Wen Nan was momentarily stunned. What did he just do? How did the strategy score, which was originally stagnant, suddenly surge by 8 points? Wen Nan looked at Mo Yu suspiciously, observing her expression more carefully this time. He noticed her eyes drifting; first, her gaze fell on the spot where the middle-aged woman behind Wen Nan was handcuffed, then shifted to Wen Nan’s hand, and finally locked onto the wound on her own arm. Squinting slightly, Wen Nan vaguely felt that things weren’t as simple as they seemed. Had Mo Yu increased her affection for him because he had handcuffed that middle-aged woman and then accidentally touched her wound, hurting her? Recalling the tiny wounds on Mo Yu’s arm that Wen Nan had seen before in the lecture hall... Could it be that this seemingly dominant character, deep down inside, actually... has that kind of fetish? If that were true, then this would be quite simple. This so-called high-level 16-star character suddenly seemed incredibly easy to subdue. While Wen Nan was lost in thought, his gaze unconsciously fell back onto the wounds on her arm. Mo Yu felt uneasy under his gaze and wanted to hide the wounds by moving her arm back, but as she tried to retract her hand, her wrist was suddenly gripped tightly from across her, pulling her arm in front of him. "Hey!" Mo Yu stumbled forward towards Wen Nan, losing her balance. As Wen Nan raised his hand to support her, his fingers deliberately and accidentally pressed against the edge of her wound. "Hiss." Mo Yu gasped in pain. 9527: [Congratulations, target Mo Yu, current strategy score increased to: 10%.] Another two points increase. Wen Nan’s lips curled into a smile, and as Mo Yu tried to pull her hand back, he forcefully restrained her arm in front of him, "Don’t move, let me check it." Probing around the edge of the wound, pressing here and there while the girl’s face paled further, the strategy score increased by another two points. "Bastard! You killed my husband! He was such a good man, helping you when you were in trouble, and this is how you repay him! You’ll die a miserable death!" The shout of the handcuffed middle-aged woman echoed from behind, drawing the attention of the other released NPCs to her. The emotions that had just been brewing in Mo Yu’s eyes quickly cooled down. She moved past Wen Nan and went straight to the middle-aged woman, "I didn’t harm your husband. Whether you believe it or not, the man who killed your husband looked exactly like me. I tried to help him, but failed. Before he died, he asked me to save you. It’s because of his words that you’re alive today." The middle-aged woman was no more at ease after Mo Yu’s explanation but recalled how her husband was taken, grudgingly admitting that it was indeed a man. Having no more grounds to seek revenge on Mo Yu, the middle-aged woman collapsed into sobs, unsure if she was venting or explaining to those around her, as she began to voice her grievances: "My husband, such an honest man, running a snack shop at the school for over a decade, crossing paths with you, this harbinger of death! That day, he saw you dragged on the ground, beaten bloody, unable to fight back, and couldn’t just stand by, so he helped you. Yet, you led the ones who attacked you to our home, causing my husband to be unjustly, cruelly murdered! "Even if this wasn’t done by your hands, it cannot be separated from you!" Upon hearing the middle-aged woman’s account, other NPCs gave Mo Yu questioning looks, some shaking their heads, murmuring, clearly siding with the middle-aged woman. A few other NPCs finally realized the oddity of everyone gathering in this place; taking advantage of the commotion, they stood and headed towards the door, only to find it locked. Unable to open it, they turned back and were about to question Mo Yu, but upon approaching her, felt an inexplicable, murderous aura around her, and were too frightened to speak. Standing beside Mo Yu, Wen Nan sensed something was off and looked at her, discovering the slender silver thread wrapped around her right wrist vibrating rapidly, emitting a low humming sound. Wen Nan realized something was wrong and tried to step forward to stop her, but it was already too late; even though they were close, Mo Yu was too quick for him to approach before she flew towards the middle-aged woman. Her right arm suddenly transformed into a silvery object, like a small snake, wrapping around the woman’s neck. The woman’s eyes bulged in shock, then she fell rigidly to the ground, closing her eyes and losing consciousness completely. The NPCs present, seeing this, were so frightened that they scattered to the corners, shivering and too scared to utter a word. The silver "snake" on Mo Yu’s arm disappeared, returning to its human form. Looking down at the middle-aged woman on the ground, Mo Yu shook her head in disbelief, then whispered, "He’s nearby..." That said, she suddenly turned around, dashed to the window, and broke through it. Wen Nan glanced at the broken window, taller than he was, realizing he couldn’t catch up to Mo Yu. He turned back to kneel down, placing a hand on the neck of the fallen middle-aged woman, confirming she was merely unconscious and not dead. He then stood up again, comforted the remaining NPCs not to panic but wait for help, and finally climbed through the window. Once over the window, he immediately spotted Mo Yu standing motionless. The backstage of the gymnasium was a row of equipment rooms. Mo Yu had entered this room through the window, and this was another equipment room. But this room was empty; Mo Yu stood in the middle of a pile of equipment, somewhat dazed, looking at the half-open window in front of her, while her arm continued bleeding. Wen Nan walked over to her side and heard her say, "Just now, the presence was nearby; it was his influence that made me act. I didn’t intend to hurt that woman..." "She’s alright," Wen Nan pointed at Mo Yu’s arm, "Why don’t you take care of the wound first?" Wen Nan walked to the window, looking out to see the blood donation van parked by the roadside. He called out to Guan Ailin to bring the first aid kit from the van. Mere moments later, Guan Ailin climbed into the equipment room holding a heavy white box. Wen Nan took the box, rummaging through it, "There’s plenty to disinfect, clean, and bandage, but no painkillers. Can you tolerate it?" Mo Yu nodded, her expression untroubled, as if accustomed to this. Wen Nan pulled out the necessary medicine and dressings, letting Mo Yu sit on the recliner directly under the goal post. He casually grabbed a mat for himself to sit on the floor beside her, starting to treat her wound. Having often seen friends get injured in the hospital, Wen Nan was quite adept at dealing with wounds not too severe. With tweezers clamped on an alcohol swab, he pressed firmly on the exposed flesh, eliciting a moan from the girl’s throat across from him. 9527: [Congratulations, target Mo Yu, current strategy score increased to: 12%.] Wen Nan glanced at the strategy score change in his mind and maintained a facade of a gentleman, saying, "The wound must be cleaned, or it might get infected." Unsuspecting, Mo Yu bit her lower lip and slowly nodded. Wen Nan controlled the tweezers gently, rubbing repeatedly on the narrow, tender red wound on the other girl, ensuring every piece of flesh got attention. Throughout, Mo Yu remained silent, just trembling uncontrollably, her lower lip nearly bitten through. 9527: [Congratulations, target Mo Yu, current strategy score increased to: 15%.] In his mind, the strategy score kept rising. Wen Nan carefully watched the "patient’s" face, caught between pain and delight, deciding to execute his final move. Yet, before he could act, he looked up to see Mo Yu’s expression of pain mixed with pleasure freeze over, her wrist’s small thread vibrated fiercely once more. Wen Nan was slightly startled. Gan Tie was back again? While mulling it over, Mo Yu seemed possessed, suddenly bouncing off the recliner, her fingers clenched together, transforming once more into a silvery strand. The "little snake" now targeted Wen Nan directly. Having noticed the anomaly, Wen Nan was prepared, swiftly rolling sideways to dodge the "little snake’s" attack. Behind him, Guan Ailin, who had been quietly sitting by, resting her chin on her hand watching Wen Nan tend to Mo Yu’s wound, lost her smile when she saw Mo Yu suddenly go berserk and try to harm Wen Nan. In a flash, a chill emanated from her, strands of silver thread weaving between her fingers. At the moment when Wen Nan rolled away, the threads shot rapidly from Guan Ailin’s hand, entwining Mo Yu’s wrists and ankles. Mo Yu couldn’t match the upgraded Guan Ailin’s speed, and by the time she realized it, she found herself bound at the wrists and ankles, suspended in a "big" shape on the goal post. No matter how she struggled, she couldn’t break free, tied tightly, like a moth caught in a spider’s web, at the mercy of others. Realizing this, a different emotion, not fear, flashed across Mo Yu’s face. 9527: [Congratulations, target Mo Yu, current strategy score increased to: 30%.]