Manipulative Harem God

"....May I ask on what grounds the NSA deems his release necessary?"

"..."

Cai Wenxi's smile thinned, but she maintained her composure. "Long Tian is involved in a matter of national security that requires his particular skills. His detention here, while understandable, poses a risk to a critical ongoing operation."

Du Yun'er's expression hardened as she considered the potential implications of Cai Wenxi's request. Her gaze lingered on the holding area where Long Tian was detained, contemplating the situation.

Turning to face Cai Wenxi with a skeptical look, Du Yun'er measured her words carefully. "I hope your chief is aware that misusing his position for personal gains is not only unethical but also illegal. My master won't take such actions lightly."

"!"

Cai Wenxi stiffened momentarily, the gravity of the accusation sending a chill down her spine.

Du Yun'er master— who doesn't know, who is it?

The Chief General of the army!

However, Cai Wenxi quickly composed herself, shaking her head. "I trust the chief's judgment and integrity," she asserted firmly, her voice steady despite the doubts.

"Fine, take him away," Du Yun'er finally conceded, her tone resolute.

She handed over the necessary paperwork to release Long Tian but not without a stern caveat. "However, let this be clear: if I find him breaching the law again, I will ensure justice is served directly. No amount of influence from your chief or anyone else will save him then."

"..."

Cai Wenxi's expression darkened as a wave of unease washed over her. Inside, she trembled with confusion. Why on earth was the Vice-chairman of the Martial Arts Association involved in this?

"I understand..." she replied mechanically, stepping into the interrogation room to release Long Tian. Yet, her eyes couldn't help but dart suspiciously towards Zhang Wei.

'How is it that he's always around whenever trouble brews?' Cai Wenxi wondered, her curiosity piqued.

She also pondered Zhang Wei's curious relationship with the NSA chief—how had he managed to secure a special agent card, and why was he now seemingly in league with Du Yun'er?

Dismissing these distracting thoughts, she focused on her immediate task.

"You're really going to let him walk free? I thought you were a champion of justice?" Zhang Wei murmured, standing beside Du Yun'er as they watched Long Tian and Cai Wenxi drive away.

"Humph!" Du Yun'er snorted sharply, her irritation palpable as they stood on the roadside watching the car disappear into the distance. "The NSA chief is blatantly misusing his authority," she stated, her voice tinged with frustration.

Although she felt capable of confronting the NSA chief directly, she knew it was a delicate situation, especially given his high rank and achievements for the country.

Zhang Wei nodded, a plan forming in his mind. "Since you feel powerless, I'll take a closer look at them." He declared, causing Du Yun'er to narrow her eyes in suspicion.

"What are you planning to do?" she asked, her tone laced with doubt.

Zhang Wei flashed a reassuring smile. "Why worry? They're both martial artists, so I'm not breaking any rules..." In the next moment, he transformed into a shadow and vanished, his form swiftly pursuing the Porsche that carried Cai Wenxi and Long Tian.

"..."

Du Yun'er watched as he disappeared into the darkness, her frown deepening. Normally, she would be concerned, but today her frustration over the events overshadowed her worry.

Deciding to take a step back, she resolved to rest for the day.

Meanwhile, Zhang Wei kept a vigilant chase behind Cai Wenxi's car.

He hadn't forgotten that he now possessed a means to counter Du Yun'er—an ace up his sleeve.

He too was an agent of the NSA!

'Doesn't that mean Du Yun'er can't touch me either?'

The thought alone brought a mischievous chuckle from Zhang Wei.

The realization that he, too, wielded some untouchable status within the complex power filled him with excitement.

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Screech!

Outside the grand gates of the Chen family estate, Cai Wenxi brought the black Porsche Cayenne to an abrupt halt.

Whoosh!

She turned sharply to Long Tian, who sat beside her with a stoic, troubled expression etched across his face.

"Don't disturb me again," she stated sharply, her words breaking through the tense silence in the car, causing Long Tian to furrow his brow in annoyance.

Why was it that today of all days, everyone seemed intent on lecturing him?

"I know..." he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with a mixture of defiance and suppressed rage.

The humiliation he had suffered today gnawed at him, fueling a deep, simmering urge for retribution.

If not for the fact that any rash action might reveal his identity and ruin his carefully plotted revenge, he might have lashed out violently.

Click!

Cai Wenxi unlocked the doors with a flick of her wrist, and Long Tian mechanically pushed his door open.

"Sigh.."

He stepped out into the cool evening air, his departure almost a relief to Cai Wenxi, who let out a quiet sigh as the tension in the car dissipated with his exit.

She then drove away, the road before her sparsely populated, allowing her mind to wander just slightly.

Before long, a lavishly illuminated mansion loomed into view.

" ♫ ♫ ~"

"♪ ♫~~"

The estate was alive with activity; luxury cars were neatly arrayed outside, and the mansion itself was bedecked in elegant lights and sophisticated decor, clearly prepared for a grand affair.

....

This was the residence of retired General Jun!

Today marked his birthday, and she had initially attended with Zhang Ming.

However, in between the ongoing celebration, she received an urgent call demanding she extract Long Tian, necessitating her abrupt departure from the event since it involved Du Yun'er.

"..."

Cai Wenxi parked her car away from the throng of guests, finding solace in a secluded corner of the parking lot.

She let out a deep, weary sigh.

Truth be told, she was not at all eager to rejoin the festive chaos.

In a way, the emergency with Long Tian had provided a welcome escape from Zhang Ming's company.

"..."

The thought of her upcoming marriage clouded her usually bright expression with a shadow of gloom.

Opting for some respite in her temporary solitude, she decided to remain outside, choosing to wait for Zhang Ming to find her after the party concluded, rather than venturing back inside.

Tap...

Tap...

Yet—Sitting there in the car, enveloped in silence, became increasingly oppressive.

After a mere ten minutes of solitude, her patience frayed, and she reached for the glove box.

Click!

Flipping it open, she revealed a shining bottle of whiskey, a temporary escape gleaming under the dim light.

"..."