Wen Nan stayed with Wu Qing, dealing with all those NPCs, and before leaving, Wu Qing thanked him repeatedly for his help and said, "Yesterday, I lost too many people, thankfully you helped me save these NPCs. If possible, at noon tomorrow, I will select one or two capable individuals from them to stay by my side." Wen Nan was slightly startled. This was the second time Wu Qing had mentioned the selection. Being personally selected by the queen to stay by her side, does that mean the chosen one or two NPCs will change roles to [Follower]? Thinking of this, Wen Nan unconsciously looked up into the distance — The sky was beginning to lighten, with the pale gray horizon and the conspicuous red beam of light reaching into the clouds. Wen Nan wondered if this instance was finally approaching its ultimate conclusion? However, the conclusion had not yet come, but the disturbances arrived early—— Not long after separating from Wu Qing, Wen Nan sent a message to Zhao Wanting, asking where she was and if it was convenient to meet. The message sank like a stone in the sea. Wen Nan called directly, but the phone showed it was powered off. At this time of day, perhaps she hadn’t woken up yet, so the phone being off was normal. Wen Nan hoped this was just him scaring himself. But he still took the blood donation car driven by Guan Ailin to the couple’s hotel at the school entrance where they had slept before. As he stepped out of the elevator, Wen Nan immediately saw Zhao Wanting lying stiffly in front of the room door, her body covered in sword wounds, with patches of dark red blood on the floor. Wen Nan approached her side, checked briefly, and confirmed she had passed away. Carrying her into the room, Wen Nan stood by the bedside and called Lv Xiaohong and Lv Qingqing. Unsurprisingly, their phones were also showing as powered off. Wen Nan rushed to the Fashion Frontier clothing building as fast as he could, only to find it cordoned off, and the standing passersby told him — two sisters were brutally murdered. When Wen Nan arrived at the building’s entrance, the police line was already up, and a crowd of onlookers surrounded the entrance of the clothing building. He had been to this building a few times and knew there was a side door. When no one was looking, he slipped to the side door and sneaked in. This was a level 7 intermediate instance, and the police personnel on the map were not high-level NPCs. With Wen Nan’s current level, avoiding their notice was not difficult. Along the side door’s path, Wen Nan quietly climbed up and, nearing the top, saw a familiar figure at the stairway entrance. Yin Zhi’en was squatting at the stairway entrance, initially staring at the door not far away. Sensing someone approaching from behind, he turned around and waved vigorously at Wen Nan, signaling him to come over. Wen Nan approached Yin Zhi’en and squatted beside him in a hidden corner of the stairway, looking out at the scene inside the open door — It was the crime scene, not yet cleaned. From Wen Nan’s angle, he could clearly see the two sisters embracing each other, Lv Xiaohong lying on Lv Qingqing, holding her tightly, probably trying to shield her younger sister from the knives and swords with her body at the very last moment, but it was all in vain. They, like Zhao Wanting, were cut to pieces with sword blades. Mo Yu was right, as soon as Gan Tie took action, it was all assassination, this character was cold to the point of being inhuman. Of course, colder than Gan Tie was the mastermind behind him. Just as he was thinking, Yin Zhi’en beside him spoke up in a low voice, "Senior, it must be those people who attacked Professor Wang Yajun’s lab last time, the treacherous faction... They are probably starting to tighten the net now, aiming to defeat us one by one in this final main mission." Saying this, Yin Zhi’en gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly. Wen Nan’s gaze remained on those two dead characters at the crime scene, his face darkened. According to Mo Yu, the [Young Master] of the evil faction could determine a character’s identity through some method. Like those NPCs trapped in the equipment room, Wen Nan believed that with Wei Zhe’s team’s capabilities, they should have already determined that Zhao Wanting, Lv Xiaohong, and Lv Qingqing were from the neutral faction. The neutral faction, having no relation to the win or loss of the other two factions, even the evil faction had no reason to attack them. Moreover, to use chaotic swords, cutting them to death, one blade at a time. Was it because the three of them were suspected, or... simply because the three of them were related to Wen Nan? Thinking of this, Wen Nan sighed in his heart — no matter how high the level, how aggressive, how hard to take down a character may be, they are far less destructive than a player standing on the opposite side. Human nature is unfathomable. The opponent’s current way of closing in the net was undoubtedly a provocation against Wen Nan. Wen Nan was quite easygoing, coming here to complete romance strategy tasks, never wanting to get involved in disputes, nor would he actively stir up trouble. But, if people don’t offend me, I won’t offend them. If people offend me, Wen Nan will never swallow his anger. "For daring to make such a move on the women I’ve slept with, one should be prepared to pay the price." Wen Nan spoke softly, as if shouting a warning to the evil faction from afar. Sitting beside him, Yin Zhi’en turned his head at this time, seeing this senior who seemed a bit unserious before, suddenly felt his aura had changed significantly. Wen Nan ignored Yin Zhi’en’s gaze and focused on a countdown in his mind, quickly realizing that the time left for him was running out. Taking out his phone from his pocket, he quickly sent messages to Yang Mingzhong and Hu Jiayao. The moment before, the messages showed successful sending. The next moment, Wen Nan’s vision was plunged into darkness. As his body began to spin and fall, the familiar sensation made Wen Nan slowly curl his lips into a smile. His counterattack was officially beginning at this moment.