Following this, the mid-level manager at Xingyao Entertainment who had previously provided Su Yuqing with inside information was found "committed suicide by burning charcoal at home due to excessive pressure." A so-called "suicide note" was left at the scene, filled with regret and suicidal thoughts.
One after another, vibrant lives were either on the verge of death or severely threatened. The other side was telling them in the most direct and bloody way: Shut up, or this will be the end!
The pressure weighed heavily on Su Yuqing's shoulders. The safety of her team members, the preservation of evidence, the public disclosure of the truth… every decision was incredibly weighty. Her superior also made a encrypted call, his tone somber, informing her that the "inquiries" from higher levels and the resistance were increasing, demanding that she "act cautiously and, if necessary, suspend the investigation."
Suspend? How could that be! Lin Chen was still lying in the ICU, his life hanging in the balance; Xiao Zhao was in critical condition; Chen Kai's studio was destroyed; the informant was "forced to commit suicide"... So much bloodshed and sacrifice—could it just end like this?
Late at night, Su Yuqing was alone in the safe house, the curtains drawn tight. Before her lay a printed copy of some of the core evidence; behind the cold numbers and records lay the blood and tears of Lin Chen and countless other young people swallowed by Starfall. On the table lay a photograph of the tattered manuscript of "Starfall," a work filled with his desperate monologue, recovered from Lin Chen's encryption device.
"If the song is destined to drown in the torrent of power and money…
If the price tag for the soul is eighty-seven million…
What can this broken shell fight for? [...]"
Looking at these words, Su Yuqing could almost feel Lin Chen's heart-wrenching pain and struggle. He fought to the very last moment, almost paying the price with his life. Now, it was her turn.
She picked up the encrypted satellite phone and dialed a rarely used, absolutely reliable number.
"It's me, Su Yuqing." Her voice was calm and firm. "I've decided to activate the 'Dawn' contingency plan." "
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then a steady male voice said, "Have you thought this through? This means there's no turning back. You and your team will be exposed to the greatest risk."
"I've thought it through." Su Yuqing looked at the tattered manuscript of *Starfall* and said, word by word, "Someone has already lit a torch with their life. I can't let it go out in the darkness. We must let the dawn shine in."
Hanging up the phone, she began methodically organizing the chain of evidence to be released and drafting the press release. She knew that when this information was made public, it would trigger an unprecedented tsunami. And she and those around her would be in the eye of the storm.
The bloody warning failed to make her back down; instead, it strengthened her resolve to go all in. The darkness before dawn is the deepest and most dangerous.
The activation of the "Dawn" contingency plan meant that Su Yuqing and her team would no longer rely on conventional release channels, but would instead conduct globally synchronized information disclosure through a pre-set distributed server network maintained by international hacker allies. This would maximize... To the best of their ability, they prevented content from being blocked or altered by a single force.
The atmosphere inside the safe house was heavy as iron. Final verification was underway. Evidence was categorized and presented in easily understandable long-form graphic text, timelines, and screenshots of key documents. Su Yuqing's personally written core report, every word carrying immense weight, meticulously exposed the complete chain of Xingyao Entertainment's activities—money laundering, power-for-sex transactions, mind control, and violent coercion—all under the guise of star-making. It directly named key figures such as Lu Tianyu and President Liu, as well as some officials who colluded with them.
At the end of the report, she quoted fragments from Lin Chen's unfinished poem, "Starfall":
"...What can this broken shell fight for?
For those throats that can no longer sing,
For those souls that have been priced and sold,
For those who, in the darkest hour, still believe in the existence of light."