Qin Jinhai faced CEO Han’s overpowering gaze, his expression unchanging.
"She is Ning Wan’s disciple, and facing Hu Yao is the best choice for her."
"You..."
CEO Han was so shocked that he was speechless.
He admired the young captain who dared to take on heavy responsibilities, but he was still too young, young enough to believe he could control everything.
"Things won’t always go as you wish; it’s too risky."
"High risk, high reward. CEO Han, you have your stance, and I fully respect it. But as captain, I ask you to respect my strategic decisions."
The old man and the young man t each other’s gaze, a palpable tension filling the space between them.
The old man’s gaze was like a deep pool, without any waves, yet carrying imnse power, suffocating anyone under it.
Qin Jinhai’s gaze was as calm as water; though young, he possessed an all-encompassing deanor.
"I’ll wait and see your choice."
CEO Han nodded at Elder Jiang and left with his staff.
Outside, these staff mbers were influential figures who could make the whole city tremble with a foot stomp.
In front of Elder Jiang, the captain of the China Team, and CEO Han, they could only smile continuously, not daring to utter a word.
Once the room quieted, Elder Jiang remarked with a hint of complaint, "You’re just lovesick, aren’t you?"
"Every cell in my brain is engraved with the sa na: Fu Bing."
"Young people in love are so unreliable." Elder Jiang waved his hand impatiently. "Go on, get out! Just seeing you annoys ."
Qin Jinhai massaged his shoulders a few tis before leaving.
Only then did Elder Jiang excitedly rub his hands together.
He still preferred his disciple’s bold way of doing things; one must take risks in life.
What fun is there in life without risks?
Elder Jiang paced in circles in his room, hands clasped behind his back, while the butler watched him nervously, fearing he might trip in his excitent.
As he paced, Elder Jiang muttered, "Ah, so annoying. Even at my age, I still have to clean up after my young disciple."
His tone was quite cheerful.
The corners of the butler’s mouth turned up as well.
That’s not the tone of soone who’s really annoyed.
Fu Bing was under no stress and slept very well.
During the group stages, her role was as an observer, which was her forte.
The competition started at ten in the morning, but team mbers rose around six or seven. After breakfast, they focused on getting into the right state of mind; no one dared to be complacent.
After breakfast in the second-floor dining room, Fu Bing planned to return to her room to avoid being called idle by her teammates.
She entered the elevator, and just as the doors were about to close, a hand thrust in and forcefully pushed them open.
Fu Bing took a glance.
It was a man and a woman.
The man had smooth, delicate skin with a rosy-white complexion, but his hair was white.
The woman was a blonde beauty in professional attire.
Even in strict business attire, her graceful curves were evident.
Yun Na gave Fu Bing a radiant smile and said fluently in Mandarin, "Apologies, we’re heading up too."
Fu Bing smiled and nodded, subtly stepping back to shield Xiaoi behind her, her hand ready with a needle.
The man with the snow-white hair was Hu Yao.
This man was nearly seventy but looked about thirty.
If it weren’t for his iconic hair, she wouldn’t have recognized him so quickly.
Hu Yao stared at the mirror-like elevator wall, taking in Fu Bing’s subtle, almost imperceptible movents.
His icy eyes, sharp as if laced with poison, coldly focused on Fu Bing’s reflection in the elevator’s reflective surface.
Fu Bing’s gaze t his in the reflection.
Her expression was also cold, revealing no emotion.
Suddenly, Hu Yao showed a cruel smile.
At the sa ti, Fu Bing smiled as well.
Her expression suddenly hardened, and she sealed an acupoint on Yun Na’s right hand with a needle.
Yun Na scread, her entire arm going numb, and the needle she hadn’t yet deployed dropped to the ground.
Fu Bing stared coldly at Hu Yao. "Just like a rat in the gutter, always resorting to these underhanded tactics that can’t see the light of day."
No sooner had she finished speaking than the elevator doors happened to open.
Bai Zhirui and Mo Qiang stood outside.
When Bai Zhirui saw who was inside the elevator, she yelled loudly, "Fu Bing, you’re actually in cahoots with Hu Yao from Country A! You traitor!"
Fu Bing ignored her and quickly walked out of the elevator, pulling Xiaoi with her.
As they passed Bai Zhirui and Mo Qiang, she whispered, "Don’t get in the elevator."
Mo Qiang looked at Fu Bing, surprised.
Bai Zhirui, puzzled, asked, "What is she muttering about?"
"I... didn’t catch it," Mo Qiang replied.
As the elevator doors were about to close, Bai Zhirui tugged at Mo Qiang to go inside.
Mo Qiang pulled her back by the hand, allowing the elevator doors to close.
Bai Zhirui didn’t understand. "Why not get in the elevator?"
"Hu Yao and his assistant are inside."
"What’s the problem with that? Didn’t Fu Bing and her assistant just co out from there?"
"Fu Bing might not know what Hu Yao did in the past because she joined temporarily, but shouldn’t you know?"
Bai Zhirui lifted her head proudly. "The competition hasn’t started yet; he wouldn’t dare to make a move."
Mo Qiang didn’t know what to say for a mont.
Bai Zhirui did indeed have so talent and was a rising star promoted by the Bai Family.
But her disposition was sowhat naive regarding the ways of the world.
If the Bai Family didn’t properly temper her personality, she would eventually suffer for it.
Hu Yao and Yun Na returned to their room. Hu Yao told Yun Na to take off her jacket.
Yun Na did as instructed.
She struggled to remove her jacket with one hand.
Her fair and smooth arm was exposed under Hu Yao’s gaze.
Hu Yao stared at her right arm.
The paralyzed right arm was still fair and smooth, showing not even a slight red spot.
Hu Yao stared for a long while. "Impressive."
Yun Na cooed, "Yao, help treat my injury. I suffered it because of you."
Hu Yao personally applied the dicine for her.
Applying the colorless, odorless ointnt to her skin, the previous numbness and pain seed to vanish as if they were re illusions.
Yun Na’s arm was healed, but she didn’t rush to put her jacket back on.
Instead, wearing a tight tank top that clung to her curves, she draped her arms around Hu Yao’s neck, her upturned eyes displaying a seductive charm.
Hu Yao didn’t move.
Yun Na didn’t mind taking the initiative.
Hu Yao pushed her away. "This was my room when I was expelled from the China Team."
Yun Na paused, reluctantly putting on her jacket.
"But it’s been over forty years! Are you still bitter about the past? Our Country A has recognized you, given you the respect, fa, and wealth you desired. Why do you keep dwelling on China, which rejected you? You seriously injure their most talented contestants every ti. They won’t love you for it!"
"I want them to regret rejecting ! I was clearly more outstanding than them and could have gone much further." Hu Yao clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked.
Yun Na added fuel to the fire. "This year’s team is still led by that young man from China whom you couldn’t defeat. Ten years have passed; he must have matured into a formidable man. Under Jian Sheng’s tutelage, he will also be even more exceptional. According to intelligence from our mole, he was the one who pushed for Fu Bing to compete, likely to go against you. The people of China are still trying every way they can to humiliate you. It’s quite amusing, isn’t it?"
"Shut up!"
"It’s the truth. I can keep quiet for your sake, but you can’t silence everyone else. Yao, you must win; you have no other choice. You should have retired gloriously ten years ago, your record unblemished. But your hatred for China runs too deep. You insisted on leading the team again, only to lose to so unknown youngster!"
"Enough!" Hu Yao waved his hand.
Yun Na felt a sharp pain on her face, and a trickle of blood appeared on her cheek.
"If you won’t shut up, next ti it will be your life!"
Yun Na stamped her foot in anger and stord off.
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