Xu Mu didn't rush to follow them. The hotel was only a little over ten floors high, well within the 200-meter range of his perception. He could sense everything clearly.
After waiting about five minutes, Xu Mu detected Chai Wang and a woman entering a luxury suite on the top floor.
When the woman took off her trench coat and mask, Xu Mu finally saw her face—Song Luoluo, a popular actress.
She had previously endorsed Lin Yan's weight-loss pills and was known to be on bad terms with Shen Wanning.
Clearly, this was a secret rendezvous—no bodyguards outside, which made it easier for Xu Mu to sneak in.
He put on his mask, cap, and sunglasses trio, then walked casually toward the hotel lobby.
Abroad, this outfit might attract suspicion—but in the safe and orderly Dragon Nation, the receptionist and guards didn't even bat an eye.
Xu Mu, now well-trained in all the techniques of an assassin, exited the elevator on the 10th floor and continued up the stairs to the 16th-floor top level.
He already knew there was a camera aimed at the stairwell exit.
Carefully opening the stairwell door just enough, he ensured it couldn't record him.
Crack!
He used his Gang Qi to destroy the camera, then quickly made his way to Chai Wang's room.
Activating the Concealment Barrier, his body shimmered with prismatic light—his clothes and even his phone now hidden under the technique's veil.
Once fully cloaked, he knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
Song Luoluo's voice came from inside. She opened the door slightly, wearing her mask again.
Xu Mu slipped in quietly, standing silently to the side.
Song Luoluo peeked into the hallway, saw no one, then closed and locked the door.
"Godfather, there's no one."
"Then come in."
Chai Wang sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, cigar in hand, glancing over at her.
Xu Mu stood silently nearby, taken aback.
So Song Luoluo's "godfather" was Chai Wang?
No wonder she was so popular—it was clear who had propped her up.
"Godfather," Song Luoluo said softly, sitting opposite him, "I'm pregnant."
Xu Mu immediately raised his phone and began recording—this was explosive material.
"Whose child?"
Chai Wang's expression didn't change. He had made plenty of women pregnant before—this was nothing new.
There was no shortage of beautiful women in this world.
Why should his company invest in her specifically?
For talent? Acting skills?
He almost laughed. Among the most famous stars, how many actually had acting ability?
To Chai Wang, everything boiled down to one truth:
"You do what I tell you to do—and I'll make you famous."
"Godfather, what are you saying?" Song Luoluo cooed. "I've never let any man touch me except you."
"Bullshit! Without introductions, you'd never have met me. Why do you think they introduced you?"
Chai Wang gave her a cold look.
"Don't think fixing your hymen at the hospital can fool anyone."
"Godfather, the child really is yours…"
She lowered her head, barely daring to breathe.
Chai Wang, an old fox, saw through everything—he just didn't bother exposing her lies.
Her career had started with small crowd scenes, until a deputy director noticed her looks.
He offered her a supporting role—if she became his "girlfriend."
She agreed without hesitation. Her dream was to be a star.
After a few roles, a senior agent took her under his wing—again, by becoming his mistress.
Through that agent, she was introduced to Chai Wang, the entertainment tycoon.
"You have two choices," Chai Wang said calmly.
"First, abort it.
Second, I'll find you a male celebrity to marry."
"I don't want to abort it… it's our child, after all."
She glanced up pitifully at him, then lowered her head again.
Chai Wang didn't buy it for a second.
Our child? What was she after?
His love? His wrinkles?
Of course not. She wanted his power.
If she aborted, she'd lose her leverage—her only card to ensure he kept supporting her.
But if she gave birth, Chai Wang would have no choice but to protect her and the child.
"Fine," he said flatly. "When we're back, I'll arrange three male celebrities. You can pick one."
"And since you'll be spending less time with me soon… let's have one last night together."
"Alright," Song Luoluo smiled coyly. "Godfather, go take a shower first."
"No need. You clean me up."
Chai Wang grabbed her chin roughly.
Xu Mu, still recording, sighed internally.
His arm was starting to ache from holding the phone so long—he only needed a few minutes of footage; that'd be more than enough leverage.
But then—he froze.
What the… it's over already?
Chai Wang exhaled proudly.
"Ah… what a fierce battle that was!"
"Godfather, you're amazing!" Song Luoluo said with exaggerated admiration. "You're the strongest man I've ever met."
Xu Mu nearly laughed out loud.
That line deserved an award.
"I'm old now," Chai Wang said, chuckling. "Back in my day, I was ten times stronger."
Xu Mu blinked.
Ten times? That'd still just be a minute, old man.
At this point, even his own villain physique could outlast that.
Still, he couldn't blame him—not everyone was born with a body stat nearing 1,000 Physique points.
Just then, Chai Wang's phone rang.
He picked it up, glancing at the caller ID.
"Mr. Fang."
Xu Mu's eyes narrowed, moving closer to listen.
"Master Chai, how's your progress with the Xu Family?" came Fang Chu's voice.
"Not easy. Our companies don't overlap much. If we want to steal their business, we'd have to build everything from scratch."
"I'll come find you—I have a plan."
The call ended abruptly.
"I have to go," Chai Wang said, getting up. "I'll send you photos of the three actors later."
"Godfather, make sure they're handsome!" Song Luoluo called after him.
He waved dismissively and left.
When she went to shower, Xu Mu quickly walked over, tapped her phone to stop it from locking, and made a call to his own number to save her contact info before deleting the record.
He scrolled through her phone—photos, videos, all normal—until he spotted a private folder.
A sly grin spread across his face.
There might be something juicy in there.
If he gathered enough dirt, he could turn the tables—blackmail Chai Wang and make Fang Chu the fool instead.
Just then, Xu Mu's phone lit up with an incoming call—thankfully, he had it on silent.
He glanced at the screen.
Chen Xuan.
Don't tell me that woman found him again…