Night.
The Rose Hotel's top-floor suite was so quiet he could hear his own heartbeat.
That Dai Mubai sure knew what he was doing. The room he arranged was even bigger than that den of depravity of his.
Han Yuchen leaned against the soft sofa, lightly tapping the armrest with his fingertips.
But this hotel's soundproofing?
Heh heh.
He closed his eyes, and his Spiritual Power silently spread out like mercury, sweeping across every corner of the room.
The corners, the ceiling, beneath the bed, even the shadows within the vase.
Clean.
It seemed Dai Mubai wasn't stupid enough to pull tricks on his own turf.
Makes sense. A tiger with nothing but flirting and fighting on his mind couldn't play these spy games.
Only then did Han Yuchen leisurely pull a badge from his robes.
Half of it was a blooming rose, while the other half was a twisted shadow.
Such tacky taste.
A faint thread of Soul Power gathered at his fingertips and flowed gently into it.
Buzz.
The shadow on the badge seemed to come alive, spreading soundlessly like a drop of ink falling into clear water.
For an instant, even the room's light seemed to dim.
She was here.
Time for the KPI assessment.
A slender red figure stepped out of the shadow in the corner as if out of thin air, like she had been cut from a painting.
Madame Hong, codename Thorn.
A woman who seemed ripe to the core.
She licked her scarlet lips. Her seductive eyes seemed hooked, and her voice was sickeningly sweet.
"Lord Chen Xing, it seems your progress has been going very smoothly."
Han Yuchen did not move.
He did not even raise his eyelids. He merely changed his voice and spoke in a hoarse tone laced with a