Chapter 2506: 2507: The Last Resort

Chapter 2506: Chapter 2507: The Last Resort

Lin Yi’s sudden words echoed, startling Caie Mitsui.

Her body stiffened, her heart raced, and she didn’t know what to say.

“Mr. Lin…”

Lin Yi leaned back in his chair, staring into Caie Mitsui’s eyes, his voice heavy.

“Where are you going?”

Lin Yi repeated softly, causing the hairs on Caie Mitsui’s body to stand on end.

“I… I want…”

Summoning immense courage, Caie Mitsui tried to clarify her thoughts, but Lin Yi’s gaze made her feel entirely uneased.

Those deep-set eyes seemed like knives, stripping her layer by layer. In front of him, no secrets could be hidden.

“I… I want to leave. This way, you’ll be safe.”

“Do you really think I need a woman to get me out of this mess?”

“But there’s no other way now,” Caie Mitsui said softly.

“So you believe turning yourself in will help?”

“I have records of dealings with prominent figures. If they refuse to release you, I’ll expose everything. Worst-case scenario, we’ll go down together. I’ve already made up my mind.”

“If your solution worked, I would have used it long ago,” Lin Yi said.

“Right now in Japan, the situation is far more chaotic than you think. The ones truly controlling the matter aren’t even the Sunrise Landese. Even if you hand over the confidential information, it won’t change anything. The ones who suffer will be the Mitsui Group and Japan’s authorities, but it won’t create anything positive for the current situation.”

Caie Mitsui froze in place.

This was something she hadn’t anticipated.

“I… I know I was wrong. I won’t think about these things anymore,” Caie Mitsui said, pouting like a child who had been caught misbehaving.

“Sleep; it’s not dawn yet,” Lin Yi said gently.

“Got it.”

Lin Yi gently took hold of Caie Mitsui’s hand. The warmth of his palm calmed her considerably, and she soon fell asleep.

Lin Yi closed his eyes as well, but his brows furrowed deeply.

He was more aware than anyone else of the danger that lay ahead.

Ghost, Night Ghost, and various overseas organizations were all searching for him.

And none of these foes were easy to deal with.

Any one of them alone could match up to the Central Guards Brigade.

Only now did he realize that last year’s Panem crisis was nothing compared to this.

This time, Lin Yi wasn’t sure how long he could hold out.

Danger seemed ready to erupt at any moment.

Because those people aren’t fools.

Suddenly, Lin Yi opened his eyes. Outside the car window was the pitch-black night.

It was like a massive block of black ice, tightly wrapping them inside.

Lin Yi couldn’t be sure whether, when dawn broke, some monstrous flood would come crashing down.

Lin Yi narrowed his eyes halfway and muttered to himself:

“There’s only one way left.”

…

In Zhong Hai, on the Jing Lu Expressway, a red Honda Type-R was speeding toward Zhong Hai.

Gradually, the car entered the city and its speed slowed down.

The man in black sat inside the car, wearing his unchanging black jacket, his entire body tightly wrapped.

This time, his face was no longer hidden behind a clown mask, but a black face mask and sunglasses.

Following the thinking of the people in China, a person dressed like this would attract police attention, even if they’d done nothing wrong.

The man in black seemed to understand this and intentionally avoided crowded places most of the time.

But it was hard to tell whether he was avoiding the police or bustling crowds.

Buzz—buzz—buzz—

As the car entered the city, a buzzing sound echoed inside it.

The man in black maneuvered the car into a small alley and stopped at the roadside.

Carefully, the man in black reached into the nearby armrest compartment and retrieved a white box, gently opening it to reveal his phone inside.

Though it was an older model, it still looked brand new.

The sticker on the back of the phone, depicting Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, had slightly yellowed but was still fine.

The man in black connected the call. The speaker’s voice was hoarse, as though someone’s hand was strangling them, devoid of emotion or inflection.

“You should’ve arrived in Zhong Hai by now.”

The man in black lightly tapped the screen.

Once, to confirm.

“Her details have all been sent to your phone. Bring her back as soon as possible. Keep in mind, her security is absolutely no joke. Be cautious during the operation; we can’t afford any mistakes.”

The man in black tapped the phone again, responding to the other party.

“I trust your work as always. Go and handle it. Try to return soon; there’s still pressing business waiting for you in Japan.”

Likewise, he tapped the screen once more.

The call ended, and the man in black opened his email.

About three minutes later, he had firmly committed its contents to memory. Only then did he put the phone away.

But in the process of putting it away, he repeatedly polished it, meticulously and carefully, treating it as though it were a precious artifact.

Not until there wasn’t a single fingerprint left on the device did he put it away.

Having tidied everything up, the man in black restarted his Type-R and headed for Ji Qingyan’s house.

…

Inside Ji Qingyan’s home.

Qin Han, Gao Zongyuan, Liang Jinming, and He Yuanyuan were all gathered there.

This incident enveloped them in a sense of déjà vu, even of dread.

Last year’s Panem crisis felt eerily similar.

“Is there still no news?” Ji Qingyan asked softly.

Over two months had passed since Lin Yi left.

Ji Qingyan’s belly had grown larger; she was in the late stages of her pregnancy, with barely a month left until her due date.

But her condition was far from what one might hope for.

She was awake every night until dawn, suffering from intense headaches but daring not to take medication, forcing herself to endure.

“President Ji, this situation is my fault. I should never have approached Lin Bro,” Gao Zongyuan said apologetically.

“Please don’t say that,” Ji Qingyan replied:

“This was an order from above. Even if you hadn’t come to him, he would have gone. That’s the kind of person he is.”

The group fell silent again. Qin Han and Liang Jinming stood off to the side, chain-smoking.

Though they said nothing, their hearts were heavy.

The Ocean Symphony Cruise had been their initiative.

Now, with everything that had happened, they couldn’t shake the feeling that they had harmed Lin Yi, becoming accomplices.

“Alright, everyone, try not to worry too much. He made it through such a huge ordeal last year; he’ll pull through this time too,” Ji Qingyan said in reassurance.

“Sis…”

He Yuanyuan said:

“Why are you the one comforting us now?”

“Maybe we’ve just been overthinking it. When they’re out on missions, their phones are often off. Not being able to reach them is pretty normal.”

“You all go ahead; I’ll stay here a while,” He Yuanyuan said, addressing the three men.

The three men exchanged glances and, without lingering, left Ji Qingyan’s house, their minds weighed down.

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