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Zhan Lingfeng reacted the fastest, immediately signaling his men to restrain ‘Fox’.

Fox had initially put on an act of righteous indignation, ready to accuse Gu Nanyan of betrayal. But once surrounded by Zhan Lingfeng’s men, he dropped the pretense.

In that moment, his true demeanor surfaced—languid yet exuding the intimidating aura of someone in power. He adjusted his cuffs and swept a glance around, causing the approaching bodyguards to freeze in place.

The bodyguards looked to Zhan Lingfeng for guidance.

Zhan Lingfeng gestured for them to stand down.

Fox, his eyes curved in amusement, studied Gu Nanyan with undisguised curiosity. "I’m intrigued. Where did I slip up? How did you figure out I was Meng Li?"

"You don’t actually think you’re clever, do you?" Gu Nanyan narrowed her eyes and countered. "Your flaws are everywhere. Just look at your clothes—your black outfit is noticeably different from the others, and your mask is made of special material.

I may not be well-read, but I recently picked up a psychology book, and you fit the description of a narcissist perfectly.

You pretend to blend in, wearing the same clothes, the same shoes, the same mask as everyone else—yet you can’t resist adding little touches to make yourself stand out.

If no one notices, you lament how blind the world is, only seeing the surface.

But if someone sharp-eyed catches the discrepancies, you condescendingly praise their perception, smug that your little game has ‘selected’ someone worthy.

A freak like you, playing such a grand game—of course you’d show up in person. A remote broadcast could never compare to the thrill of watching up close.

I wasn’t entirely sure you were Meng Li, but I was absolutely certain of one thing—you’re an idiot."

Gu Nanyan waved a tired hand, her tone icy. "Take him away and lock him up."

With that, she dismissed Meng Li without another glance.

The group boarded the ship, with the other guests directed to rooms on the second floor while Gu Nanyan and Zhan Lingfeng headed to the third.

Inside the room, Zhan Lingfeng settled onto the sofa first, and Gu Nanyan sat beside him, leaning into his embrace as he massaged her temples.

Zhan Yi couldn’t bear to watch—it was torture for a single man.

But he had too many questions that needed answers.

His mind was a tangled mess. If the Fox on the island was Meng Li, then who was the one communicating with them from outside?

They were certain Meng Li hadn’t gone to the island—he’d been orchestrating everything remotely.

Zhan Yi was baffled. Could Meng Li split himself in two?

Before he could voice his confusion, Zhan Lingfeng spoke. "There’s always been a rumor that Meng Li has two personalities—one composed, the other unhinged. That’s why people call him a madman.

One moment, he’s all smiles; the next, he’s stabbing you in the back.

But it seems now that he isn’t one person with split personalities—he’s twins sharing one identity."

"What a freak!" Zhan Yi muttered, stunned.

Still, he couldn’t help but wonder—how had Gu Nanyan turned Fox against them?

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Others might be swayed, but this was Meng Li, the mastermind behind everything.

Zhan Lingfeng was just as curious.

Gu Nanyan patted Zhan Lingfeng’s hand, signaling him to stop the massage, then shifted into a more comfortable position, resting fully against him.

She was exhausted.

Though she’d slept every night on the island, her nerves had been wound tight the entire time. Only now, finally safe, did the fatigue crash over her.

Lazily, she explained, "You saw me use embroidery needles on the tiger, right? I gave Meng Li a few of those too. If he didn’t cooperate, I’d have sent him straight to hell."

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Zhan Yi, who’d been drinking water, choked and coughed violently. Wiping his mouth, he asked in disbelief, "If you already had Meng Li under control, why did you still attack the black-clad men at Store No. 5? And why the whole spectacle with the tiger and the wolves?"

Instead of answering, Gu Nanyan posed a question of her own. "Have you studied *The Art of War*?"

Zhan Yi nodded.

"The essence of warfare is to overwhelm the weak with superior force.

If you’re going to fight, you do it with absolute dominance—crush them without hesitation.

Winning against the odds? That’s just luck, a last resort.

I prefer total control, leaving the enemy no escape, no choice but surrender."

Zhan Yi: "..."

He stood there, dumbstruck, his heart pounding.

Until now, Gu Nanyan had seemed like a delicate woman—always needing to be held, always lounging about, giving the impression of fragility.

But after hearing this, Zhan Yi realized just how formidable she was.

Her mind was a steel trap—flawless, unyielding.

Putting himself in the enemy’s shoes, he saw no way out.

Ahead, a beastly army led by tigers, bears, and wolves. Behind, traitors and knockout drugs. Even their leader had been neutralized.

No matter how hard he thought, Zhan Yi couldn’t find a single loophole.

And he had a feeling Gu Nanyan hadn’t even shown all her cards yet.

Unable to resist, he asked, "Madam, do you have more tricks up your sleeve?"

Gu Nanyan smirked but said nothing.

No confirmation, no denial.

But Zhan Yi knew—she absolutely had a backup plan.

Damn—

She was terrifyingly brilliant!

Was this even a human brain? How did she come up with all this?

Zhan Yi’s head hurt from overthinking, but he didn’t dare press further. He could only stare at her in awe.

Before, he’d found Gu Nanyan irritating—always needing Zhan Lingfeng to carry her, refusing to walk, acting spoiled.

But now, he glanced at Zhan Lingfeng.

Oddly enough, he suddenly felt like the Young Master wasn’t good enough for her.

Madam was this sharp, this incredible—yet Zhan Lingfeng seemed… ordinary. Sure, he was rich, but that was about it.

Then again, who else could possibly match her?

Zhan Lingfeng would have to do.

Sensing Zhan Yi’s strange look, Zhan Lingfeng frowned. "Why are you still standing there? Get out."

"Right." Zhan Yi nodded and left.

Once outside, he immediately called Zhan Liang. "Liang, we’ve got Madam back."

"Thank goodness!" Zhan Liang exclaimed. "Is she hurt?"

"No, she’s fine," Zhan Yi assured.

"Listen," Zhan Liang said sternly. "This was too dangerous. You need to talk to Madam—she can’t keep running off like this. If something happens to her, it’s one thing, but she can’t drag the Young Master into it."

"Zhan Liang, that’s too much!" Zhan Yi snapped. "How can you say that about Madam? She wasn’t ‘running off’—she was just attending a variety show! It was an accident. And she didn’t even need rescuing—she handled everything herself!"

"Mark my words—from now on, you are absolutely forbidden to speak ill of Madam in front of Master Zhan! The only thing Master Zhan can offer Madam is his sincerity, so don’t you dare hold him back!"

Zhan Liang: "..."

What nonsense is this? Has Zhan Yi lost his damn mind?