Yin Chen truly thought so. With Chen Guan here, they were saved.
Moreover, this time it was their home - court advantage in Shanghai. He had connections, and Chen Guan had the muscle. What could be better?
Long Ao pulled out a chair and sat down heavily. The loud noise instantly silenced the entire meeting room.
An Changqing ignored the undercurrents here. He took out a new document from his bag and pushed it to the center of the meeting table.
"This is the latest intelligence updated by the association last night. Everyone, take a look first."
The document was spread out, containing detailed information about seven missing persons, including their photos, names, ages, occupations, and even their superpower attributes.
Hong Yuan leaned over and glanced at it for a couple of seconds before losing interest. She leaned back on the chair, folded her arms, and looked at Long Ao provocatively.
"Well, any findings?"
An Changqing looked at Yin Chen.
Yin Chen picked up the document and flipped through it gracefully, gently tapping on several key pieces of information with his fingers.
"There are no commonalities."
He came to a conclusion.
"Among the seven people, there are company employees, freelancers, and even a graduate from our Shanghai Academy. Their superpower attributes range from enhancement - type to element - type, and some are even ordinary people. The only thing they have in common might be that they all live in Shanghai."
An Changqing nodded. This was consistent with his analysis.
"I tried to use the student union's intelligence system to cross - compare their social relationships, and the result was the same. There is no direct or indirect connection between them."
Long Ao was getting a headache from listening. He said,
"This is so troublesome. Why not just go to the place where the last missing person was last seen and wait. I don't believe the culprit won't come back to the crime scene to take a look."
Hong Yuan immediately seconded the idea, expressing her agreement.
"This is a good idea. It's better than sitting here looking at documents."
An Changqing rubbed his temples and exchanged a helpless look with Yin Chen.
"We know nothing about the enemy. Acting rashly is too dangerous. Moreover, there is more than one disappearance location. Where are you going to wait?"
"Then we'll do it one by one."
Long Ao's answer was simple and straightforward.
Su Yuehe didn't participate in their discussion.
She took out her computer, turned it on, and her fingers flew over the keyboard. Strings of scrolling codes immediately popped up on the screen.
Yin Chen watched her with great interest.
"What are you doing, Miss Su?"
"Looking for something that can't be found through conventional channels."
Su Yuehe replied without looking up.
Seeing this, An Changqing stopped arguing with Long Ao. He was well aware of Su Yuehe's abilities.
The meeting room fell silent, with only the sound of keyboard typing and the rustling of An Changqing flipping through the documents.
Su Yuehe invaded not some confidential database, but the public WIFI login logs of major popular scenic spots in Shanghai and the backend data of several mainstream social media platforms.
In the eyes of the Superpower Association and the student union, these were all low - value information junk, complex and disordered.
She input the identity information of the seven missing persons into the screening program she had written, and a massive stream of data began to roll across the screen at high speed.
Time passed by, minute by minute.
One hour.
Two hours.
The data stream on the screen was still rolling, but no valid matching results popped up.
Long Ao was lying on the table, half - asleep, and Hong Yuan was maintaining her huge battle - axe.
Su Yuehe frowned. She stopped the program and was about to adjust the algorithm.
Just then, Chen Guan, who had been silent all along, spoke up.
"Wait a minute."
As soon as he spoke, everyone in the meeting room immediately focused their attention on him.
He walked to Su Yuehe's side and opened the social media pages of two of the missing persons.
"These two people complained about the same thing half a month before they went missing."
Su Yuehe followed his guidance and looked at the comment section of a post.
One missing person wrote, "That lousy elevator at the viewing platform is so slow and crowded. I'll never go there again."
The other missing person replied to a friend's comment under a scenic photo, "I queued for two hours just to take that lousy elevator."
Su Yuehe's eyes lit up, and she immediately understood Chen Guan's train of thought.
"I see."
She readjusted the search keywords, no longer limited to clear geographical tags like login or check - in, but expanding the search scope to all informal text content such as comments, complaints, and replies.
She hit the Enter key again.
The program ran again.
This time, just a few minutes later, there was a "beep" on the screen, and a prominent prompt box popped up.
A place name appeared in the online traces of all seven missing persons in various forms.
Everyone crowded around and stared at the result intently.
Chen Guan stood up straight, looked at the place name on the screen, and uttered a few words.
"Oriental Pearl Tower, Sky Rotating Restaurant."
Su Yuehe didn't say a word. She simply turned the laptop towards everyone.
On the screen, a clear chain of evidence was laid out.
All seven people had been to that place for various reasons within a month before they went missing.
Some went for business banquets, and the reservation information was mentioned in work emails.
Some went for family dinners, and they posted group photos of their families on social media, with the night view outside the restaurant window as the background.
Some went on a date, and they left complaints about the restaurant's dishes on the review app.
There was no intersection in their official schedules, but their personal life trajectories all converged at that highest - point rotating restaurant.
Hong Yuan moved her seat and turned to look at Yin Chen beside her.
She nudged him with her elbow.
"Old Yin, it seems that this place is one of your family's properties."
Although she didn't pay attention to such things, Yin Chen loved to show off his family. Every time they passed by one of his family's properties, he would mention it, so it was hard not to remember.
Yin Chen's hand holding the cup stopped in mid - air, and his perfect smile finally faded.
"Yes, it's an asset of the Yin family, and it has quite a good revenue."
He turned to look at An Changqing, and his former calm demeanor completely disappeared.
"Since the evil thing dared to enter my family's territory, I'll find out the truth myself."
With that, he immediately started making a phone call.
"Second Uncle, this is Yin Chen."
"Immediately retrieve all the security records of the Pearl Tower in the past month. Conduct a top - level internal investigation. Even check every blind spot of the surveillance. You have to go through every page of the cleaner's schedule."
"Reason? If you can't handle it, the people from the association and my dad will come to your door later. You figure it out, Second Uncle."
With that, he hung up the phone and looked at An Changqing.
"We don't have to wait. Let's go there first. If it's really a problem with my family, don't hold back because of me. I'll also apply to the academy to recuse myself."
Yin Chen's face didn't look good, but his mind was calm.

ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!