Ling Zhenfei looked around, thinking about how he could enter the room without anyone noticing that the guards had been controlled.

Zhenfei thought of a brilliant idea. Long Mixiang was a Spiritual Medicine that drove people mad. Though the guards were not in the hall, there was no door between the hall and the passage, and they must have smelled the scent of Long Mixiang, although the effect was not enough to drive them mad yet.

The idea Zhenfei had was to keep these guards from being so alert by making them confused and groggy.

Thinking of this, Ling Zhenfei suddenly remembered a treasure within the Heaven-Dropping Essence Marrow—a special flower.

This flower, known as "hundred days drunk", was originally quite beautiful, but it had a strange property. When used in making alcohol, a pinch of its powder in a large vat could drastically increase the potency of the alcohol and produce a heady fragrance.

Moreover, the best way to use hundred days drunk was by burning it. Just inhaling its scent would mimic the effects of drunkenness, with the most affected able to remain in a drunken state for up to a hundred days—the origin of the flower's name.

Moved by the thought, Ling Zhenfei realized that if he could get everyone inside the Imperial Palace Club to be as drunk as if they had drunk that alcohol, whatever he wanted to achieve, whatever he desired to obtain, would be easily within his reach.

Ling Zhenfei checked the direction of the wind, which fortunately was blowing towards the guards. Having decided what to do, he took out a lighter and lit that beautiful little flower.

The flower burned very slowly. Just touching a petal released a huge burst of fragrance. After inhaling it once, Ling Zhenfei immediately used his Spiritual Power to seal his nose and mouth to avoid the side effects of the hundred days drunk.

The fragrance drifted towards the guards. It wasn't just affecting those nearby—soon, the scent would spread throughout the entire Imperial Palace Club, and by then, who knew what would happen when Long Mixiang was combined with hundred days drunk.

Only after the flower had completely burned out did Ling Zhenfei stand up again. He noticed changes in the guards; they had started to sweat profusely, simulating drunkenness, and some had collapsed to the ground.

Ling Zhenfei knew the side effects had begun to take hold. It hadn't taken long for the drug to show such potent effects—the task essentially depended on them now.

Ling Zhenfei sneered, astonished at how smoothly things had unfolded. He then got up and walked into the hallway.

Ling Zhenfei was very familiar with this place. After his last visit with Zhuo Yue, every dark moment found him thinking about this location thanks to his association with Zhuo Yue.

In the darkness, he even asked himself whether he would choose to come here again if given the choice. If he hadn't visited this place that time, perhaps Zhuo Yue might not have died,

But Zhuo Yue was already dead, and there was no going back. So this time he had resolutely returned to where the nightmare began with the goal of seeking revenge, and to fully destroy the Imperial Palace Club as an act of atonement for his own deeds.

First, Ling Zhenfei walked around the room. There were at least seven or eight rooms along this corridor. The rooms on the left were residential, where guards, security personnel, and possibly even Zhu Qiang and Feng Kai might reside.

The rooms on the right were used for offices; Ling Zhenfei already knew this from his last visit.

Ling Zhenfei still subconsciously headed towards the room where he and Zhuo Yue had obtained information last time. They had acquired the membership list and their plans from the Imperial Palace Club during that visit, which also led Zhuo Yue to report them.

It was precisely because of this list that the Imperial Palace Club, driven to desperation, issued the Jianghu Pursuit Order.

But there was someone in this room, so he had to give up temporarily.

After making a round of the rooms on the right, Ling Zhenfei finally confirmed that few rooms were occupied, and some were empty. He directly opened the doors and entered the empty rooms.

Seeing a computer, he went straight to it and inserted a USB drive above it. A blue progress bar appeared on the screen, indicating that the Trojan was being installed. After a few seconds, a prompt appeared on the computer screen, stating that the installation was completed.

Ling Zhenfei was quite satisfied with this speed, and he entered several rooms, installing the software on all the computers.

Long Hai and others, who were waiting above, watched their own computers intently. The moment Ling Zhenfei completed installing the Trojan, people above would instantly know, and they would immediately start analyzing the data in the computer. As soon as they found useful data, it would be completely copied.

At the same time, based on the time and speed of Trojan implantation, Long Hai above could determine how far Ling Zhenfei had progressed.

As long as they got the data of the Mayor of Binyang, Zhou Yang, the mission would be considered complete.

Ling Zhenfei quickly went around all the empty rooms, leaving only those occupied rooms, which were most likely to contain information.

Ling Zhenfei first thought of coming to the room where he had obtained information last time. He knew this had been Wei Damin's office. Who could have thought that his last move, intended to teach Wei Damin a lesson, would result in Wei Damin suffering brain damage.

It was precisely because of Wei Damin's brain injury that Ling Zhenfei had been able to evade trouble for such a long period and return to this place, which made him quite nostalgic, as Zhuo Yue's smile always hovered in his mind.

Thinking of Zhuo Yue, Ling Zhenfei couldn't help but remember the times they spent together, and naturally, he missed Zhuo Yue very much. But thinking of Zhuo Yue's death, he couldn't help but feel heartache. However, the events following Zhuo Yue's death were even more puzzling.

Someone paid to prevent others from seeing Zhuo Yue's body, and his body was cremated as quickly as possible. Even Ling Zhenfei, who had specifically gone to see Zhuo Yue one last time, hadn't seen him, nor that mysterious woman who had planned everything. Who was she, and why did she do all this? What was the purpose?

The more Ling Zhenfei thought about Zhuo Yue, the stranger it seemed. But now that he was here, he couldn't afford to dwell on these thoughts; it was more important to focus on the task at hand.

Wei Damin's room had changed occupants, and now there was a middle-aged man inside. With his Perspective Eye, Ling Zhenfei could clearly see everything inside the room.

This man was sitting in front of the computer, staring blankly at the screen. What he was looking at, Ling Zhenfei had no idea.

No matter whether the computer had any information or not, Ling Zhenfei had decided to go in. Once decided, there was no turning back.

Using his Divine Sense, he probed and found that the person inside had very low Spiritual Power and posed no threat to him, so Ling Zhenfei knocked on the door.

The person inside was very surprised by the knocking and shouted toward the door, "Who's there?"

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