The door on the front passenger side opened.
A young man dressed in a black suit, his expression serious, stepped out of the car.
He walked up to Chen Fang and asked, "Are you Mr. Chen?"
Chen Fang glanced at the young man standing before him.
The outfit he wore was all too familiar; it was the uniform of the West Sea Villa guards.
He looked over at the car.
It also bore the special license plate of the West Sea Villa.
On the windshield, there was a West Sea Villa pass.
"I am. May I ask what this is about?"
Chen Fang inquired.
The man in black replied solemnly, "Hello Mr. Chen, the leader asked to pick you up. He has sothing to discuss with you in person."
"Leader? Which leader?"
Having had previous dealings with Lin Jie, he asked for clarification this ti.
The young man responded seriously, "Leader Shangguan."
Upon hearing that Shangguan Shoudong wanted to see him, Chen Fang couldn't risk being negligent.
He turned to Huang Zhiyao and said, "Why don't you go on ahead."
Huang Zhiyao, upon hearing the words "Leader Shangguan," imdiately understood the situation. Shocked, he couldn't have imagined the connection between Chen Fang and Shangguan Shoudong.
He quickly nodded and said, "Alright, I'll head over first."
With that said,
he hurriedly left.
Chen Fang got into the car with the guard.
The car then drove off and continued for a good half-hour.
A little before two o'clock, the car stopped by the roadside, and the guard got out, opened the door for Chen Fang, and pointed to a building, saying, "Mr. Chen, the leader is waiting for you inside. Once you're in, soone else will et you."
Chen Fang had no suspicion.
After all, no one in this world would dare impersonate Shangguan Shoudong.
So obediently, he got out of the car.
Watching as the car left,
he walked into the building.
Inside, he didn't see anyone to et him.
He waited for about ten more minutes.
Reluctantly, Chen Fang had to call Li Chong.
Only then did he realize, he was deceived. Shangguan Shoudong had never sought him out, and he was currently in a eting at West Sea Villa.
It was only then that Chen Fang realized that soone was out to get him.
And this person was quite daring.
To impersonate Shangguan Shoudong.
It was obvious, it had to be Lin Jie.
By this ti, it was already two o'clock, which ant the opening ceremony was in half an hour.
Horoom teacher Zhou Xiwai had stressed ti and ti again that they must not be late.
With thirty minutes remaining, if he hurried, he might still make it.
Thinking of this,
Chen Fang hailed a cab by the roadside.
Handed the driver a wad of cash,
telling him to get to the party school as quickly as possible.
Back to around two o'clock.
At this ti, Chen Fang had just gotten into the return cab.
anwhile, what was Niu Bo doing?
He was in a corner of the school building, continuously wiping the cold sweat that kept beading on his forehead, clearly very nervous.
This spot was close to the won's restroom on this floor.
Hiding behind the corner, his eyes kept darting out.
Waiting for a certain unfortunate person to appear.
As ti ticked to about ten past two,
finally,
the sound of high heels striking the ground echoed from afar.
With a sidelong glance,
he saw a middle-aged woman, around forty years old, walking briskly in his direction.
The woman looked average,
but her figure was rather decent.
Niu Bo quickly took out a stick he had prepared in advance from his pocket. It was a stun baton, and with just a press of a button, it could release a powerful electric current.
Easily making a person lose consciousness for a short ti.
Quickly,
the woman reached the corner.
In a blink of an eye,
as the woman walked past,
he sprang out.
Pressed the switch, and jabbed the stun baton into the woman's back.
With a sizzle,
after a surge of electrical noise.
The woman didn't even manage a whimper before she collapsed to the ground.
A nervous Niu Bo,
quickly picked her up.
Dragged her into a utility room he had previously scoped out.
First, he laid the woman flat on the floor.
Then rapidly undid her blouse, her bra, then quickly took off her outer and inner pants, tossing them aside.
At that mont,
his nervousness suddenly dissipated.
All his movents beca swift and smooth.
Perhaps it was the anticipation of the thrill of revenge.
He gave the woman's two big white rabbits a firm squeeze.
Then he suddenly noticed an empty wine bottle on the shelf beside him.
An evil thought arose.
He picked up the bottle.
Opened the woman's legs, and shoved it toward her lower region.
After finishing all this,
he took out the Chen Fang's student ID he had obtained earlier from his pocket.
Carelessly tossed it by the woman's side.
Taking a deep breath,
he hurriedly fled the scene.
By this ti,
the opening ceremony was about to start.
Niu Bo blended into the crowd as if nothing had happened, and entered the auditorium.
Upon entering,
he instinctively scanned the classroom.
Sure enough,
Chen Fang was absent from the scene.
Suspended anxieties settled at this mont.
After finding a secluded seat and sitting down, the thought of the punishnt awaiting Chen Fang filled him with joy.
Around two twenty,
one by one, the college leaders began to take their places on the stage.
By two twenty-five,
a sweaty Chen Fang dashed in.
He had rushed all the way, his back drenched.
Upon seeing him enter,
Huang Zhiyao, who had saved a seat for him, promptly waved at him.
Chen Fang had just taken his seat and hadn't had a chance to explain his ordeal.
The leaders already present on the podium stood up in unison, promptly followed by the students attending the ceremony. Amidst thunderous applause, the protagonist of this ceremony, Wen Fengyou, made a grand entrance.
To be honest,
at that mont, all the students were incredibly excited.
Even though they were all departntal-level cadres,
even at their rank, they might never get to see a leader as prominent as Wen Fengyou.
To have such an opportunity, who could remain unenthused?
Moreover, Wen Fengyou held another position: he was the Minister of the Supre Organization Departnt.
In his hands lay the career destinies of everyone present.
In a superstitious sense, he was the "God of Prosperity" among the "Gods of Fortune, Prosperity, and Longevity."
Wen Fengyou, dressed in an administrative jacket, with a kindly smile, ascended the stage amidst a throng of people, then took his seat in the center.
As soon as he sat down,
everyone else followed suit and took their seats.
Executive Vice Principal Luo Yichun switched on the microphone and, in a stirring manner, said, "Fellow students of the economic research class, let us once again extend a warm round of applause to welco President Wen..."
Once more, a storm of applause erupted.
And so, the opening ceremony began amidst a lively atmosphere.
Chen Fang, at this mont, had no idea that another act targeting him was about to unfold…
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