The Master’s Mask Unveiled Again
Chapter 696 - Chapter 696 Chapter 695 Got any energy left

Chapter 696: Chapter 695: Got any energy left?

Bring it on!

Chapter 696: Chapter 695: Got any energy left?

Bring it on!

Wang Xintong stared deeply at the martial arts training ground and, upon seeing Lu Mian swinging a fist at Mo Fan, she couldn’t bear to watch and turned her head away, leaving with a box in her arms.

The box belonged to Sikong Jian; it was not very big, about the size of a shoebox.

She took the initiative to help move things from the original room to the new one.

This high-ranking individual had condescended to move from a luxurious independent suite to a common team member’s room, which made Wang Xintong very curious.

Later, when she learned that he had moved to the room next to Lu Mian, she thought it over and seemed to understand something.

When she brought it over, the door to the room was open.

After knocking several times, Wang Xintong took the initiative to enter and even closed the door behind her.

The room was nearly tidy.

Sikong Jian sat at the desk, sorting through a stack of documents with what seemed to be a cheerful disposition.

Wang Xintong’s mood lifted as well, “Mr.

Sikong.”

She called out softly, “Where shall I put this box?”

Sikong Jian placed the folder on the bookshelf and turned to see the box in Wang Xintong’s hands, his brow furrowed.

Hadn’t he said he would fetch it himself?

Why was someone else handling his belongings?

“Put it on the table,” his voice was slightly cold, but fortunately, he was not someone who lost his temper easily.

“Then I’ll help you organize it,” she offered.

Clearly misreading Sikong Jian’s displeasure, Wang Xintong proceeded to open the box, intent on helping Sikong Jian put everything in order.

The man’s eyes suddenly narrowed.

“No need!” In the midst of speaking, the man had already moved swiftly towards her and almost forcefully snatched the box away.

In Wang Xintong’s hands, only the lid of the box remained.

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Her hands hung in the air, and she stood there, feeling wronged.

“I’m sorry, I-I was only trying to help you put things away…” She didn’t know what the box contained to warrant such a severe reaction.

His indifferent and frigid demeanor almost seemed to freeze her in place.

Wang Xintong carefully handed over the lid she was holding, and after he took it, he quickly covered the box, blocking the view she had been trying to peek into.

Sikong Jian placed the box carefully in his room’s safe, and upon looking up to see Wang Xintong still present, he asked, “Is there anything else?”

“I…” Wang Xintong’s voice trailed off and she hung her head low, “Mr.

Sikong, please don’t be angry with me.”

“If there’s nothing else, get out.”

“I…

I do have something!” Wang Xintong slightly steadied her emotions, her gaze shifting subtly as she said, “Mr.

Sikong, in these two days that you’ve been here, you must have gotten familiar with the staff at the office, right?”

“Hmm.”

“The investigation in the office had been going smoothly until recently when it seemed to hit a standstill with no progress.

It’s unclear when the truth will emerge.” She continued lamenting to herself, facing Sikong Jian’s increasingly impatient gaze and promptly got to the point.

“Originally, Coach Ke proposed a plan, but Miss Lu said it was the wrong approach and everyone became somewhat lost.”

Sikong Jian raised his eyelids slightly, his somber and silent gaze seeming to ask “So?”

Wang Xintong sighed, “Mr.

Wa was fed some experimental medicine by Mr.

Sun Hui before, you know about that, right?

It seemed to have something to do with Lu Mian…

and Mr.

Sun Hui’s network was attacked after Lu Mian arrived as well.”

After understanding her point, Sikong Jian leaned back in his chair, propped his legs up on the desk, exuding an untamable and sinister presence.

“You suspect Lu Mian is a spy?”

Wang Xintong did not respond, but in her heart she thought, You moved next to Lu Mian’s room because you found something suspicious, didn’t you?

Otherwise, why leave a perfectly good room to live in these plain quarters?

“Mr.

Sikong, this case is so crucial, and maybe because I’m a woman, my intuition is more accurate.

I’m not making final judgments on anyone, just expressing my own doubts…”

Sikong Jian interrupted her mid-sentence, this time not even affording Wang Xintong another glance.

“Before you suspect others, make sure you do your homework.”

In this office, anyone could be a spy, except for Lu Mian.

Wang Xintong argued, “Mr.

Sikong…”

“Get out.”

Wang Xintong was ruthlessly driven out of the room.

She cast a deep glance at the room next door, Lu Mian’s room, then swiftly headed towards the computer room with haste.

Mr.

Sikong wants evidence, right?

She can just take it out!

aEUR”aEUR”

At the martial arts training ground.

Lu Mian, with an expressionless face, landed a punch on Mo Fan.

Mo Fan’s originally stable horse stance was instantly disrupted as he was forced to retreat several meters.

He clutched his chest, his gaze shaking as he coughed and looked at Lu Mian a few times.

“Good strike!” he gritted his teeth, “Still got energy?

Come at me again!”

“No need.”

Lu Mian moved her wrists around, losing interest after the punch.

She thought Mo Fan could take a beating, but with only twenty percent of her strength, his stance was already wavering; it wasn’t fun.

Wa Zhiqi, eager with fists ready, prepared to take over, “Miss Lu Mian, are you out of energy?

My turn, my turn, I still have plenty!”

Lu Mian’s gaze shifted to Wa Zhiqi, a spark of interest in her eyes.

Why not…

“Alright then, Team Wa, I’ll train with you!”

Wa Zhiqi immediately agreed, “Now you’re talking!”

Mo Fan: !!!

Did he now lose even the qualification to be a human punching bag?

Mo Fan, feeling wronged, pulled a mask out of his pocket, put it on, and squatted on the ground with movements so practiced they were heart-wrenching.

It was Mo-style self-isolation time.

Meanwhile, the excited discussion between Wa Zhiqi and Lu Mian reached his ears.

“Miss Lu, Mo Fan said I still can’t control my strength, and I’m scared…”

“Don’t be afraid,” Lu Mian tapped Wa Zhiqi’s shoulder and, like a big grey wolf, led him to the center of the training ground and said gently, “Don’t worry, if you can’t take it, just call it quits.”

Wa Zhiqi nodded repeatedly, “Right, right, right, you definitely have to say something, don’t hold it in!”

Mo Fan pinched a pebble, somehow feeling that these two weren’t quite on the same page.

Lu Mian and Wa Zhiqi stood facing each other.

At this moment, inside Wa Zhiqi’s heart was raging passion and excitement.

He was still fantasizing about what would happen if he defeated Lu Mian; his own mental ranking would need an update.

Lord Mo, himself, Lu Mian, Mo Fan.

Rising to second place on the list, second only to Lord Mo, reigning above the Guardian God of Wucheng, his swagger would be even more pronounced.

However, the fantasy lasted for only two or three seconds.

When a fierce punch came his way, Wa Zhiqi saw the excitement in Lu Mian’s eyes growing more and more intense.

He shuddered quickly.

The two were now entangled in the fight.

After a couple of glances, Mo Fan lowered his head, feeling his heart was just like the iron sand on the ground.

No need for a breeze; it dispersed on its own.

Half a minute later.

A heavy body staggered and fell right in front of Mo Fan.

Mo Fan stood up abruptly, his impassive face showing a trace of protest.

His circles were ruined!

Soon, he heard Wa Zhiqi’s voice frantically calling with raised hands.

“I was wrong!

I was wrong!

No more fighting!”