Yuan Shishen is a member of the second team from Kangyang District. He may not live in Kangyang District, but among the people I can reach, only he is currently available to act swiftly and provide immediate support. Night-Young God excels at stealth and is an excellent choice, yet Yuan Shishen is an official representative and would likely be reluctant to conflict with official agents. How can we save lives without creating friction? My day-long deliberations here are pointless—what I need to do is convey the situation to him and let him make the decision. Whether or not this effort succeeds, I owe him a personal favor. And on the matter of supporting the faction, I can no longer refuse. My thoughts are rapidly turning, and my tone remains calm yet firm: "Tell me about your current situation." "There are six of them. Three are stationed at the exit guarding it, while the other three are searching for me within the nightclub. I've been injured and can only hide. They've used their official credentials to control the nightclub's security staff and are assisting with the search." "Kou Bei Yue spoke softly, 'The night club is quite large. I can still hide here for now, but I won't be able to stay hidden much longer. They're surely informing the police and other official authorities—perhaps a large contingent has already gathered...' Once the official personnel fully secure the night club, my end will come. Xiao Yuan listened quietly, then spoke with a calm tone, advising, 'Stay hidden now and delay as much as possible. Turn your phone to silent mode and keep an eye on it. Someone might reach out to you.' 'Xiao Yuan, do you have any way to save me?' 'I'm not sure. It depends entirely on how strong your luck is.' Xiao Yuan held back her frustration and hung up. She opened her call log, accurately located Yuan Shǐ Tian Zūn's number, and clicked to dial. 'Hello, it's been a long night, and Aunt Xiao Yuan misses me!' The voice from the speaker was full of the familiar, relaxed charm of Yuan Shǐ Tian Zūn, accompanied by an energetic and lively tone—either watching TV or playing a game, it seemed unclear. Xiao Yuan sometimes really disliked his easy-going, familiar nature—he always immediately labeled her as "aunt," never considering she could be a sister. Taking a deep breath, Aunt Xiao Yuan cut straight to the point without any formalities or small talk: "Tonight, I'm planning to eliminate a rival. He's one of your official stewards. But he seemed to have anticipated this move and managed to strike back, failing his initial attack. He's now trapped in the Kangyang District, at the Honglong Night Club on Bai Xing Road. Can you assist me?" As she finished speaking, the ambient sound effect faded, and the voice of Yuan Shǐ Tian Zun echoed through: "I need to know two things. First, what is the nature of your grievance? Second, is your assistance meant to save him—or to kill him?" Though she didn't immediately agree, Xiao Yuan heard the sound of someone shifting shoes. A subtle warmth stirred within her, and her tone became more sincere: "It's a personal grudge—I can't quite articulate it clearly yet. But please rest assured, my companions are not cruel or bloodthirsty. I hope you'll help me rescue him." "Xiao Yuan briefly outlined the situation and added, 'That's essentially what happened. Whether or not you can assist, I'd appreciate your judgment.' As for saving lives, that's manageable; but I simply can't help them against the official enforcers or the Red Dragon Nightclub, which is quite close to my home. Zhang Yuanqing then asked, 'Why not invite Master Wuhen to step in?' He's rather skeptical! Xiao Yuan sighed and explained, 'Master Wuhen's principle is to forget the past and let go of former attachments. Kou Beiyue—by the way, that's his name—has already violated Master Wuhen's ideals by carrying out assassinations against the official enforcers. He hasn't let go of the past; instead, he has openly opposed the official authorities. 'If Master Wuhen were to learn of this, he would very likely expel Kou Beiyue from the team. How could he possibly help him then?' 'I understand,' Zhang Yuanqing replied. 'I'll go save him, and I hope he's as good a person as you described. But please, don't hold out too much hope for me.' Xiao Yuan's aunt softly said, 'No matter Time wouldn't allow them to linger. As Zhang Yuanqing hung up the phone, he grabbed his coat from the table and strode out of the bedroom. He knew the Red Dragon Night Club—ever since he moved to Songhai, a city famed for its opulence, where even the restrooms in KTVs served fresh seafood, he had often heard the name of this club. It was conveniently located just under five kilometers from home, and it was well known for its upscale ambiance and high-quality service, especially its young, charming female staff. Back when Zhang Yuanqing was still in high school, he had imagined that one day, with enough money, he’d indulge in luxury, spending large sums to have the young ladies line up and perform horseback riding dances for him. Years had passed, and now the horseback riding dances had fallen out of fashion, and the Red Dragon Night Club had also grown more refined and respectable. Young dreams often fade away without much notice. Given the short distance, taking a taxi wasn’t necessary—just a brisk run would suffice, and the time spent waiting for the bus was enough to reach his destination. After leaving the residential complex, Zhang Yuanqing opened his phone, set the navigation to the Honglong Night Club, and turned the volume to maximum, then began sprinting. His pace was as fast as a high-speed sedan speeding along an open, deserted street. Constant navigation prompts buzzed in his pocket: "Please slow down—you're speeding... Please slow down—you're speeding..." Soon, he spotted the night club building adorned with vibrant neon lights, a three-story structure shaped like a concave 'C', spacious and impressive. A variety of cars were parked in the front courtyard. The words "Honglong Night Club" glowed brightly, with a glowing ribbon of colored lights embedded along the edges of the characters. Zhang Yuanqing stopped, hiding behind the rear of a black sedan labeled "Better Not Touch Me," pulled out his phone, turned off the navigation, and clicked on the phone number sent to him via the Xiao Yuan chat app. Before dialing, he immediately hung up and switched to sending a text message: "Tell me where you are inside the night club, Xiao Yuan. I'm coming to save you." Calling now might well turn into a death sentence—sending a text message is safer and more reliable. About fifteen seconds later, the text reply came: "I'm in the third-to-last room on the second floor." Zhang Yuanqing replied, "I'll wait!" He turned off his phone and looked toward the main entrance of the nightclub. With his keen, nocturnal gaze piercing through the darkness, he spotted four well-dressed men stationed at the entrance—clearly the nightclub's security staff. Meanwhile, two figures were continuously patrolling the front courtyard, dressed in casual attire: one a middle-aged man and the other a young man. This effectively eliminated the possibility of the enemy jumping out and escaping. "I can easily infiltrate, but how will I get out? Xiao Yuan's companion likely doesn't have strong concealment skills—otherwise, they would have already escaped by now," Zhang Yuanqing thought quickly. "Should I infiltrate and borrow his disguise ring?" No way. If I were an official member, I'd keep the nightclub sealed off and wait for the main delegation to arrive, then systematically check each guest—no matter how disguised they were, they wouldn't be able to escape. And if we had to forcibly break through, we wouldn't even need to rely on the disguise rings. After pondering for several seconds, Zhang Yuanqing had a key insight: to disguise himself and then infiltrate the nightclub, appearing bold and determined as if a trapped creature desperately striving to break through obstacles and escape. The staff patrolling at the entrance would surely notify the colleagues inside the nightclub. Once they came out, he would shift their attention, drawing them away—thus allowing Xiao Yuan's companions to make their escape. He stepped out of the chat app and sent a text message to the young editor inside: "Keep it hidden. Wait for my notice. When I tell you to go, you'll immediately leave." After sending the message, he didn't check for a reply. Instead, he invoked the power of the Moon and activated his night-wanderer form, his figure gradually fading away. This was the young lady he encountered at the entrance of the restroom. At the time, Kou Beiyue had been severely injured and with nowhere to go, so he seized the moment, winning over the young lady's heart and convincing her willingly to become his shelter. Leveraging the flexible, persuasive nature of a mythical spirit, Kou Beiyue hid beneath her skirt and gradually followed her back to the private room. Not long after, the security staff of the nightclub secured the entrance, informing the guests that something had arisen within the premises and urging them to remain in the room, not to leave. The guests in the private room had already consumed several glasses of wine and were enjoying themselves, so they didn't mind—after all, as long as they could continue singing, it was fine. In truth, Kou Beiyue had another plan: to incite the guests to cause a disturbance, create chaos, and then make his escape. However, the extraordinary power of persuasion required to influence a large crowd over time was something that would take an exceptionally long duration, and his adversaries simply wouldn't afford him that much time. At that moment, the door of the private room was pushed open, the lights brightened, and the music ceased. "What are you doing The guests, whose兴致 had been disturbed, complained loudly. A man standing at the door spoke firmly, "I'm a police officer. A fugitive broke into the nightclub moments ago. I need your cooperation." Kou Beiyue couldn't see what was happening outside, but as soon as she heard the complaints fade, she felt a sense of relief. Then came the dialogue between the official officer and the security staff: "Was anyone seen leaving?" "No one." "There were seven people in the private rooms, weren't there? Seven from the beginning?" "Yes, we've confirmed that." The official officer entered the room and scanned each person with a sharp, incisive gaze. "Please produce your ID cards and name your neighbors." As he checked each person's ID and listened to them recite their companions' names, he noticed the young woman standing by the large screen, holding the microphone, who remained motionless throughout. His eyes narrowed immediately. He took a slow step closer and said, "Please produce your ID." "I didn't bring one!" The young lady in the voluminous long dress rolled her eyes. The official attendant scrutinized her carefully and suddenly said, "Walk to the sofa." The lady remained still. The attendant felt a sudden surge of alarm, instinctively grabbing the walkie-talkie to call for a colleague. At that moment, Kou Beiyue, hidden beneath the skirt, tensed every muscle, like a leopard poised and ready to pounce, ready to strike at any moment. Just then, the walkie-talkie in the official's hand crackled with urgent voices: "He's outside now—speed support..." The sound of intense combat blended with the static buzz. The official in the room's face paled, and he turned, sprinting toward the door. "Phew," said Kou Beiyue, deeply relieved. In her mind, one thought dominated: Would Xiao Yuan's friends really have to fight off six official attendants head-on?