Wen Nan’s elastic rope in his hand was as thick as a finger and had a strong elasticity. When stretched to the limit and then released, it could leave a red mark on fair skin in an instant. Upon seeing that elastic rope, Mo Yu swallowed with difficulty. 9527: [Congratulations, target Mo Yu, current strategy score increased to: 36%.] Following the other person’s gaze, Wen Nan looked at the black rope in his hand. He hadn’t expected the tool’s power to be strong enough to make the other person merely imagine its use and increase the strategy score by one level just by looking at it. Mo Yu’s gaze shifted from the elastic rope to the dagger, causing her body to flinch involuntarily. The dagger was completely different from the fruit knife held by the middle-aged woman earlier. Just from the cold gleam on the dagger, Mo Yu could tell it was a lethal weapon. As Mo Yu stared intently at the dagger, Wen Nan focused on his system prompt, which showed that the strategy score remained at 36%, without change. Putting away the dagger temporarily, Wen Nan swung his arm, and the elastic rope in his hand made a loud crack as it sliced through the air in the previously silent equipment room. Mo Yu trembled violently as though that swing aimed at the air had actually landed on her. Standing behind Wen Nan, Guan Ailin could barely watch— Earlier, Mo Yu’s sudden attempt to harm Wen Nan had angered Guan Ailin, making her wish she could discipline this reckless student herself. So, when she saw Wen Nan stepping forward to use some intimidation tactics on the other person, Guan Ailin chose to stand back and watch coldly, even silently adding a few silver threads to the girl’s wrists and ankles, helping Wen Nan firmly control her. However, upon seeing Wen Nan take out the tools, Guan Ailin’s earlier rage dissolved instantly, only to wonder, Is this too much? The other person’s sudden move seemed abnormal; perhaps there was a reason behind it, and to use force without asking for explanations? Guan Ailin stepped forward, trying to stop him, but was interrupted after uttering a single syllable. "Erin," Wen Nan glanced out the window, "Go back to the car first; the upcoming scenes here aren’t suitable for you to witness." "Ah, I..." Guan Ailin hesitated. Wen Nan put away the elastic rope, turned around, wrapped his arm around Guan Ailin’s waist, and kissed her forehead, "Be good, go." Mo Yu watched these two openly embrace in front of her, feeling a wave of unfamiliar emotion surge in her heart, unable to explain what it was. Facing Guan Ailin, under Wen Nan’s kiss, she obediently nodded—With his charm, Guan Ailin found it hard to voice any refusal. She released his embrace, climbed back out the window, and returned to the blood donation vehicle. To ensure Wen Nan’s safety, Guan Ailin moved the blood donation vehicle to the flower bed outside the equipment room. Even sitting in the car, several meters away, Guan Ailin could hear the loud whipping of the ropes and the whimpering sounds, making her heart clench and her hands unconsciously tighten into fists. Mo Yu was drenched in sweat, wet hair clinging to her pale cheeks, and her clothes were torn to shreds with no intact fabric, covered in red marks. She looked as though she had just returned from a fierce battle, having fought valiantly on the battlefield against thousands. It hurt; every bone in her body was in pain. Yet, Mo Yu’s intrinsic attribute made her feel inexplicably satisfied. 9527: [Congratulations, target Mo Yu, current strategy score increased to: 56%.] Wen Nan, exhausted and panting, finally stopped. Though facing a seemingly frail girl, he hadn’t expected her to endure so much. After an hour of struggle, it felt like he had tamed a wild horse on the prairie. No, not a wild horse, Mo Yu was much more resilient than a wild horse. This was like a piece of newly forged, hot iron, waiting for the craftsman on the other side to exert all efforts and hammer it into the desired shape. Putting down the elastic rope, Wen Nan approached Mo Yu once more. Noticing the movement, Mo Yu lifted her eyelids, her vision blurred by sweat falling on the man’s face. Seeing Wen Nan reach behind him and pull out the gleaming dagger, Mo Yu began to tremble like a leaf in the wind. Wen Nan ignored her pale, blood-drained face and eyes filled with terror as he raised the dagger and looked at the fresh cut on her arm, "Shall we begin the real work?" Horrified, Mo Yu imagined countless horrific scenes; the dagger being thrust into her bleeding wound, twisted inside, scraping against her bone, making a jarring "creaking" sound, all the while being ironically referred to as cleansing? No matter how much she longed for pain, she couldn’t endure such extreme punishment. Hoarsely, Mo Yu pleaded, "I-I will die, please, I beg you, spare me..." Yet the person opposite her showed no empathy towards her pleas. Seeing Wen Nan raise his arm, resolutely wielding the dagger, Mo Yu closed her eyes in terror, unable to face what was coming next. Her arm, where the cut was, was touched. Mo Yu shuddered, a wail escaping her throat, but the expected piercing pain did not come; instead, it was a gentle "caress." Opening her eyes again, Mo Yu saw the other person carefully applying a dressing over her wound. The "real work" he spoke of was cutting a large piece of gauze with the dagger and then bandaging her? The moment the cool, soft netting of the dressing wrapped around her exposed wound—— 9527: [Congratulations, target Mo Yu, current strategy score increased to: 81%.] Wen Nan finished tending to the wound, looked at the strategy score, and smiled in satisfaction. It seemed the procedure was done correctly. For a character like Mo Yu with special attributes, a sudden drop in pain, just before it reached the boundary, was far more effective than other methods. Having decided so, Wen Nan helped Mo Yu untie the threads, supporting her to a nearby reclining chair, when suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door from behind. Both of them quickly looked towards the door with caution. At this hour, anyone coming to such a secluded equipment room must be here for either Wen Nan or Mo Yu. Thinking this, a soft female voice came from outside the door: "It’s me." Wen Nan took a coat from the reserve equipment section and draped it over Mo Yu before getting up to open the door. Outside the room, Wu Qing stood at the door, with Yu Shujun guarding nearby with a stern expression. "What’s the matter?" Wen Nan asked softly. Wu Qing peered over Wen Nan’s shoulder at the equipment room and then at the unshielded corridor behind, asking, "Is it convenient to talk inside?" Wen Nan nodded, stepping aside to make way. As Wen Nan closed the door behind them, the other two stepped into the dimly lit room and halted upon seeing Mo Yu sitting by the reclining chair. Wu Qing showed confusion on her face, while Yu Shujun’s face was full of vigilance. Wen Nan stepped forward, standing between Mo Yu and the two, once again asking, "Senior Sister Wu Qing, did you have something urgent? How did you know I was here?" Wu Qing explained her purpose: "A friend I know has suddenly stopped contacting me the past two days. Just now, they sent a message saying... someone has trapped them in an equipment room nearby. I came over, found the adjacent room locked, and heard... strange sounds from this room, so I came over." Wen Nan shifted his gaze from Wu Qing to Yu Shujun, who nodded, confirming that Wu Qing was telling the truth. Wu Qing raised her hand, touching Wen Nan’s arm, "Little Jiu, those people... though they are without names, they are also my... they are people I care about. I know they are targeted by villains and can’t be released now, but could you hand them over to me? I can help deal with this properly." Wen Nan understood Wu Qing’s intention. Although these NPCs were neither [loyal subjects] nor [servants], they were Wu Qing’s subjects in a sense. She didn’t want them to be innocently involved as those [servants] in the laboratory were before. Wen Nan nodded. He was indeed troubled about how to handle this group, and since the queen herself was willing to intervene, as a loyal subject, he had no reason to refuse. Thinking of this, Wen Nan turned, intending to ask Mo Yu for the key to the adjacent room, when he noticed her staring intently at Wu Qing, as if targeting prey. Her wrist, with its [Thousand Threads], began to vibrate violently again. Just like when she suddenly attacked Wen Nan, this [loyal subject], Mo Yu subconsciously felt a stronger intent to kill upon seeing a potentially [queen] character. Seeing Mo Yu’s five fingers forming into a white point, heading towards Wu Qing, Wen Nan stood between them, instinctively wanting to take a step forward and shield Wu Qing from Mo Yu’s attack. But before Wen Nan could act on his impulse, a golden light flashed, and the next moment, Mo Yu collapsed with a thud, her cheek pinned to the ground by a golden sword of light. Previously, in the lecture hall, merely seeing Yu Shujun’s hand, marked with calluses and shaped by years of holding a sword from a distance, Mo Yu knew it was a hand meant to wield a sword. Now, with the light sword pressing against her head, Mo Yu was utterly immobilized, realizing she was facing an opponent far stronger than herself. A peculiar psychology arose in Mo Yu, and through the light sword, she looked at Yu Shujun with a gaze full of undisguised emotion—submission. 9527: [Notice, target Mo Yu, current strategy score decreased to: 78%.] Why did it drop by 3 points? While Wen Nan was focused on the strategy score in his mind, Yu Shujun coldly remarked in front of him, "The slave of a ghost master." This wasn’t a question. Yu Shujun recognized the other’s identity when she struck, saying in a cold voice, "A self-indulgent thing." With that, without saying much, Yu Shujun raised her hand, preparing to finish Mo Yu off with a single sword blow. Wen Nan hastily raised his hand, "Don’t do it!" The golden control emblem took effect, forcing Yu Shujun to withdraw the light sword. Despite not wanting to spare such a mysterious threat, she was compelled to obey, "Yes, Master." Freed from constraints, Mo Yu got up from the ground. Hearing the word "Master," she stared wide-eyed at Wen Nan in disbelief. After a moment, her gaze shifted from shock to a second-level submission. 9527: [Congratulations, target Mo Yu, current strategy score increased to: 90%.] 9527: [Congratulations, contestant! Strategy score has exceeded the threshold! The role strategy card’s temporary control function is now successfully activated for you!] 9527: [The system is generating a temporary control emblem for the character on this instance map, please wait...] 9527: [Temporary control emblem is in effect, congratulations contestant, temporary control over character—Mo Yu obtained!]