Heaven and Earth Refuse to Help

"If you insist on going up, I certainly wouldn’t dare stop you."

The woman in black stockings smiled. "I just need to make a show of trying to stop you."

She was just a working store manager—how could she afford to offend the young master of such a large conglomerate?

Especially one with such a bad temper.

"Don’t worry, the person upstairs is a good friend of mine."

After saying this, Xu Mu walked upstairs with Meng Wanyue.

In a room upstairs,

Miyako Fuka sat on the sofa, sipping tea. She looked up at Xu Mu as he entered, a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"Sorry for dropping in unannounced."

Xu Mu took a seat across from Miyako Fuka.

Miyako Fuka merely glanced at him before half-closing her eyes and returning to her tea. "What brings you here?"

"First, I wanted to thank you for the warning yesterday. It helped me stay prepared."

Xu Mu smiled.

"No need for thanks. It was just a small favor."

Miyako Fuka replied indifferently. "If that’s all, you can leave now."

"Aside from that, I also need your help with something."

Xu Mu opened his chat history with Jiang Huihui and clicked on the car photo she had sent.

He placed his phone on the table and slid it toward Miyako Fuka. "This car belongs to you, right?"

Miyako Fuka glanced at the phone and nodded slightly. "Yes, it’s ours."

"There should be a dashcam in the car, correct?"

Xu Mu asked with a smile. "Today, your car witnessed a minor accident. I’d like to get the footage to see the truth."

He didn’t mention who it was for, only that he wanted to uncover the truth—avoiding any potential leverage against him.

"I’m not sure about that. I didn’t take the car this morning. Let me send a message to check."

Miyako Fuka took out her phone and sent a message to someone.

As she waited, she looked up at Xu Mu. "Have we met before yesterday’s hotel?"

"Not that I recall. Before that?"

Miyako Fuka shook her head.

"At the entrance of a company. Yesterday, I thought you looked familiar."

Xu Mu grinned.

"Ah, now I remember. It was at that Muyue Corporation. You were chatting happily with the security guard—do you know him?"

Miyako Fuka asked casually.

Xu Mu’s smile deepened. So, this was what she was probing for.

He nodded. "We’ve known each other for a long time. Why do you ask?"

"No reason."

Miyako Fuka studied Xu Mu carefully. Just as she suspected.

She remembered Zhang Que as a ruthless, unsmiling man.

Yet that day, she had seen him actually smile at Xu Mu—clearly, their relationship was far from ordinary.

"Alright, I got a reply. The driver said he did see a girl on an electric bike hit an old man this morning."

Miyako Fuka looked at Xu Mu. "There’s footage from the car’s camera. I’ve already told the driver to bring it back."

"Thank you."

Xu Mu nodded.

He hoped the camera had captured Zhao Yingying braking.

If it did, it would prove her actions were accidental, not intentional.

That alone could lighten her penalty.

Xu Mu and Meng Wanyue waited for about half an hour before the driver arrived.

With Miyako Fuka’s help, Xu Mu obtained the morning’s recording.

He smiled at her. "My name is Xu Mu. Once I settle this matter, I’ll treat you to a meal."

"I’m Miyako Fuka."

"You’re Japanese?"

Xu Mu feigned surprise—though through his "God’s Eye," he already knew.

"Yes. Why?"

"Nothing, just a fan of your country’s films."

With a wave, Xu Mu left with Meng Wanyue.

Once in his Wuling Hongguang, Xu Mu immediately opened the exported video on his phone.

He fast-forwarded to the moments before the accident.

The footage clearly showed Zhao Yingying braking.

Not only that—when she realized the brakes weren’t working, she planted her feet on the ground. But even then, she still collided with the old man.

Xu Mu rewatched it several times before handing the phone to Meng Wanyue. "Wanyue, take a look. See if you notice anything."

Meng Wanyue scrutinized the video before speaking. "Xu, something’s off with the old man. Look—he seems to have deliberately walked into it."

Xu Mu nodded. "Exactly. I noticed it too. Before the collision, he looked at Zhao Yingying three times."

"But that alone isn’t proof."

Meng Wanyue glanced at him.

"True. Anything else?"

Meng Wanyue replayed the footage. With a killer’s sharp observation, she instantly spotted something.

Pointing at the screen, she said, "Look, this delivery guy’s been waiting at the red light for a while. His helmet has a camera."

"Right. That’s the first intersection out of the urban village. The light lasts ninety seconds. If we can see what happened a minute earlier, everything will be clear."

Xu Mu kept his eyes on the phone. "We need to find this guy. The video shows his face clearly enough."

He began leveraging his connections to track the man down. It wouldn’t take long.

He told Meng Wanyue to continue practicing her techniques, adding that the day she’d need to fight was coming soon.

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Meanwhile, Li Yun was on edge, desperate but helpless.

With no other options, she unblocked Fang Chu’s number and called him.

Right now, he was her only hope.

"Auntie, what’s wrong?"

Fang Chu answered casually.

"Xiao Fang, any updates? Did you ask him?"

Li Yun frantically pressed.

"I did. They’ve already left the police station."

Fang Chu replied. "But things aren’t looking good. The other side is firm."

Li Yun panicked. "Xiao Fang, I’m begging you—help me. Whatever you want, I’ll agree!"

"Auntie, with that promise, I’ll do my best."

Fang Chu hung up.

Li Yun waited at home, every second an agony.

Hours passed. By afternoon, she called again.

"Xiao Fang, any news?"

"Ah…"

"Xiao Fang! Don’t sigh like that—what happened?"

Li Yun paled at the sound.

"I’ll send you the chat logs. See for yourself. This guy is just… unbelievable."

Fang Chu forwarded the screenshots to Li Yun’s phone.

When she saw them, fury burned in her eyes.

This man was utterly unreasonable.