The sight in the hidden compartment caused Jiang Daode's brain to enter a brief vacuum.

Feng Bujue was sitting on a chair inside the compartment, with a laptop in front of him.

"You… you… how…" Jiang Daode stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"A few days ago, I infiltrated the homes of each of your mistresses," Feng Bujue said, standing up from the chair and approaching Jiang Daode step by step. "I originally just wanted to collect some of your DNA samples as evidence to expose your identity, but… during the search, I made an unexpected discovery…"

As he spoke, Jiang Daode retreated step by step out of the room and back into the chairman's office.

Feng Bujue followed, saying as he walked, "I discovered that in each of your mistresses' homes, you had set up such a hidden compartment…" He paused. "Heh… don't look at me like that. It's not surprising… I'm professionally trained and very sensitive to building structures. I can spot those secret rooms and the like with just a visual and pace assessment."

As he spoke, Brother Jue walked into the chairman's office outside, glanced at Ouyang Jian and Kujo respectively, and raised his hand in greeting. "At the time, I understood…" he continued, speaking to Jiang Daode, "You are a person who has no sense of security in your life… Even though you have lived as Jiang Daode for twenty years, you still can't change the habit of having multiple escape routes."

After saying this, Feng Bujue unplugged the phone line on Jiang Daode's desk and then said with a smile, "And habits… reveal a lot of information. It was easy for me to deduce… that there must be such a hidden room for you to hide in at your office." He smiled and pointed to the entrance of the hidden room, "As a result… it was just as I expected."

"Hmm… the fingerprints and DNA needed to open that room were obtained from his mistresses' homes, right?" Ouyang Jian interjected thoughtfully.

"That's right," Feng Bujue replied. "The secret rooms in his mistresses' homes are all set up the same way as this one."

"So… you infiltrated this building this afternoon after leaving my office and hid in that room to wait?" Ouyang Jian asked again.

"Yes," Feng Bujue responded, then looked at Jiang Daode again. "If Mr. Jiang still remembers, you should recall… that after drinking a cup of coffee brought in by your secretary this afternoon, you felt a sudden discomfort in your abdomen and then went to the toilet for more than half an hour."

"You… you were able to drug my coffee?" Jiang Daode exclaimed in surprise.

"Heh… it was as easy as pie…" Feng Bujue replied in a relaxed tone. "I put the laxative in… the sugar cubes… in the cabinet… under the coffee grinder… in the secretary's office… on this floor." He paused for half a second. "If you want to ask… why I would know the approximate time you drink coffee, and whether you add sugar, and how many cubes of sugar…"

"You deduced it when you were investigating his mistresses' homes, right?" Ouyang Jian interjected before Jiang Daode could speak.

Hearing this, Jiang Daode suddenly turned to look at Ouyang Jian, gazing at the latter with a mixture of surprise and suspicion.

"Heh… no need to be so surprised, Mr. Jiang," Ouyang Jian said with a smile. "Since our great writer Feng has searched your residence thoroughly…" He glanced at Brother Jue. "Then not to mention the habit of drinking coffee… how much food you eat in a meal, how you squeeze toothpaste when brushing your teeth, how many hairs you lose when washing your hair, or even how many sheets of toilet paper you use when taking a dump… he can know everything."

"Just as Ouyang Jian said…" Half a second later, Feng Bujue quickly took over the conversation and said to Jiang Daode, "That's exactly the case…" He took a few more steps forward and tapped the cigar box on the table twice with his fingers. "Also… you should understand now why I would know that there is a recording cigar hidden in your cigar box, right?"

"You…" Jiang Daode said, belatedly realizing, "You took advantage of the time I went to the toilet…"

"Bingo~" Brother Jue snapped his fingers and then explained, "According to my estimation… someone as cautious as you must have a few tricks up their sleeve. So… after finding the entrance to the hidden compartment, I didn't rush in, but instead carefully checked your office first… just in case." He looked up at the wall on the other side of the chairman's office. "Sure enough… I found a camera behind that painting over there."

Jiang Daode didn't respond. At this point, he wouldn't be surprised no matter what secrets Brother Jue revealed about him.

"And the footage from that camera will naturally not be transmitted to the security room…" Feng Bujue continued. "In fact, I did sneak into your security department's monitoring room and saw… that in this entire building, except for the public areas, all the office areas are also equipped with cameras, but only your chairman's office is the exception…" He chuckled softly. "Heh… so where would the footage from this camera be sent? The answer is obvious…" As he spoke, Brother Jue patted Jiang Daode's computer on the desk. "Mr. Jiang… you really are a very insecure person, and this… can be used by me."

"You… you also tampered with the video…" Jiang Daode's tone was lifeless as he said this.

"That's a must," Feng Bujue said. "Since you've installed such a camera, it shows… that every time you leave this office and return, you will quickly check the video to confirm that no one has sneaked in during this time." He tilted his head and smiled, then said, "This afternoon, you were in severe abdominal pain, so you left in a hurry and didn't lock the screen in time, which saved me the trouble of cracking the password… When I came in, the computer's screen saver hadn't even started, so I could use it as I pleased."

"So you intercepted a section of the monitoring footage, changed it to loop playback, and kept covering it until the few seconds before you entered the compartment," Ouyang Jian followed Brother Jue's train of thought and added.

"Yes~" Brother Jue nodded and then looked at Jiang Daode. "And when our Mr. Jiang returned to the office, he must have immediately opened the video and checked it at high speed. However… under the premise that no one has entered, the picture is static, and even if you slow down and look carefully, you may not be able to find the splicing point of the video. Looking at it like that… you undoubtedly won't be able to see any flaws."

"It seems… Mr. Jiang never dreamed…" Ouyang Jian said with a smile, "That in fact, someone… had already sneaked into his hidden compartment used to deal with emergency situations five or six hours ago."

At this point, everyone fell into silence for a few seconds.

A few seconds later, Brother Jue looked at Jiang Daode and said, "Okay, Mr. Jiang, who will soon become Mr. Feng again, I've explained almost everything that needs to be explained." He stretched out a hand and made a "please" gesture. "This bet… are you convinced that you lost?"

"Lost?" Jiang Daode's eyes flashed, and he snorted coldly. "Did I lose?" As he spoke, he moved a few steps to the side and began to untie his tie.

"Oh dear… what are you going to do?" Feng Bujue said with a mocking smile, following the other party to the more open carpet in the middle of the room.

"What do you think?" Jiang Daode moved his neck from side to side.

"Hmm… considering that the soundproofing effect of your chairman's office is as good as the hidden compartment next door, shouting for help outside the door probably won't work very well," Feng Bujue analyzed in a pretentious manner. "And turning around and running away… is obviously not a good idea. With this distance between you and me, if you turn around to open the door, I'm afraid you'll be knocked down before the door is opened…"

Brother Jue licked his lips and frowned. "Then… your choices are really not many." He looked up and down at Jiang Daode, who was moving his limbs and joints, and smiled. "Heh… looking at you untying your tie and cuffs, and making some meaningless warm-up exercises with a murderous look on your face, could it be that you want to fight me?"

"Aren't you going to slap me?" Jiang Daode said, striking a pose in a decent manner. "I want to see who slaps who…"

"Mr. Jiang, I have to remind you," Feng Bujue said. "I have thoroughly investigated you… I know that you have a karate purple belt and that you specifically went to learn it after obtaining your current identity. I made the bet based on knowing this."

"Hmph… bluffing is just wasting your own time," Jiang Daode said with a ferocious expression, raising his momentum a bit. After all, this bet was related to his future life, and even a desperate struggle was better than sitting and waiting for death.

"Mr. Kujo," Feng Bujue smiled noncommittally and turned to look at Kujo. "How long is there until the five-minute time limit…?"

Kujo's eyes were always fixed on the pocket watch in his hand, and he answered almost the moment Brother Jue asked the question: "Seven seconds… six, five…"

When he said the word "seven seconds," Jiang Daode felt that he had already won. In less than seven seconds… what could he do? Even if you brought a KGB agent, you might not be able to subdue a purple belt karate expert in such a short time, right?

Besides, what Brother Jue said was "slap him a few times," not "knock him to the ground" or "punch and kick him a few times"; so seven seconds was not enough no matter how you thought about it.

However…

At this moment, Feng Bujue's figure flickered and disappeared directly from the sight of Jiang Daode and Ouyang Jian.

At this moment, Kujo's eyes changed slightly, but his expression remained cold and calm, and the countdown in his mouth did not stop: "Four, three…"

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Daode's body twisted in an extremely strange posture and slowly knelt to the ground.

During this process, a black shadow kept flashing around Jiang Daode's body, and there were constant muffled sounds of fists hitting flesh and crackling sounds of joints being hit…

"Two, one… time's up," Kujo finished counting.

Feng Bujue's figure reappeared.

Jiang Daode fell to the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face, his body twitching slightly, and the expression on his face… as if he had picked up a bar of soap in front of several strong men an hour ago.

That kind of shock, fear, pain, and hopelessness made his heavily plastic-surgeried face extremely distorted.

"Mr. Feng," From this moment on, Kujo changed his address for "Jiang Daode," "I think you should understand even without me saying… that you lost."

"ke… ka… ah…" Mr. Feng's mouth made a few syllables, but he couldn't speak. Even if he could speak now… he wouldn't know what to say.

Kneel and beg for mercy? That's useless. Mr. Feng knew best… that in front of the Gambling Emperor Zhai, no matter who it was or what method they used to plead, they could not stop them from collecting gambling debts. Even if the winning party took the initiative to say that they no longer needed the losing party to repay, the Gambling Emperor Zhai would not stop the execution of the debt collection.

Twenty years ago, when the real Jiang Daode lost his life… he had also begged for mercy, but he broke his head, and it didn't change his ending.

It was the miserable state of that Jiang Daode before his death that made Mr. Feng feel uneasy for the past twenty years…

Because he always understood in his heart… that he was still essentially that "hooligan Xiao Feng," a professional gambler.

At the age of twenty-five, he was always swindling and cheating, petty theft, and going in and out of detention centers was commonplace. Until one day… he met a young boss from Korea in an underground casino.

That night… his life changed.

That rich second generation Jiang Daode was actually a member of the Gambling Emperor Zhai. But… his gambling skills were not much better than the average person. After being won all the money on his body by Xiao Feng, Jiang Daode, emboldened by alcohol, proposed a separate bet and called in a "supervisor."

So, an opportunity was placed in front of Xiao Feng… and he seized it.

Gambling… is like that. When Jiang Daode lost his "life," he sobered up. From shock, to anger, to fear, to sadness… those twisted, hateful, sad, and pitiful aspects of human nature were vividly displayed by that dying person.

After that night, "hooligan Xiao Feng" disappeared. Half a year later, he became the current "Jiang Daode."

In the twenty years since then, he used other people's wealth, education, appearance… and his own intelligence, as well as some less honorable means, to create a career. He got everything he dreamed of… money, women, social status, and he even thought about getting involved in politics.

Unfortunately… all of this was still a "dream," a dream that should have belonged to someone else.

When the dream ended, he looked back on these twenty years, and a trace of happiness welled up in his heart… because this dream had been long enough and beautiful enough. Even if he had to face death after waking up, he no longer had any regrets.

"Are you leaving?" A moment later, Kujo looked at Feng Bujue and said.

"Yes, I still have things to do," Feng Bujue said. "I'll temporarily 'deposit' the life of 'Jiang Daode' with the Gambling Emperor Zhai, is that okay?"

"Yes, contact us whenever you want to use it," Kujo replied.

"As for this person…" Brother Jue glanced at Mr. Feng on the ground. "How are you going to deal with him?"

"It's not difficult to restore his identity," Kujo replied. "As for the details… Mr. Feng doesn't have to worry about it."

"Heh… I can probably guess a little bit," Brother Jue responded with a smile, then said to Ouyang Jian, "What are you still dawdling for? Do you want to stay for a midnight snack?"

"I…" Ouyang Jian didn't seem to have recovered from the scene just now. "Do you really have superpowers?"

"What did you think?" Brother Jue asked rhetorically.

"Of course, I thought you were just talking nonsense with me as usual…" Ouyang Jian's voice grew louder and louder, because the more he thought about it, the more outrageous this matter became. "Just now I was thinking… whether you were going to put on a show and then pull out pepper spray or a stun gun or something… but you directly performed an Instant Hell Murder…"

"Heh… well, I'll tell you in detail on the way back," Feng Bujue just smiled awkwardly. It was rare for him to see Ouyang have such an uneasy expression.

As they spoke, the two walked towards the door.

Just before they were about to go out, Kujo suddenly said, "Mr. Feng… before you leave, I would like to remind you as an individual…"

"Oh?" Brother Jue tilted his head and looked back. "Mr. Kujo, what advice do you have?"

"People like 'us'…" Kujo replied coldly, "It's not that we can't attack ordinary people, but… before we do, it's best to think carefully… whether it should be done, whether it's worth it."

Hearing this, Feng Bujue was silent for a few seconds and replied solemnly, "Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Kujo. Feng will… definitely keep it in mind."