"Let's leave after this firework display is over," Chen Fan immediately said upon hearing the middle-aged man behind him. "The view is so beautiful right now. I don't know if I'll get to see fireworks again when I come here to sketch next time."
After speaking, Chen Fan turned his head, his expression one of a student artist stunned by a beautiful landscape.
This was actually the most crucial part of Chen Fan's mission.
From Chen Fan's perception, this middle-aged man was at least at the Nascent Soul stage, possessing the ability to sense true energy over a wide area.
Chen Fan's mission here was undoubtedly to act as a distraction for the special forces, to tie down the strongest presence in this area.
That was precisely this middle-aged man in Chen Fan's perception.
"Then sketch away. I'm leaving!" The middle-aged man, after reconfirming Chen Fan posed no threat, prepared to turn and depart.
However, at this moment, seeing the middle-aged man about to leave, Chen Fan directly addressed him.
"Uncle, please stay with me. I'm afraid of the dark."
Chen Fan also put on a genuinely fearful expression.
The middle-aged man looked at Chen Fan, and for reasons he couldn't fathom, he agreed.
"Then I'll see how good your painting is!" the middle-aged man said to Chen Fan.
Perhaps the middle-aged man also found the scenery beautiful?
Perhaps after days of uneventful happenings, he had let his guard down?
These were things Chen Fan needed to know. For now, Chen Fan only needed to know that the middle-aged man was successfully being held back.
With the middle-aged man successfully detained, Chen Fan was genuinely happy.
This meant one less major threat for the special forces.
As time dragged on, the middle-aged man, listening to Chen Fan's words, gradually became immersed in the atmosphere.
Chen Fan's words were indeed pleasant to hear and suited the middle-aged man's aesthetic.
However, in the painting, Chen Fan had deliberately avoided the areas that should have been painted with detail, which puzzled the middle-aged man.
"Look, this should be painted here, why did you put it below this point?"
Chen Fan, hearing the middle-aged man's question, directly replied.
"Uncle, our teacher taught us not to strive for perfection in everything, to always leave some room. The more perfect something is, the more flaws it will reveal."
Hearing Chen Fan's words, the middle-aged man.
He pondered for a moment as if struck by inspiration, then suddenly stood up and said to Chen Fan.
"Right, young man. After hearing what you said, I have a bad feeling. I need to attend to something urgent. May I come back to watch you paint later?"
The middle-aged man said to Chen Fan.
At this moment, Chen Fan laid down his final brushstroke. As the last stroke was made, he heard the voice of the special forces captain in his earpiece confirming the completion of the operation.
Turning his head, Chen Fan saw the middle-aged man, who had already spoken and was about to leave without waiting for Chen Fan's reply.
"Uncle, it's too late!"
Hearing this, the middle-aged man abruptly turned around and immediately looked at Chen Fan.
"What did you say was too late?"
Chen Fan looked at the middle-aged man and then unleashed his own aura, directly suppressing the middle-aged man.
"You... you..."
It was then that the middle-aged man realized that Chen Fan's strength had always been superior to his.
He had simply never revealed it, nor had he ever given any indication.
Looking at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground, suppressed by his aura, Chen Fan slowly approached and whispered into his ear.
"Qian Chuan Wu, I have checkmated you in this game!!!"
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's eyes widened, and he immediately fell unconscious.
In fact, on the night in the hotel, Chen Fan had already commissioned an independent intelligence agency he had established in Huaxia. This agency, being more comprehensive than the archives of Sector Thirteen, had investigated all the information on Kong Gu Yong. He learned that Kong Gu Yong had a strategist-like figure named Qian Chuan Wu. This led Chen Fan to engage in a mental battle with this strategist, aiming to sow seeds of doubt and concern in his mind.
Looking at the unconscious Qian Chuan Wu, Chen Fan saw no reason to kill him. After all, this person had been incredibly kind to Chen Fan while he was in his student persona. Chen Fan had even considered resorting to force if Qian Chuan Wu had refused to watch him paint. Perhaps it was due to Qian Chuan Wu's own considerations that he had spared his own life.
Chen Fan then used a specialized device from Sector Thirteen to extract the appearance he had implanted in Qian Chuan Wu's mind. Although this device was quite advanced, Qian Chuan Wu would still recall the face of the university student he met tonight if he saw Chen Fan again. However, by then, it would all be too late.
After extracting the memory from Qian Chuan Wu, Chen Fan rapidly moved towards Kong Gu Yong's private villa.
According to the information from his earpiece, the surveillance room and all hidden sentries had already been neutralized by the special forces. The only remaining threats were Kong Gu Yong himself, who was taking a bath, over twenty Golden Core stage zealots, and the patrol guards in the rear courtyard.
Chen Fan immediately instructed three armed helicopters to position themselves at the exit of the zealots' quarters.
The cannons of the three armed helicopters, along with mounted Gatling guns, were sequentially deployed at the main entrance from which the zealots would emerge.
At this moment, Chen Fan vaulted into the inner courtyard.
The members in the surveillance room and the special forces personnel lurking outside with rifles and ammunition awaited, ready to prevent any escapees.