Seeing Lin Zhen lying on the bed and boldly falling asleep, San Hu's heart turned ice-cold.
"How did he do that? How did he get back to his room?"
His subordinates were completely baffled as well. "It was too bizarre. He suddenly vanished from the boxing ring, then returned to his room. We reviewed all the surveillance footage, but never saw Lin Zhen pass through. I questioned all the guards too, and none of them sensed any disturbance in the air."
"Smells? Temperature changes? Did you investigate them all? Mental Power fluctuations? Did he Teleport back?"
"We checked everything. There were no abnormalities whatsoever. Besides, Mental Power cannot penetrate Lin Zhen's room, and Teleportation cannot reach it either."
"This is downright haunted!"
San Hu angrily smashed another newly replaced cup. "Then doesn't that mean we have no way to restrain him at all? He can leave whenever he wants?"
His subordinate hesitated. "Third Tiger Bro, perhaps not. I think Lin Zhen may have used a Teleportation Array for short-range movement. He can only return to his room. If he truly had the ability to leave at will, he probably wouldn't have stayed here."
San Hu thought for a while. "Very likely. If that's the case, then there's nothing to fear. But remember this: do not give Lin Zhen any chance to leave. He has signed a contract with us. If he leaves without permission before reaching one hundred victories, he'll have to pay astronomical compensation. I don't think he'd risk breaking the agreement like that."
Their contract included a compensation clause. Lin Zhen could run if he wanted, but he would never again be able to enter a Human Race City on the Endless Battlefield. He would be wanted.
Therefore, San Hu believed that Lin Zhen would not leave.
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