The early morning breeze was gentle, the sun was shining.

As someone who's either thinking or pretending to think, who must always have an air of pretension in body and soul, Lin Hai was carefully answering the phone.

This was his second call of the morning.

The first call had come from Bai Gu, telling Lin Hai that he had secretly followed Cang Jinkun and others last night and finally saw that mysterious street character, who indeed was a foreigner, matching perfectly with the "so sexy" photo Lin Hai had given him.

Lin Hai, with his head resting on his fist, had an expression of "The Thinker." He was indeed in deep thought – what unspeakable purpose could Sao be wanting Xiaoya's blood for?

Instinctively, he couldn't help but think of the RX organization, as they often collect various rare and strange types of blood.

Lin Hai decided to bide his time and watch how things unfold. After the Huadu Underground World conference was over, he would start rooting out the mastermind behind the scenes, and by the way, wipe out Wu Runfa's influence, turning Huadu into a solid monolith.

However, right on the heels of that, the second phone call came.

Seeing the second phone call, Lin Hai instantly mustered all the tension of full combat readiness, wary of the imminent threat – this was a jealous and violent girl.

"Darling, I know you miss me, and I really miss you too."

"Why would I lie? My nickname is Little Purity; you know that."

"Oh, the mark on my leg? Washed off in the shower."

"Really, it washed off in the shower. What? There's a powerful drug on the international black market? Oh man, you're going to use it on me next time? Please, I beg you, spare me."

"It's almost time for work. Okay then, concubine ma'am, bye-bye."

Lin Hai wiped the cold sweat from his forehead as he hung up the phone, thinking about the scene where the Female Battle Lord was swinging a bottle of drugs, eyes fierce with a malicious sneer, coercing him, and Beast Lin felt a headache coming on instantly.

Drip-drop, drip-drop – the continuous sound of WeChat notification messages kept going off.

Lin Hai's headache intensified.

After putting on an act of pretense last night, those chicks from the community colleges were bombarding him with questions, seeking relationships, seeking hook-ups, and they even added Lin Hai on WeChat.

Unexpectedly today, these girls couldn't wait to start sending him messages, and the content was extremely tempting.

After briefly browsing his WeChat, Lin Hai quickly dressed, sighing to himself, "Damn, the girls nowadays are too bold, all coming at me with various techniques."

He shut down WeChat, and the flow of his Gang Qi suppressed the reaction he was beginning to "rise" to.

Today he was ready to go to the office for work, determined to be an upbeat and forward-looking person, striving for progress.

As soon as he arrived at the company, Lin Hai sensed something was off.

A crowd was gathered around the notice board at the entrance of the company, seemingly buzzing over some big sensational news.

"Brother Lin is here."

"Hello, Brother Lin."

A few security guards from Wang Dajun's faction were actually taking the initiative to greet Lin Hai, even revealing hints of schadenfreude in their smiles.

Lin Hai was even more puzzled – these runts usually treated him like the plague, so what got into them today? And what's with that schadenfreude look on their faces?

Fan Jian was also at the entrance gawking; upon seeing Lin Hai, his eyes nearly sparkled as he hurriedly ran over.

"Ouch, my ancestor, there you finally are, quickly, let's get out of here." Fan Jian said, and hastily pulled Lin Hai through a side door to avoid the crowd, taking a detour into the premises.

Just as they reached the security break room, Lin Hai asked, "Old Fan, what's going on? In such a rush— we're not thieves, why so skittish?"

Fan Jian, with a face full of anxiety and tension, looked around to make sure no one was there, then finally started to explain:

"Oh my ancestor, you're now the talk of the company, can I not be cautious?"

"Old Fan, make things clear, I haven't been to work for several days, how did I suddenly become a celebrity at the company?" Lin Hai was also puzzled.

Pointing through the window towards a crowd surrounding a notice board, Fan Jian said, "See over there? Someone has posted indecent photos of you."

"Although it's nothing serious, there are photos of you and Director Wang Muxin holding hands entering the elevator, and the way your hand is positioned, it's as if you're about to grab her butt."

"There's also a photo of you and the receptionist—from a side view, it gives the impression your head is buried in her generous peaks."

"Besides that, there are photos of you and Officer Qi, also from a side view. From that angle, it looks like you're kissing her right at the company's entrance."

"Holy shit! Who the hell did this crappy thing? There goes my lifetime of innocence!" Lin Hai's eyes widened in disbelief. How low must someone's moral standards be to do something like this?

Suddenly, he thought of Liu Piaopiao, the Special Police Queen who had been following him around and secretly took many photos with that big, thick, er, spy camera.

"This is definitely connected to Liu Piaopiao!"

Continuing, Fan Jian said, "Boss, you're now a hot topic in the company. This morning, two girls from Finance wanted to resign, fearing there's a wolf in the department, but President Ouyang suppressed the matter."

"Holy shit? President Ouyang knows too?" Hearing this news, Lin Hai's heart felt like it was hammered again.

Knowing the Iceberg CEO's temperament, he probably wouldn't get off easily, and Lin Hai felt bewildered.

The door to the security break room opened.

Murong Xue peeked her head out quietly, saw that Lin Hai was indeed there, and said, "Director Lin, the CEO wants you in her office."

"Figures, here it comes!" Lin Hai's heart sank.

Having said that, Murong Xue quickly left, seemingly a little wary of Lin Hai.

"Holy shit, this time I really did turn into a hooligan!" Lin Hai instantly felt like crying without tears.

"Sigh, Brother Lin, I checked the company surveillance footage; there's a segment from last night that was deleted. So, we can't find the 'culprit'." Fan Jian sighed. But he was also envious of Lin Hai, mixed up with so many girls—truly a role model for our generation.

After saying goodbye to Fan Jian, Lin Hai walked to the elevator entrance.

Wang Dajun popped out from somewhere, pretending to walk into the elevator too, with that smug look of a small-minded victory, obviously wanting to mock and hit Lin Hai where it hurt.

Lin Hai retracted the foot he had just stepped forward with, took a step back while Wang Dajun looked on in astonishment.

The elevator doors closed. Wang Dajun stood inside, dumbfounded, mouth agape, unable to utter a sound. He had prepared a bellyful of hurtful words, but now couldn't say any of them—this guy actually didn't get on the elevator!

"Hehe, want to mock me? I hope you choke, you son of a bitch." Lin Hai's mouth curled into a cunning smile as he chose to enter through another elevator.

...

In the CEO's office, Ouyang Xiaoya had a deep frown, with a dozen or so intimate photos of Lin Hai and various women spread out on her desk.

She didn't know who had delivered these photos. When she came to her office early this morning, she saw these pictures, and the company was already abuzz.

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