Chapter 537: Sitting Waiting for Doom?

Xinxue didn't care at all that this remark was meant to rebut herself; her eyes lit up immediately: "You mean you can tell which district these people come from based on their faces?"

Jiang Tang nodded rather cautiously: "Generally speaking, there's no problem."

As the words fell, the eyes of everyone else in the office instantly brightened!

What Xinxue said earlier was also correct; in their eyes, foreigners all look the same.

But in Jiang Tang's eyes it's not; that's enough.

Ailin also reacted: "I'll immediately call over the few guard team members following me and have them give a detailed description of the attackers' appearance!"

Seeing Cheng Shuili nod, she immediately sprang into action.

Soon, the people arrived.

Several people chattered away, and soon they described the attackers' looks in perfect clarity.

Ailin was still a bit dazed: "Do they really look like that?"

A gorgeous girl in the guard team smiled brightly, patting her chest: "Captain, I've been exceptionally sensitive to faces since childhood; I never forget a face! My description will be absolutely flawless—I guarantee not even the position of a tiny mole on their faces will be wrong!"

After hearing that, Jiang Tang furrowed her brows, thought for a moment, then imitated her by patting her chest: "That means there are people from the Northern District, the Southern District, and the Eastern District."

The office fell silent for a moment.

Xinxue blinked: "Wait, the Eastern District?"

Jiang Tang nodded: "Yes, the Eastern District."

She looked at that gorgeous guard team girl: "The third person you just described has single eyelids, high cheekbones, thin lips, and a somewhat square jaw. Those features are typical of someone from the northern part of the Southern District."

The girl blinked, seemed to recall, then nodded: "Yes, that person really does look like that."

"And the fourth person," Jiang Tang continued, "has big eyes, deep double eyelids, a high nose bridge, and somewhat dark skin. That's characteristic of the western part of the Eastern District."

Xinxue was utterly bewildered: "So the attackers who assaulted Ailin are made up of people from three districts? Among the four districts—east, west, south, north—there's nobody from the Western District; isn't this just like shouting 'there's no silver here' while burying three hundred taels?"

Ailin frowned: "But they clearly look like a gang; though their coordination is poor, they're obviously acting together."

Cheng Shuili said nothing from start to finish, just listening.

Jiang Tang looked at her, somewhat uncertainly asking: "Boss, is what I said useful?"

Cheng Shuili finally spoke, voice calm: "Very useful."

She looked at the guard team girl: "What's your name?"

The girl, flattered and startled, replied: "I'm Lin Xiao, Boss!"

"Lin Xiao," Cheng Shuili nodded, "can you draw the features of those people you just described?"

Lin Xiao blinked, then nodded vigorously: "I can! I'm decent at drawing."

What talent.

Cheng Shuili looked at Lin Xiao's eyes, shining with excitement, and added in her heart:

Indeed, she's talent.

People with eidetic memory are already rare; those who can not only remember precisely but also describe and draw accurately are even more exceptional—like phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

Placing such a person in the guard team is truly a waste of talent.

But Cheng Shuili said nothing, just nodded: "Go ahead and draw. Send it straight to Jiang Tang when you're done."

Lin Xiao acknowledged, turned to leave, but Cheng Shuili called her back.

"Wait."

Lin Xiao turned back.

Cheng Shuili looked at her, tone calm: "Don't talk about today's events outside. If anyone asks, just say you came to report what happened during the attack. Understand?"

Lin Xiao blinked, then nodded firmly: "Understood, Boss, you can relax!"

She left.

The office grew quiet again.

Everyone exchanged glances, each understanding the other's meaning.

"It's definitely the Western District pulling the strings."

"What a clever ploy! If it succeeds, Ailin and Guang Hui die; if it fails, their people survive and retreat unscathed, suffering no loss. And if anyone dies, they'll all be from other districts—who would blame the Western District?"

Chen Qing Shan suddenly spoke, voice hoarse: "So Guang Hui… was also killed by them?"

The office fell silent for a moment.

Everyone looked at him.

Chen Qing Shan sat in the corner, his hands clenched tighter, knuckles whitening to near transparency.

His eyes grew redder, dense blood vessels crawling over the whites.

"Guang Hui…" he opened his mouth, voice sounding as if squeezed from deep in his throat: "Who killed Guang Hui? Was it these people?"

No one could answer him.

Ailin was attacked, she left a live witness, and uncovered a clue.

Guang Hui was killed, leaving nothing behind but an incomplete voice message and a gray profile picture.

Chen Qing Shan waited a few seconds, got no answer, and lowered his head again.

Xinxue opened her mouth to say something, but Jiang Tang grabbed her.

Cheng Shuili stared at Chen Qing Shan for a long time, then shifted her gaze to the window outside.

The sunlight was fine, shining on the distant buildings, bright and dazzling.

Cheng Shuili turned her head, speaking seriously: "Western District. The Northern District people, the Southern District people, the Eastern District people—all three districts are represented, only the Western District is missing."

Xinxue snapped: "Isn't this obvious? They deliberately left out the Western District to make us think it has nothing to do with them. But the more they do that, the clearer it is that the Western District is behind it!"

"Exactly—being able to mobilize people from three districts at once and have them coordinate actions surely means someone behind the scenes is unifying them. If not the Western District, who could have such capability?"

"Their move is truly clever; even if we suspect the Western District, we can't produce any evidence."

What more evidence do we need?! They all sent people to kill our people, and they're even boasting like this on the World Channel! If we don't do something, won't we just become soft persimmons, letting people look down on us?

Hmph, that's easy to say. They've brought this matter to the World Channel just so everyone can see our reaction! If we act without distinguishing right from wrong and suddenly attack some faction, that's exactly the reason they'll use to condemn us!

So we're just going to do nothing? Chen Qing Shan jumped to their feet, voice raised: 'Guanghui died! Ailin almost died too! Are we just going to sit here analyzing over and over? Doing nothing!'

He turned his head to look at Cheng Shuili, his eyes red-rimmed: 'Lao Da, say something!'

The office fell silent.

Everyone looked toward Cheng Shuili.

Cheng Shuili leaned back in the chair, her face showing no expression.

Cheng Shuili leaned back in the chair, her face showing no expression. She fell silent for a moment, then finally said: 'The guide is right—if we act out of anger, we'll just be playing into their hands.'

Chen Qing Shan froze, disappointment welled up on their face, and for some unknown reason they quickly came to their senses, hope flared in their eyes: 'Lao Da, you're not someone who just waits for death, you definitely have a plan, right?'