Chapter 65
The Cleaners Group and the Lighthouse Society
The following morning.
Natural light streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains.
Chen Yu woke up on the large bed in the master bedroom.
He slept fully clothed, without even taking off his black windbreaker.
The reason is simple: I'm too tired.
He was busy until two or three in the morning last night before he got back to his room.
But the real reward still ended when the full-length mirror in the hall was smashed.
Chen Yu yawned, sat up, and glanced around the room.
The three women had already woken up.
Shen Qingci sat on the old sofa opposite the foot of the bed.
Li Mengyao and Lin Yue sat next to Chen Yu.
"Awake? How was your rest?"
Li Mengyao was the first to notice Chen Yu opening his eyes, so she was the first to ask him with concern.
Lin Yue had put her heavy down jacket back on, completely covering her figure and face.
She did not speak.
Shen Qingci also got up and walked to the bedside: "We've been waiting for you, Junior Chen Yu. It's a complete mess outside..."
Chen Yu rubbed his temples: "What's going on outside?"
Shen Qingci smiled and said, "We'll find out when we go out and take a look. It seems that someone has organized a roundtable meeting."
"Um."
Chen Yu looked at Lin Yue beside him: "Can we leave today?"
"Yes, that's fine, just go slowly."
Lin Yue spoke softly, her voice low and delicate.
Chen Yu stretched his limbs and said calmly, "Then let's get ready and go downstairs."
The group quickly finished packing.
Shen Qingci and Li Mengyao planned to support Lin Yue, one on each side.
But Lin Yue refused.
Open the door to room 204.
Less than two seconds later, the door to room 205 next door also opened.
"?"
Zhang Longqi and Liu Zixuan quickly came out, both looking even more listless than the night before.
"What a coincidence..."
Liu Zixuan greeted him awkwardly.
Shen Qingci nodded: "Yes, good morning, Junior Brother Zixuan."
Li Mengyao pouted.
It was obvious to everyone that these two were eavesdropping at the door, waiting for Chen Yu to come out before daring to follow him out.
Zhang Longqi had dark circles under his eyes and bruises on his face that hadn't faded, looking utterly miserable: "Um... I heard that among the organizations participating in this mission is the Cleaners Group from Haicheng."
"A cleaner?"
Chen Yu raised an eyebrow, "Never heard of it."
Seeing Chen Yu's expression, Zhang Longqi whispered, "Brother Yu, these people are nominally security guards, but they're actually gangsters! They're involved in loan sharking and forced demolitions; they're not to be trifled with..."
Li Mengyao asked curiously, "How do you even know this?"
Zhang Longqi was speechless: "I went out for a walk this morning, and everyone received an invitation to the roundtable meeting at noon. I was just passing on the message to the car owner!"
Chen Yu said "Oh," and then asked, "Besides them, what about the other seven teams?"
Zhang Longqi waved his hand: "I don't know about that..."
Chen Yu nodded: "Let's go, let's go check out the restaurant."
The group walked through the somewhat oppressive corridor and down the stairs.
We haven't even gotten close to the restaurant yet...
The sound waves rushed towards us.
"Dead...all dead, Ah Jie, Xiao Lu, Wang Ying...they were dragged out of the room right in front of me, all dead!"
"There's no way to stop it; just looking at that thing makes your legs go weak!"
"Damn it! This is awful, I shouldn't have come to this lousy game! It's like being in a horror movie!"
The huge restaurant was now packed with people.
Most of the survivors from last night, except for a few who may still be hiding in their rooms, have gathered here.
At a glance, there were probably about twenty people.
They stood or leaned against each other, their faces filled with terror, forming small circles in groups of three or five.
In the center of the restaurant, there is a huge dining table.
There are eight chairs, which correspond to eight car owners, and seven of them are already occupied.
Six men and one woman.
Seated at the head of the table was the same short-haired man with a cigarette dangling from yesterday: "Hey, you're finally up, little brother? We've been waiting for you!"
As expected, he was the car owner from the Cleaner Group that Zhang Longqi mentioned.
As he finished speaking...
All eyes at the table naturally turned to Chen Yu.
"Yeah, I thought you guys were too scared to come to the meeting~"
"Judging from your appearance, you're still students, right?"
"Hehe, it's good to be young, you can even sleep soundly in a place like this..."
Discussions arose around them, but they all revolved around Li Mengyao and Shen Qingci.
"Hey, stop crying! Look, that's definitely a beauty!"
"Damn it! Do you need to tell me? With that figure, even if she's ugly in the dark, so what?"
"Instead of thinking about these lewd things, you should think about how you're going to survive!"
Although both women were wearing masks, their figures could not be concealed, and they still attracted a lot of stares.
But they were used to it and didn't make a fuss about it.
Chen Yu casually pulled out a chair and sat down: "If you can't wait, you don't have to. Who said this task requires cooperation?"
The man with the cigarette and buzz cut stiffened, his eyes darkening. "Oh? Well, it seems you haven't figured out the situation yet, little brother? Heh heh..."
Beside him.
It was a middle-aged man wearing glasses, sitting upright: "Seventh Team, from the Acting Department of Haicheng Film Academy, your name is Chen Yu, and you're the strongest fighter, right?"
Chen Yu frowned.
Zhang Longqi quickly stepped forward: "Brother Yu, this morning... they were collecting information. I mentioned the organization's name and the car owner's name, but I didn't say anything about having the strongest fighting force!"
Liu Zixuan quickly corroborated, "Yes, yes! Brother Yu! I swear to God, I never revealed your abilities..."
Chen Yu remained silent.
The middle-aged man introduced, "This is Li Hairong, the head of the third department of the Cleaner Group. His talent is the S-class weapon [Wolf Fang Hammer]."
"And me."
He adjusted his glasses: "I am Sun Xueming, the president of the Lighthouse Society."
"Lighthouse Academy?"
Shen Qingci frowned: "Haicheng's elite club, whose members are top scholars, engineers, and artists from various fields, is rumored to have an entry threshold as high as 170..."
She was saying this to Chen Yu, of course.
In particular, he was reminded that the group of middle-aged people behind Sun Xueming were not ordinary passengers.
Chen Yu nodded after listening: "So, the minister and the president will be in charge here?"
He said this without keeping it a secret, and his voice wasn't quiet either.
Sun Xueming shook his head slightly, a hint of composure in his smile: "Chen Yu, that's not quite accurate. It's not about taking charge of the overall situation, but rather...establishing order in extreme circumstances!"