Leng Yanchen shrugged his shoulders and said without fear, "I won't answer any of your questions without a dispatch from headquarters."

At this moment, the soldier's phone on the tray suddenly vibrated with a "buzzing" sound. After automatically stopping, it entered the screen saver mode.

Cold Yanchen glanced at the phone screen that had lit up. There wasn't a single bar of signal in the status bar.

And while he was distracted, Alva struck him with an unexpected punch.

Leng Yanchen tilted his head and dodged easily.

Arva immediately followed up with a kick.

Leng Yanchen immediately stepped back, dodging her attack once again.

"Are you serious?" Leng Yanchen raised an eyebrow.

Arva put on an air of superiority, extending her index finger towards Leng Yanchen and beckoning him.

Cold Yanchen understood her meaning after that, and instead of dodging, he fought Alvah with his bare hands.

The warriors watching nearby instinctively stepped back, creating a ring around them.

During their fight, Alva noticed that Leng Yanchen's shoulder seemed to be injured, which made his hands less agile than usual?

Alva wasn't sure, but once she found an opponent's weakness, she would proactively attack it.

Under Alwa's several attacks, Leng Yanchen saw through Alwa's attack intentions.

Finally, he deliberately let her attack his shoulder blade, then with a nimble movement, he drew back and jumped behind her.

By the time Alva reacted, Leng Yanchen had already pinned her wrists against her back with one hand and locked her throat with the other. As long as she dared to move, she was in constant danger of suffocation.

"Long time no see, Miss Alva. Your fighting skills have improved quite a bit." Leng Yanchen praised with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

Arva only felt the icy killing intent from Leng Yanchen, like a cold wind piercing her back.

She said, trembling, "If I had improved, wouldn't I even be able to beat you if you were injured?"

"I'm only slightly injured." Leng Yanchen let go of Alva.

Arva turned around, looking at the composed and calm Leng Yanchen and countered, “Just now you could have held me hostage and taken the chance to leave here, wouldn’t that have been better?”

"If I were to take you away from here, wouldn't that prove me guilty of 'treason'?" Leng Yanchen sneered.

Arva frowned slightly, then politely extended her hand to Leng Yanchen: "Follow me."

Then, Leng Yanchen followed Alva towards the airport escalator.

Four armed soldiers followed them.

As Alvah stepped onto the elevator, she glanced at Leng Yanchen with a hint of suppressed curiosity. "Ares, have you been touched by 'mortal feelings'?"

"Hmph, I'm just an 'ordinary' heart. What's there to be moved by?" Leng Yanchen said indifferently.

Arva leaned sideways, toward Leng Yanchen's side, almost pressing against him.

She tilted her head, staring straight at Leng Yanchen. Her lips were almost touching his chin, but her voice was laced with sarcasm: "Ares, I truly hope you remain so honest!"

Then, Alva led Leng Yanchen into a windowless iron chamber.

"Ares, the deputy chief said, he gives you two hours to consider and hopes you'll confess truthfully." Alva said lightly.

Then, she snapped her fingers, and a soldier carrying a tray walked over.

Cold Yanchen looked at the warrior.

The tray held by the warrior's hands was filled with his "equipment."

"These things are going back to their rightful owners. Here, you won't be able to fly even if you had wings." Arva grinned, paused for a moment, and then added, "Oh, and don't expect headquarters to come save you in time."

Leng Yanchen calmly took back the things on the tray one by one.

Alva saw him calmly put on his watch, unhurriedly tucking away his phone, earpiece and other small items. In an instant, her heart sank.

After Cold Yanchen went in, she ordered someone to lock the door and turn off the lights.

The room was pitch black.

Cold Yanchen, based on the furnishings he had seen upon entering, fumbled along the wall, leaning against it, and sat down cross-legged.

He pulled out his phone, glanced at the time on the screen, and also noticed the signal strength in the status bar.

It's a full-signal?!

Seeing this, Leng Yanchen couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile.

Time passes by minute by minute...

The phone suddenly vibrated in his hand.

It was the call from that subordinate at first.

Cold Yanchen answered calmly.

"Mr. Leng, the plane was intercepted by five fighter jets and forced to return," a frantic voice reported from the receiver.

But Leng Yanchen asked calmly, "Where is the person?"

After the plane made an emergency landing, a group of people in uniforms arrived and took Ms. Qin away.

Upon hearing this, Leng Yanchen directly hung up the phone, holding it in his hand, closed his eyes, and sat on the ground without any reaction.

One hour later...

In the monitoring room, Alva watched as Leng Yanchen sat on the ground in the surveillance footage, resting with not even a hint of emotional fluctuation. She couldn't help but furrow her brow.

If Ares keeps silent like this, they will have to resort to "special" measures!

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