Ling Zhenfei said, "Sorry, Auntie, that rope of yours is pretty good. Just so happens my house is short of a clothesline, so I took it."

The Peach Blossom Fairy, in a crazed manner, lunged at Ling Zhenfei, shouting, "Return my Immortal Binding Rope! Give it back quickly."

Her voice was hysterical; it seemed this item was extremely important to the old lady.

Her hands were full of spiritual energy, resembling claws, reaching for Ling Zhenfei.

Infused with spiritual energy, like a shrew, she clawed at Ling Zhenfei, who now was entirely conscious and certainly no longer afraid of the Peach Blossom Fairy.

The Peach Blossom Fairy was merely at the Late Stage of the Zhiyi Realm; perhaps previously her strength seemed okay, but now it was plainly insufficient.

Ling Zhenfei didn't give her a chance, sidestepping her grasp, and delivered a punch to her face.

The punch left nearly half a pound of powder on Ling Zhenfei's hand, turning it white. He felt he had misjudged her before, calling her "Auntie" was an understatement.

Recalling the earlier incident with the Peach Blossom Fairy, Ling Zhenfei even considered going to vomit first.

A punch sent the Peach Blossom Fairy flying, scaring Nangong Changhe terribly, who hurriedly hid behind Number Two.

Number Two was also intimidated by Ling Zhenfei; although he was at the initial stage of the Realm of Reaching Wisdom, which wasn't weak for others, it was still far lacking in front of Ling Zhenfei.

Ling Zhenfei's strength was now at the Middle to Late Stage of the Dawen Economy, several levels above Number Two, making him no real match.

Facing Ling Zhenfei, Number Two was a bit flustered, but being in the Realm of Reaching Wisdom, he still had some strength to fight back.

Ling Zhenfei grinning, said, "How about it, Master Nangong, are we done here? You've often said that our relationship is like a chess game, so what is this now?"

Master Nangong responded, "Ling Zhenfei, you're in the wrong; our game ended long ago. Now that you feel you're losing, you're trying to fight the chess player—this lacks integrity."

Ling Zhenfei retorted, "Do you know why I want to fight the chess player after the game? It's because the player is no good, always scheming and deceitful; such a person doesn't deserve to play chess."

Master Nangong said, "A loss is a loss; stop making excuses. If you keep trying to fight, we'll call the police."

Listening, Ling Zhenfei chuckled at Ali, saying, "You're going to call the police, that's hilarious. If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten. If you're calling, do it quickly, otherwise I'll make the call myself."

With that, Ling Zhenfei took out his phone and dialed Long Hai downstairs.

Long Hai promptly answered, the urgency evident in his voice, saying, "What's going on? You've been gone too long—what happened?"

Ling Zhenfei replied, "All is well, I just had a bit of fun with them up here. I didn't expect they'd try to keep me from leaving."

"Cut the nonsense, what's really happening? Who's upstairs, is Feng Zilong there?"

Ling Zhenfei said, "I haven't seen Feng Zilong yet; he shouldn't be here. However, Nangong Changhe is. I think we can close the net."

Long Hai commented, "That doesn't seem right. Our tracked cars didn't have Feng Zilong, and he's not upstairs—where else could he go?"

Ling Zhenfei answered, "I still haven't seen Feng Zilong, you guys go ahead with the net closure."

"Alright, we need to be cautious. Something feels off—the progress is too fast, all of this is unexpectedly surprising."

"Right, we'll be careful."

After ending the call with Long Hai, Ling Zhenfei looked at Master Nangong and said, "Master Nangong, you didn't really fail to prepare an escape plan, did you?"

Nangong Changhe said, "Ling Zhenfei, you underestimate me—do you think that's all I've got?"

Ling Zhenfei was momentarily stunned, uncertain if Nangong Changhe really had another technique or if it was just tough talk.

Ling Zhenfei stated, "Since you've prepared your technique, hurry and use it. If you're late, you might not get the chance."

At this point, Ling Zhenfei couldn't guess what Nangong Changhe might attempt.

Nangong Changhe said, "Mr. Ling, have you ever considered what's on the thirtieth floor of this thirty-story building? We're only on the twenty-ninth floor now—what do you think is up there?"

Ling Zhenfei said, "I don't care about that, as long as I catch you. Even if there's a mountain of gold and silver above, it's none of my business."

Nangong Changhe laughed, stating, "Ling Zhenfei, you know, someone has always wanted to kill you. They even offered me money with the condition to kill you, but I didn't agree because it's against my principles.

However, they finally proposed that I lure you to a special place, and that place is the top floor of the Hongteng Grand Hotel. I think I've completed the task with that."

Surprised, Ling Zhenfei said, "Stop boasting, I'm already here. What do you still plan? What's with Feng Zilong?"

Nangong Changhe responded, "Nothing else. If you're brave enough, follow me up to the next floor—do you dare?"

Ziling Fruit realized that if they insisted on him not going up, Nangong Changhe would head up with Number Two's cover—might as well follow.

Ling Zhenfei said, "Nangong Changhe, I must admit your mind is sharp. You could have been brilliant on the right path, but alas, no matter, I'll give you a chance and follow you up." Nangong Changhe nodded, saying, "Alright, as expected of Ling Zhenfei, impressive. Let's go up then."

With those words, Nangong Changhe began heading upstairs, and although slightly hesitant, Ling Zhenfei followed them to the next floor.

Ling Zhenfei's heart was slightly uneasy; it appeared Nangong Changhe had great confidence in that floor, claiming it was arranged by Feng Zilong. But is that really the truth?

Number Two warily kept an eye on Ling Zhenfei, as if scared of a sneak attack from behind.

After climbing several steps, they reached the top floor. When they entered, the door was abruptly shut by Number Two.

Ling Zhenfei was shocked—Nangong Changhe intended to flee, the thirtieth floor and Feng Zilong were non-existent.

Reacting without hesitation, Ling Zhenfei threw a punch at the door and rushed in, only to find no signs of Nangong Changhe or Number Two inside.

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