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To ensure enough security for both parties, the Capital Commandant went alone, after all, it was just across from the hotel.

Therefore, the adjutant only brought a tool person with him.

As for how many people each side had arranged around the area, that was unknown; anyway, the meeting went relatively smoothly without a scenario of each side drawing guns and opening fire without a word.

It was just that when he saw the male waiter, the Capital Commandant's expression was noticeably strange: "It's you."

The male waiter immediately had a strange sense of déjà vu, as if he had just met the adjutant at the Radiant Corps' headquarters, and the latter had expressed a similar sentiment.

As if him being here was such a rarity.

What about him? Was there a problem?!

So, the male waiter calmly lifted his chin and said in a lowered voice, "Yes, it's me."

As he spoke, he remembered his mission, his gaze subconsciously surveying the other's vital points, silently searching for a spot where he could strike a lethal blow or break through the defense.

The Capital Commandant regained his stoic face, but his muscles tensed quietly, his fingers curling slightly, and he suddenly became sharp and dangerous!

The male waiter jerked into full awareness.

The adjutant on the side sensed the change and, before things could spiral out of control, pulled him back with a full head of black lines.

This guy probably hadn't realized that the Capital Commandant had likely already pegged him as the spy who stole the map and was hiding in the Five-star Hotel.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

As the instigator of all of tonight's events, his notoriety was undeniably high.

Doctor Kong, what a clever move!

The adjutant cleared his throat to break the eerie atmosphere and said seriously, "Let's not waste time, I believe District 10 must have received the news, too; there is an Alien Army lurking on the northern border, eyeing the empire covetously."

The Capital Commandant glanced at this former subordinate of his and said with a sneer, "They are but a few ants on the border, not worth District 10's attention. The Radiant Corps has grown complacent, to be scared by ants like this."

Was he probing to see how much they knew?

The adjutant, not taking offense at the remark, chuckled and said, "If it were just the border, that would be one thing, but what if Green Mist and the Ninth District were involved as well?"

The Capital Commandant's expression suddenly turned dark.

And what if the Radiant Corps, which was also poised to strike, was involved as well?

For District 10, this was a real situation of being attacked from all sides. If their information was not as updated, when the time came, five separate forces would collide!

But the Capital Commandant had anticipated the Ninth District's trickery, and the Radiant Corps had discovered the other three forces.

Thus, the current situation allowed both parties to negotiate peacefully.

...

...

Third floor of the Five-star Hotel.

Xu Shuo woke up right on time.

The Special Envoy was standing by the window, gazing at the restaurant across the way, her expression inscrutable.

When she sensed the movement on the sofa, she leaned against the windowsill with an air of a queef after the fact, her severe and powerful queenly aura evident as she said leisurely with a smile, "Awake?"

If it weren't for the mess in the room and the lingering smell of blood in the hotel, it would have been quite a scene.

The chaos that ensued after the second blackout was even more brutal and terrifying than the first.

At that moment, to create enough chaos, Manager Zhang and the courtesan attacked everyone in the lobby indiscriminately, causing multiple severe injuries and deaths, with only those hiding in their rooms escaping the carnage.

The rich scent of blood spread from the first floor to the third, leaving no place unstained, rendering the night exceptionally eerie.

And this night was destined to be recorded in the annals of the empire.

Xu Shuo turned his head to look at her.

In the instant their eyes met, dark as lacquer, the Special Envoy suddenly had a strange illusion, but in the blink of an eye it seemed it was just her own illusion.

Shot in three places, she had not had time to stop the bleeding a second time, and without the Special Envoy's miraculous tools to maintain the condition of the wounds, Doctor Kong's situation indeed appeared to be much worse than hers.

It was quite an achievement that he could stand up at all now.

Xu Shuo's mouth curved slightly upward; that gentle and refined doctor was, as always, not the slightest bit disheartened by his current predicament.

"Being a doctor is indeed a high-risk profession," the Special Envoy remarked, watching him.

"I've been psychologically prepared since I became a doctor, especially for those of us with higher medical expertise. We must be even more aware of this," Xu Shuo said softly.

"You sure know how to praise yourself," the Special Envoy laughed.

"Excessive modesty is another form of arrogance."

"All right, you're correct. So, Doctor Kong, with your excellent medical skills, did you notice anything odd before you fell unconscious?"

The Special Envoy spoke as she walked over and sat down on the sofa opposite him; her chest wound seemed not to hinder her movement anymore.

Xu Shuo shook his head helplessly: "At that time, I was focused on treating the wounds. I didn't notice anything else, or I would have certainly begged for mercy to let me finish before anything else."

The Special Envoy raised an eyebrow: "But if you had seen his face, I doubt you would have survived."

"That is true..."

The attacker hadn't killed anyone, perhaps because he hadn't exposed his own identity; otherwise, he wouldn't have let the people in the room go so easily.

In fact, the Special Envoy was somewhat curious: was the attacker also an agent sent from District 10 to investigate her?

After all, it seemed from the scene that the attacker had been searching for something in the room, and the Special Envoy's only secret was her identity as a spy from the Ninth District.

But her spy list had already been taken by the previous agent. This new attacker had left no clues, and they could not determine his motives.

It could only be considered an unsolved case.

Xu Shuo removed the hastily applied bandages by the soldiers and treated the wounds anew, employing both his acupuncture and ancient medicine.

He wasn't exaggerating; Doctor Kong, with ten years of medical experience and having traveled to various countries for study, was indeed an exceptionally skilled physician. Not only did he understand the obscure ancient medicine, he was also quite knowledgeable in modern medicine.

Anyway, he was much better than Chen Chu.

If Doctor Chen Chu had this kind of experience, he wouldn't have been driven to madness by Luo Kun.

After treating the wounds, Xu Shuo then turned his attention to the outside world.

"Did the Capital Commandant capture the attacker?"

"As always, they didn't catch anyone, but I suppose they are now preoccupied with other matters," the Special Envoy commented derisively, then her gaze shifted outside the window.

"Other matters?" Xu Shuo looked puzzled.

There were two more soldiers standing guard in the room, but they didn't seem to restrict the topic of the conversation, still not sparing a glance in their direction.

So the Special Envoy spoke without hesitation: "It seems like a war is about to break out. The fleeing deputy came to seek negotiations with the Capital Commandant. I've noticed some changes in the troops arranged around the hotel."

Anyway, her mission had already failed, and now she was just waiting for the game to end.

Xu Shuo's eyes flickered slightly: "They've come for negotiations, huh..."

Then, the last move in this chess game must be all set.

In the restaurant across from the hotel, the warm yellow light cast three figures on the floor-to-ceiling windows, the Capital Commandant, the deputy, and that person with the pot-lid haircut.