofa, tilted his head back, and whistled, "Uncle has some good food here."

Li Kuo came out of the washroom, beckoned Yu Zou to wash up, ordered food on the landline, and after hanging up, his expression suddenly changed, and he became furious: "Zhao Junjie! If you dare to feed it any food that I don't like again, I'll stuff ten times more into your mouth." This damned thing would stop at nothing to harm Pi Xiu—frog meat, earthworms, fish food—there's nothing he wouldn't do.

"I just want to play with Pish."

Twenty minutes later, Yu Zou finished washing up and came out. The screen was already off. The three of them, holding their breakfast, gathered around the pool table again.

The woolen tabletop had become translucent, with blue and yellow dividing the land and sea. The Li family made their fortune in transportation, possessing their own exclusive shipping routes around the world; on the map, the Li family's routes were marked in red. That night, the shady dealings of the Du Pian Hang became clear: under the guise of an art gallery, they purchased addictive substances from Wu Gao Street, using some to cultivate relationships with the powerful and wealthy, and the rest to control students by providing artwork and their bodies.

“Wugao Street, that’s inextricably linked to the Luo family,” Zhao Junjie said.

The Luo family's flight path is marked in yellow on the map. Despite being almost entirely controlled by the Li family, they managed to carve out their own route, leading to constant friction and disputes between the two families over it. Wugao Street was the Luo family's birthplace and stronghold, but after becoming wealthy, they did not give back to their origin. Instead, they allowed it to become a notorious black market in the capital.

Li Kuo's golf club was dotted with blue, and there were no shipping lanes there yet: "There's international waters here."

Yu Zou understood: "Would it be convenient for me to come along?"

Li Kuo struck with his club, but Pi Xiu didn't chase; he just sat there licking his paws.

“All we need to do is use your shipping to transport Long’s products, which happens to pass through the Straits of Widodo,” Yu Zou explained.

"This trip? The risk is too high. I didn't expect the ship to arrive at the port safely."

“Me too.” Yu Zou revealed a sly smile.

"Really?" Zhao Junjie laughed. "You're not planning to export crystal sand, are you?"

"More or less, some of the remains of Crystal Sand's grandfather's grandfather."

"That's terrifying, it'll definitely attract the police." Zhao Junjie grinned, then his eyes widened when Yu Zou chuckled. "Are you serious?"

"Um."

At this moment, Yu Zou's bracelet notified him that a call was coming in. He walked a little further away, and after answering, He Honghan's furious voice came from the other end. The transfer procedures for Fang Bu's brothers had been skipped and processed overnight.