The metal detector showed he was clean, with no weapons, but some fear was etched in his bones, especially towards these notorious guys.

So a more detailed check was needed, but fortunately, the man was cooperative.

Except for... the brown cowboy hat on his head.

The hat was too small, seriously mismatched to the size of his head. It would fit a child, but on this man, it looked awkward.

"Let him in," a young voice said from inside. It was a woman.

The man formally fastened the strap under his chin that secured the cowboy hat, glanced sideways at the guard who had just tried to force an inspection, then turned and walked into the room.

The room was simply furnished: a large table with a woman sitting across from it. The woman was probably in her early twenties, with a pure appearance, but her eyes were not to be underestimated.

There was a chair opposite the table, the kind with a back, but it was hollowed out, perhaps to prevent him from pulling any tricks.

The man unceremoniously walked over to the chair prepared for him and sat down, looking up with a smile. "Good afternoon, Miss Xia Meng."

He casually glanced around, and after seeing some of the hidden arrangements, he couldn't help but shrug. "I came with sincerity, Miss Xia. You don't need to be so nervous."

Compared to the man's casualness, Xia Meng seemed much more formal. Her upper body was tense, her eyes fixed on the man's face, not daring to relax for a moment. After a moment, she replied, "When facing Crimson Two, one can never be too careful."

"And," Xia Meng said coldly, "don't call me Miss Xia. I'm representing the Xia family in this negotiation."

The man raised his eyebrows and feigned surprise. "If I can't call you Miss Xia, what should I call you? Xia family's busybody?"

Xia Meng didn't dwell on this question. The Crimson people were all mentally unstable, and she had no chance of winning on such bizarre topics.

After all, who could win an argument with a madman?

Xia Meng was well aware of the danger these guys posed. She shouldn't have agreed to meet so hastily, but the price the man offered was too hard to resist.

"Let's get straight to the point," Xia Meng said, adjusting her emotions and asking in a calm, clear voice, "What do you need us to do in exchange for revealing the Night Watcher mole planted within our Xia family?"

"The Night Watchers captured Number Four. We need your help to rescue him." At this point, the man's tone became more formal, hinting at a negotiation.

"Crimson Four was captured by the Night Watchers?" Xia Meng frowned. "When did this happen?"

"Two hours ago," the man replied. "They've sealed off the mountains near Greystone Town and dispatched several capture teams composed entirely of A-level members. Operation code name: Watch."

"Why didn't we receive any information about such an important operation?" This was what Xia Meng really wondered. Logically, their people in the Night Watch...

"Your people have been purged. The information you currently possess is only what they want you to have," the man said.

Although the information provided by Crimson Two had not yet been confirmed, the Xia family had indeed been repeatedly restricted in terms of intelligence recently, which had led to several major operation failures and significant losses.

Putting this together with the information she had gathered recently, it was certain that there was a mole in the Xia family's high command.

Although she was eager to find the mole, Crimson Four was not so easy to rescue. The Night Watchers and Crimson had fought for so many years, and this was the first time she had heard of a formal member being captured alive.

Who knew what shocking information could be dug out of Number Four's mouth.

Moreover, the information blockade was so tight that it clearly showed they didn't trust the Xia family.

"I really want to know who the mole is, but we can't help with this," Xia Meng said, shaking her head. "I don't even know how we could help."

"And there's one thing I want you to understand. No matter what our relationship with the Night Watchers is, it's our internal affair. But you're different. After all, you're our common enemy."

"If the Night Watchers were to find out that we, the Xia family, are doing business with you Crimson, especially something like rescuing Crimson Four, the situation would become very troublesome."

"Is there no room for negotiation?" The man exhaled and said in a pitiful tone, "I'm still Number Two, can't you make an exception? It would be embarrassing to go back empty-handed."

Xia Meng shook her head.

"Ah—!" The man stood up unsteadily, shaking his head as he held onto his cowboy hat. "Then there's no choice. Miss Xia, since you're so unreasonable, I'm afraid I'll have to make you suffer a little."

"Besides..." The man narrowed his eyes and said softly, "You never intended to negotiate. You just wanted to get information for free; otherwise, you wouldn't have arranged for Gong Zhe to rush back."

The negotiation broke down, and several people walked out from the corners of the room, staring coldly at the man. The door was also pushed open, and the corridor was filled with guards.

The cowboy man was nonchalant and not in a hurry. He glanced at the two people standing in front of Xia Meng.

One was a burly man in his forties with bronze-colored muscles, looking very troublesome.

The other was a young woman in her early twenties, looking quiet and well-behaved, dressed like a student, with a pair of pitiful eyes.

"Only these two are worth looking at." The man stroked his chin, and after speaking, he craned his neck and commented, "Miss Xia, you don't think you can take me down with just two A-levels, do you?"

Xia Meng retreated while replying in the same tone, "Of course not, Mr. Two. They only need to hold you back for a moment. Uncle Gong will be here soon."

A few seconds later, the man suddenly laughed, waved his hand, and said, "Everyone, don't be so nervous, okay? Relax. Let's all..." The man snapped his fingers, "dance together."

After speaking, he tapped his toes, closed his eyes, and twisted his hands along with his waist, slowly keeping the beat.

It was hard to say whether the dance was good or bad. It seemed to touch on every kind of dance. After watching for a long time, one felt as if they were merging into it.

A strange scene appeared. Except for the two people in front of Xia Meng and Xia Meng herself, everyone else dropped their weapons and started twisting along with the dance.

"What... what's going on?"

"My legs! My legs won't listen!"

"Don't... don't point the gun at me!"

...

The people twisting to the rhythm were panicked, but it was more like their bodies were controlled by the melody, but their minds were not.

"Don't look at him!" the bronze-muscled man shouted. "You'll be drawn into his rhythm!"

But he was clearly too late.

Hearing this, the cowboy man, lost in his own world, tapped his feet and spun a nice circle to the side of the student-dressed woman.

The woman was clearly wavering, her body trembling constantly, her lips bitten until they bled, her remaining sanity still holding on.

Seeing this, the cowboy man smiled, reached out and patted the woman's butt, and said in surprise, "Hey, not bad, huh?"

The next second, the woman finally couldn't hold on and started dancing uncontrollably.

Just as the cowboy man licked his fingers with lingering interest and turned to look at the muscle man, the muscle man's expression froze, and then, as if he saw something even more terrifying, his eyes were filled with fear.

"Smack!"

"Hey, you're not bad either."