"Strategy?" Jiang Jingwei's eyes lit up as she gently rested her fingers on her chin, maintaining a poised demeanor. "Li Dongze is absolutely right—we do need a strategy. After all, we're an official organization, not mindless evil professionals. I have a plan." Evil professionals, surely, have better brains than you... though it felt rather awkward, the thought spontaneously emerged among the group. Li Dongze asked, "You have a plan? Go on." Jiang Jingwei replied, "We'll charge in—Teng Yuan and Yuan Shiyi lead the front, Guan Ya provides covering fire, and I'll strike at the right moment, taking them down one by one." This strategy was excellent—so good, in fact, it seemed as if no strategy had been devised at all... Zhang Yuancheng, thinking of his aunt, urged, "Commander, don't waste any more time." Li Dongze himself felt rather naive, having taken the initiative to ask the fire master about his strategy. He glanced around the group, speaking with calm clarity: "The enemy holds hostages. We can't make a direct assault—we must send in the night-wanderers, who excel at stealth But relying solely on Yuan Shi, it's likely dangerous to enter—Guan Ya, contact Yuan Ting and have him arrive as quickly as possible. "Good!" Guan Ya pulled out her phone and walked over to the side. Li Dongze continued, "The Night-Wanderer's ability to remain undetected is limited. Even if he enters the hospital, he will be spotted by the surveillance systems. Therefore, Wang Tai, prepare to infiltrate the hospital's monitoring system." Wang Tai immediately opened his computer and began operating it swiftly at his seat. Li Dongze then turned to Jiang Jingwei and Teng Yuan, saying, "We lack the ability to move stealthily. We'll stay here to draw the attention of Li Xianzong and the other perpetrators. I'll handle negotiations with Li Xianzong, aiming to delay him and divert his focus." At that moment, Guan Ya hung up the phone and whispered, "Captain Yuan says it will take fifteen minutes." Fifteen minutes… Li Dongze furrowed his brows, glanced at Zhang Yuanqing, and said, "We'll try to delay until he arrives. Don't rush—by yourself, you simply won't be able Teng Yuan Wang Taijing and several others shared the same stance. These villains had come specifically to target Yuan Shi, and their bold demeanor was both a challenge and a deliberate attempt to provoke—given Yuan Shi's status, any entry would surely result in certain death. Though somewhat disheartened, this was indeed the reality. Guan Ya suddenly recalled that Yuan Shi's younger sister was an intern doctor at Ping Tai Hospital, a detail he had mentioned during their last investigation into the spirit servant incidents. That explained his urgency—she thought to herself. Zhang Yuanqing sat in the car, closed his eyes, and remained silent, neither disputing Li Dongze nor expressing disagreement. While internally dissatisfied, he acknowledged that his colleagues' concerns were well-founded. He couldn't proceed impulsively, but that didn't mean there weren't other options. At that very moment, no one noticed a round, endearing infant spirit swiftly moving its limbs, climbing steadily toward the hospital, toward the administrative building now occupied by the villains. "Let's send the little darling ahead to scout the way and check on my sister," Zhang Yuanqing thought, already formulating his own plan—this was precisely where the spirit servants proved their value. The surveillance cameras can't pick it up, and ordinary spiritual travelers usually can't sense it either—unless one of the kidnappers happens to be a night-wanderer or a conjurer. But such rare professions wouldn't have this happen by chance. Even if they did, he wouldn't worry about the little comic being discovered, since this is a hospital—specifically, one filled with many spiritual beings. "What he just said wasn't meant for negotiation or to delay time—it was to gauge the other party's stance." Teng Yuan nodded. "Master Yuan-Shi, let's change our attire." Teng Yuan's style was more middle-aged, though Master Yuan-Shi's identity remained strictly confidential. Still, through regular interactions with official messengers, the rumor that Master Yuan-Shi is a young man might have already spread. Without knowing exactly how much information the other side holds, staying as authentic as possible was the safest course. Zhang Yuanqing had to temporarily divert part of his focus, quickly exchanging outerwear with Teng Yuan, and also handing over his cap and mask. Li Dongze picked up the walkie-talkie again, speaking in a steady tone: "Li Xianzong, your disturbance at Songhai—was it specifically aimed at Master Yuan-Shi?" Li Xianzong's cheerful voice came through: "With the large-scale killing quest about to begin, I'm rather low on resources. I'm borrowing someone else's identity to pick up a few items and make a show." It wasn't clear whether it was intentional or simply inherent—this person's voice was defiant yet carelessly laid on, as if Yuan Shi Tian Zun were a well-fed lamb about to be slaughtered, fully charged with provocation. Even Zhang Yuanqing found it irritating; Guan Ya was visibly annoyed, and the impetuous Jiang Jingwei gritted his teeth, his white teeth showing prominently. Indeed, it was clearly a mission specifically aimed at Yuan Shi. Li Dongze said nothing more, simply set down the walkie-talkie. Meanwhile, the lively, energetic one quickly crawled, wall-to-wall, eventually making it into the first-floor lobby. There, several bodies lay sprawled, their thick blood staining the floor tiles. People gathered around the elevator, the information desk, or crouched or lying down—over one hundred ordinary civilians. Some wept softly, others trembled, while others were furious but unable to speak. Two armed assailants moved steadily among the crowd, scanning the surroundings with alertness, occasionally pausing to chuckle and pat a young woman. Only two people are on the first floor. As long as they're not earth monsters, I can eliminate them instantly. Honestly, do they really think they've got me cornered? They've gone all out—now they want to die, let them die. Zhang Yuanqing, suppressing his anger, guided the little baby toward the second floor. Though still a newborn with sparse hair, the baby moved with remarkable speed. When they reached the second floor, the waiting hall was filled with hostages. The baby didn't pause, continuing straight up the stairs. The third floor was empty—either the people had been pushed there or had taken refuge during the chaos. Finally, the infant spirit reached the fourth floor. In the fourth-floor waiting hall, a middle-aged man with a thin frame held a gun in his left hand and a short blade in his right, his gaze sharp and stern as he commanded, "Crouch down with your heads down. Anyone who doesn't comply, I'll blow off your heads." The hostages complied, crouching with their heads bowed, trembling with fear. There was no aunt—she wasn't in the main hall... Zhang Yuanqing carefully scanned the medical staff and couldn't spot her aunt. Suddenly, a series of screams erupted from inside the obstetrics department. There were also two kidnappers on the fourth floor, and another one was still pulling people inside. Zhang Yuanqing felt her heart sink, guiding the lively, easygoing nurse quickly toward the interior. Her calm tone and steady expression gave Hua doctor a sense of reassurance, even though she wasn't sure where Xiao Jiang had drawn her confidence. At that moment, the office door was violently kicked open, the door slamming shut with a loud "thud," sending Hua doctor jolting and instinctively shrinking her body, her hands pressed tightly to her mouth. The man at the door paused for a few seconds, his voice rough: "Get out of here—don't make me shoot." Hua doctor went pale with fear. Suddenly, she felt Xiao Jiang gently press her shoulder, then, from beneath the desk, she emerged. The man at the door was broad-shouldered, with a shaved head and sharp triangular eyes, his expression fierce. Upon seeing the woman emerge from under the desk, his rugged face registered a moment of surprise, and his triangular eyes instantly brightened. He exclaimed, "Old Xu, look what I've discovered—haha, look what I've discovered!" "You've discovered that my mom's giving birth inside?" the outside robber replied with a grumble. "I've discovered a top-tier lady here." "The tall man vigorously rubbed his short haircut, eyes glistening with desire, excitedly saying, 'Wow, I never thought a hospital could have such a top-notch girl! You stay here and I'll take her first.' This woman wore a white coat, had a round face, refined features, and was immediately striking—becoming even more endearing as one looked at her, especially the tear-shaped birthmark on her right eye corner, which added a unique, delicate charm to her beauty. 'How top-notch exactly?' the slender man outside showed genuine curiosity. 'Honestly, just top-notch,' the tall man admitted—he clearly wasn't well-educated. Xiao Jiang... Dr. Zhao felt utterly hopeless. Who else would come to save them? Even if the security staff arrived, it would be much later. She couldn't help but lift her head and look at Xiao Jiang. The usually delicate young girl now, with her eyes half-closed, showed not a single trace of fear or panic." But at that very moment, her demeanor suddenly changed—she stepped back in fear, eyes glistening with tears, clutching her chest, delicate and vulnerable, speaking in a trembling voice: "Don't—don't come near me..." Send him to the main lobby, don't avoid the camera blind spots—otherwise, I can't guarantee the hostages' absolute safety." After ending the call, Li Xianzong picked up another radio and said, "The fish is hooked. Full alert." The fish is hooked. Full alert... In the obstetrics office, listening to the voice coming through the chest-mounted radio, he furrowed his brows, thought for a few seconds, then chuckled lightly and dismissed it as nothing. He wasn't Li Xianzong's subordinate; he had chosen to join in this act purely out of a desire for social revenge, not to hunt down that so-called Yuan Shi Tian Zun. After all, his life wasn't long anyway—he'd just let loose a bit before he died. The tall man inserted his pistol into his waist and, licking his lips, walked toward Jiang Yu Ei, saying, "I really like the way you looked just now. The way you were afraid was very appealing." At that moment, he suddenly felt a coolness on his shoulder, as if a block of ice had been pressed there. He instinctively reached up to feel it, but found nothing. Two seconds later, he lost his vision. With no hesitation, the tall man wildly dodged, using his body to shield the searing flames and directing them to expand, transforming into surging waves that swept across the office. He did this to guard against potential close-range ambushes by enemies. Suddenly, a sharp pain struck his chest, and he clearly felt his flesh being torn apart by something. This pain was familiar—he knew it well from bullets piercing his body—but he hadn't heard a single gunshot. The pain returned again and again, as bullets struck his chest in succession, tearing his heart into fragments. At that moment, his "blinded" state vanished. He stared in astonishment toward the desk, where a young man stood—black and red burn marks now visible on his face, hands, and chest—holding a large-caliber pistol with a dark red casing. Standing before the female doctor, he had taken the flames in his own body, his gaze cold as he said, "I like the expression on your face now. Your final moments will be even more appealing."