The moment he recognized the cane, Shen Kong couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Apart from the photo of him returning to China at the airport, he had never seen Han Li carry it with him, whether during his interactions with Han Li or through media interviews and secret photos.

...Did something happen?

During this period, there were no major fluctuations in the market trends and public opinion. There was no movement between Han Li and the Han family's companies. Everything was calm. However, his temporary identity was very marginal after all. It was extremely difficult to truly understand the internal situation under such circumstances, which made Shen Kong's position very passive this time.

It seems that something must be done.

Chen Kong turned around and walked quickly towards Han Li who was standing under the pillar. The loose cloak he had not yet changed fluttered with his steps, like rolling clouds swept up by a strong wind.

As the distance between the two people shortened, Han Li's face hidden in the shadow gradually became clear.

His face was calm, his eyes were dark, and between his slender fingertips he held a lit cigarette, staring intently at Shen Kong who was walking towards him.

Shen Kong had a surprised smile on his face:

"...Boss Han? Why did you suddenly come to the set? Are you here to see Director Pei?"

Han Li did not correct Chen Kong's address, but slowly took a step forward. His well-defined face was revealed under the bright light, and he looked even more handsome. His deep pupils were filled with a sinister aura, but the faint smile on his lips diluted the danger a bit, and instead added some mysterious attraction:

"I came to see you."

The young man in front of me had bright eyes and his thin lips curled up slightly:

"Looking for me?"

Han Li lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covering his dark eyes. Chen Kong's face was reflected in his focused pupils, which looked like a half-true, half-false affection:

"Of course I'm here to collect my reward."

——There is hope.

Chen Kong's spirits lifted. Although he didn't know why Han Li suddenly changed his attitude, things were moving in a direction that was favorable to him, so he had to seize the opportunity this time. As long as the mechanical sound hadn't sounded, it meant that Han Li's suspicion hadn't been completely confirmed, which meant that there was still hope. As long as he could ensure that his character didn't collapse in the basic context and didn't let the other party find any substantial evidence, he could even play his own role in some non-decisive areas...

After all, Shen Kong didn't know how to please the sponsor as a kept little star.

But when it comes to flirting, he has quite a lot of experience.

Chen Kong leaned slightly towards Han Li, quickly shortening the distance between the two to an intimate level. He raised his hand and gently patted the cigarette ash that fell on Han Li's sleeve. His warm fingertips vaguely swept across the back of his cold hand. His clear voice was slightly hoarse like grains, and it carried a subtle hint:

"Then... I wonder what kind of compensation Mr. Han likes?"

A thin layer of skin stretched over the young man's graceful cheekbones, which were slightly flushed under the light. A pair of amber eyes looked straight at him without avoiding him. He had not removed his makeup, and his narrow and smooth eyeliner was curved upwards. There was an ambiguous smile on his lips, and his eyes seemed as hot and bright as magma, with a kind of nonchalant teasing.

There was nothing bewitching or seductive about it, but Han Li's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

He leaned back slightly without making a sound, as if this was the only way to avoid the ambiguous and sticky smell flowing in the air.

Han Li turned his gaze away from Shen Kong's face, his voice still calm and composed:

"When will your part end?"

Chen Kong lowered his head and flipped through the script he had just received, a little surprised: "The first part of the play is almost over today, and then wait until I appear on stage..."

He flipped through the pages, hastily skimming through the contents, and finally stopped after a dozen pages:

"...until next week."

It looks like I can finally have a small vacation.

Han Li nodded: "Okay, go change your clothes, I'll pick you up at the door later."

Shen Kong frowned awkwardly and said hesitantly, “Although I don’t have a scene until next week, but… Director Pei has arranged a lot of courses in my upcoming schedule… What do you think…?”

Han Li obviously understood the implication of Shen Kong's words without any difficulty. He gently stroked the tip of the staff in his hand:

"I'll go tell him."

——The goal of leaving the crew was achieved.

Shen Kong distanced himself from Han Li and gave a well-behaved smile: “Okay, then I’ll go change my clothes and come right back.”

He turned and walked quickly towards his assistant who was waiting not far away. His wide hem and sleeves fluttered with his steps like a bird flapping its wings about to fly.

Han Li stared at his receding back, then looked down at the cigarette that was gradually burning out between his fingers, a scarlet light flickering.

Just before the cigarette was about to burn his fingertips, Han Li pressed it out against the wall beside him, leaving only some grayish-white burning embers falling from the short cigarette butt.

Han Li’s words still carry a lot of weight.

Before Shen Kong changed his clothes and came out of the locker room, his agent sent him a message telling him that all classes for the next week were cancelled and asked him to have a good rest.

Before Shen Kong put his phone back into his pocket, it suddenly began to vibrate. He paused, looked down, and his eyes stayed on the unknown caller displayed on the screen.

His eyes darkened slightly as he answered the phone.

Sure enough, the familiar voice of Brother Tang came from the other end of the phone.

Since the day Chen Kong came down from the Yunwu Mountains, Han Zizhuo's people had never contacted him again. This was the only call he had received in the past few months.

And Brother Tang's instructions this time were very simple. They needed specific information about a plan that Han Li's company was about to implement. Since other channels and resources could not access such high-level information, they had to rely on Meng Mingxuan, a chess piece who was placed in Han Li's private life and was even quite favored.

After Shen Kong tentatively refused by saying that he had not yet gained Han Li's trust, the other party's tone suddenly became heavy:

"Don't forget who your current resources and status come from. The reason you have your current living conditions is because you are still useful to us - so you have to prove to us that you are valuable, understand? You have to know who you can offend and who you can't offend."

After saying these almost threatening words, Brother Tang's tone softened again:

"Xiao Meng, don't be fooled by President Han's face and favor. In the final analysis, he just likes your face that is similar to his sweetheart. You need to understand your status and position, understand? And do you really think Han Li is who he appears to be? If the news that you are our party is leaked, do you really think that this ruthless President Han will let you go?"

After saying these meaningful words, the other party hung up the phone.

A few minutes later, Shen Kong's phone buzzed twice. Several messages from anonymous contacts were sent to him. After clicking on them, there were actually several news reports, all of which were about Han Li's competitors who had died tragically in accidents. Behind the coded news pictures, the cold numbers and words all hinted at the same message -

In all these "accidents", Han Li's company was the only beneficiary.

All the methods used in it are cruel and ruthless.

Chen Kong narrowed his eyes slightly, his light-colored eyeballs glowing with inorganic light under the light, and his mind subconsciously recalled the walking stick that Han Li brought today.

If his eyesight had not deteriorated over such a long period of time, there would have been no weapon hidden in the cane in the airport photo taken that time. However, the one that Han Li carried with him this time was very obviously hiding a deadly weapon.

For self-protection?

There is obviously some kind of intrinsic connection between the cane and the series of events in the news, and it is very likely that there is a subtle connection with the document that Brother Tang sent him to steal. No matter what the reason is, beneath the calm surface of the current situation, there are undercurrents swirling and flowing, rolling up the undercurrents and countercurrents in the depths. During the time he was trapped in the crew, something must have taken a sharp turn for the worse, like gravity pulling the world line towards the original plot.

Shen Kong remembered this situation.

On that moonless and starless night, the bullet that should not have appeared penetrated the iron sheet of the car door and pierced Han Li's knee.

Chen Kong lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes hiding the complex expression in his eyes.

He put his cell phone into his pocket, bent down to tie his shoelaces, then picked up his backpack and walked out.

Even Shen Kong himself did not realize that after receiving those pieces of news, he never doubted that Han Li might really be the mastermind behind the scenes.

Perhaps it was due to years of experience, perhaps it was due to keen intuition, or perhaps he still subconsciously felt that Han Li was still the boy who sat on the stairs outside the door waiting for him to come home, resting his hot forehead on the crook of his neck.

Han Li drove here himself this time.

Shen Kong sat in the passenger seat and closed the door, and the car quickly fell into an almost abnormal silence.

Han Li glanced over and caught his slightly furrowed brows, and asked, "What's wrong?"

His voice was mellow and deep, and it sounded particularly magnetic in the silent carriage.

Shen Kong shook his head, his face already skillfully covered with Meng Mingxuan-style obedience and harmlessness: "Nothing, I just feel... you seem to like this kind of tightly enclosed car?"

Han Li withdrew his gaze, and gently pressed a button with his slender, bony fingers, and the skylight on the roof slowly opened.

The wind outside the car poured in with a slight sound.

He started the car randomly, and as the engine started, he spoke:

"It's just a habit I developed when I was a kid."

——Because of lack of security?

Before Shen Kong had time to think about it, he felt his cell phone in his trouser pocket suddenly vibrate several times in succession, as if someone was continuously sending him messages.

He frowned and took out his cell phone.

The latest message sent to the screen was from the broker:

See trending searches.

Chen Kong was a little curious, so he clicked on Weibo and saw a hot search hanging at the front:

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