After listening to Li Caifeng’s explanation, Bai Yuling immediately understood the situation.
“So that’s how it is. But why didn’t the server who was standing at the door earlier come in after hearing the bell?”
“You’re asking me? I have no idea.”
Just as Li Caifeng and Bai Yuling were talking, Yan Zhenyi, who had gone out earlier to check the situation, returned to the private room.
Seeing her husband, Li Caifeng stopped chatting with Bai Yuling and quickly walked over to ask, “Honey, where’s the server who was standing at the door earlier?”
Yan Zhenyi shook his head in response. “Didn’t see anyone. There wasn’t a soul in the hallway.”
“Not a soul? How is that possible? When I came in earlier, that server was clearly standing right by the door,” Bai Yuling said, sounding surprised.
“Who knows? Maybe they stepped away for some reason right after you entered.”
“Honey, if there’s no server now, how are we supposed to order?” Knowing that the absence of a server would greatly affect their dinner plans, Li Caifeng couldn’t help but ask her husband.
Before Yan Zhenyi could come up with an answer, Bai Yuling, as the host for the evening, spoke up. “Caifeng, don’t trouble your husband. I’m the one hosting tonight, so it’s my responsibility to handle this. How about this: you and your husband stay here in the room, and I’ll go to the front desk to report the issue and ask them to assign us another server.”
Hearing this, Li Caifeng didn’t argue and simply nodded. “Alright, if you say so, we’ll do it your way.”
“Okay, I’ll head to the front desk then.”
“Hope you’re back soon.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick.”
With that, Bai Yuling strode toward the door on her long legs. But just as she was about to push the door open, a sudden sense of danger emanated from behind it.
Her pupils contracted, and she swiftly dodged to the right.
“Yuling, what are you doing?” Li Caifeng asked, watching Bai Yuling’s movements with a puzzled expression.
Before Bai Yuling could answer, the door of Private Room No. 3 was violently torn from its hinges by an immense force and slammed into the opposite wall with a deafening crash.
Cough, cough… “Honey, are you okay?”
“I-I’m fine. But honey, what just happened? Did we run into another super-powered crime incident?”
Hearing his wife’s question from within his embrace, Yan Zhenyi glanced up at the door now embedded in the wall. After a few seconds of stunned silence, he replied, “Wife, it looks like you called it. We’ve encountered another super-powered crime incident.”
“Who are you people?”
Hearing Bai Yuling’s voice echo through the room, Yan Zhenyi and Li Caifeng, who had taken cover behind a table, exchanged a glance. Wordlessly agreeing to stay down, they cautiously peeked out from behind the table toward the source of the voice.
What they saw was a slightly disheveled Bai Yuling and, standing in the now-destroyed doorway, a man who clearly looked like trouble.
“Who are we? You don’t need to know that, Director Bai. All you need to do is cooperate with us,” said the middle-aged man with a scar on his face, wearing a smug expression.
Bai Yuling, her eyes fixed on the scarred man and well aware that he was far stronger than her, firmly replied, “Cooperate with you? Sorry, but I’d never cooperate with people who so obviously aren’t up to any good.”
“Looks like you’re choosing the hard way, Director Bai. Don’t blame me for what happens next.”
Having expected that Bai Yuling wouldn’t cooperate easily, the scarred man didn’t waste another moment. He immediately activated his superpower.
In the next second, the floor beneath Bai Yuling’s feet gave way. Before she could react, the concrete—liquefied by his power—snaked upward like a rope, binding her tightly.
“What?!”
“Impressed, Director Bai?” the scarred man said, his smug expression unwavering as he watched Bai Yuling suspended in the air, trapped by the concrete bonds.
“You criminal! Don’t you dare get cocky!”
Struggling against the unyielding concrete bonds but still able to use her powers, Bai Yuling quickly summoned her abilities. She hurled an ashtray from the table directly at the scarred man.
Watching the ashtray fly toward him, the man didn’t flinch. Instead, a faint smile touched his lips. Just before it could reach him, the ashtray melted into liquid, becoming another substance under his control.
“So this is your power? Turning solids into liquids and controlling them?” Bai Yuling asked, frowning as she observed the liquefied ashtray, already piecing together the nature of his abilities.
The scarred man had no intention of revealing anything. “I’d rather not share too many details about my abilities with you, Director.”
Without giving Bai Yuling any more time to stall, he shot a glance at two members of his cult standing beside him. Understanding his signal, the two cultists sprang into action, darting toward Bai Yuling.
Knowing their intentions were far from good, Bai Yuling refused to let them succeed. She immediately channeled her powers, seizing control of every object within a two-meter radius and hurling them at the two oncoming members of the Flame Demon Cult.