A Gathering of the Freedom Alliance

That evening, at Li Nian's villa, Lin Yu once again climbed over the wall in Zhu Ming's identity, pulled open the sliding door with practiced ease, changed his shoes, and walked inside.

The people from the Freedom Alliance were waiting together in the living room for dinner—the group was four people larger than last time.

Two of them were people Lin Yu had seen before.

The "Designer," Wang Yuyang.

And the muscular man in a black tank top, "Prisoner" Old Zhou, whom he had not met while using the identity of "Zhu Ming."

As for the other two, one was a buzz-cut man currently stir-frying food over a high flame in the kitchen. He wore a loose white tank top, and a foreign man's face was tattooed on his arm.

The other was a woman wearing a windbreaker and sporting a neat short haircut. She was sprawled comfortably on the sofa, reading a book.

From the enticing aroma filling the house, Lin Yu guessed that the buzz-cut man was probably the "Master Chef."

As for the woman, Lin Yu couldn't guess.

However, he didn't particularly care. He walked straight over to Li Nian, who was playing on her phone.

"So your house has become the Freedom Alliance's stronghold?"

Li Nian looked up and, upon seeing Lin Yu, curled her lips. "The couple went on a business trip, so I simply had the housekeeper take a vacation and faked the surveillance footage. It's safer than going out and booking a hotel."

"You finally finished being busy?"

Lin Yu nodded. "Yeah. I've more or less dealt with everything."

Li Nian put down her phone. "Good. Oh, right, let me introduce you. The one doing push-ups is 'Prisoner' Old Zhou, the one cooking is 'Master Chef,' though you can also call him 'God