In a conference room nestled within an unassuming old building in the heart of the city, a secret meeting was about to commence. From the outside, the building blended in with its surroundings, making it nearly impossible to monitor any activity inside. However, within its walls lay a fortress of state-of-the-art security technology.The interior was a masterful blend of classic aesthetics and modern sophistication. The walls were thick and lined with glossy mahogany panels, not only exuding a luxurious vibe but also serving as an effective sound barrier. The black marble floors added a sense of authority and gravitas to the space.At the center of the room stood a large oval conference table surrounded by high-backed leather chairs, combining comfort with an air of formality. The lighting in the room was dimly set, bright enough for functionality yet subdued enough to maintain an intimate and discreet atmosphere.This room was equipped with cutting-edge security technology. Ext

Zane stood next to the unconscious motorcyclist, his presence drawing unwarranted accusations from the gathering crowd. The bystanders, quick to judge based on mere appearances, pushed him into a defensive corner, demanding that he admit fault and take responsibility for the accident.From inside the car, Claire watched the scene unfold with a growing sense of dread. She had feared something like this might happen, and now, seeing Zane surrounded and blamed for something he hadn’t done, she couldn’t just sit back and watch. With a click of her tongue to express her frustration, she quickly stepped out of the car and moved to stand by Zane's side, her expression one of firm confidence.Attempting to bring some calm to the tense situation, Claire addressed the crowd, "I’m sorry, but there seems to be a misunderstanding here. This man is my friend, and I was in the car with him when this incident occurred." She paused, hoping her words would sink in as she continued to defend Zane, "

Discovering their reserved seats were occupied by others certainly threw Zane and Claire for a loop. Claire was initially taken aback, but quickly confirmed the seat numbers, reassuring herself that these were indeed the seats she had booked."Are you sure those are our seats, Claire?" Zane asked, a slight edge of doubt in his voice as he peered at the occupied chairs."Absolutely, I remember perfectly," she replied, leaning closer to whisper to Zane, "It looks like someone irresponsible has taken our seats."Zane, who also remembered the seat numbers Claire had shared with him earlier, frowned slightly in frustration. This was not what they had hoped for, especially after the stressful events they had already endured that evening. Zane, maintaining his calm demeanor, approached the couple occupying their seats with a polite request. "Excuse me, could you please move from these seats? We have reserved them," he stated clearly, trying to handle the situation amicably.The couple lo

As the clock struck midnight, Zane and Claire exited the concert venue, their spirits high from the thrilling performance of The VibeTunes. The energy of the music still hummed as they stepped into the cool night air, the city lights twinkling softly around them.Zane had a particular dining spot in mind—a place far from luxurious in appearance but rich in flavor and cherished by those in the know. Claire, unaware of their destination, couldn't help but let her curiosity bubble over."So, you're still keeping the dining spot a secret? I'm getting more and more curious, Zane. Just how special is this place?" she chuckled."Hmm… I'm not sure it will be special for you, Claire," Zane replied, a playful tone in his voice. "But I'm pretty sure you've never eaten there before."Claire's curiosity deepened, and she responded with a laugh, "I didn't expect that a simple dinner could feel this special, Zane. You're really building the suspense, haha. Do you eat there often?"Zane smiled and

The morning sun shone brilliantly, lighting up the sky with vibrant hues. As usual, Zane was up before dawn, already embarking on his daily exercise routine. He started with a session on the treadmill, followed by a swim in his apartment complex’s pool. Sometimes, he also enjoyed a morning run in the city park. With his schedule getting busier and the amenities in his apartment, he had plenty of options for staying fit.[Seems like you're really enjoying your life now, host,.]A sudden text from the system appeared before him."Of course, thank you for making my job easier, system," Zane replied with a slight smile while continuing his treadmill workout. He then murmured, "But, it seems like it’s been a while since you've upgraded my cultivation level."[Yes, that's because recently you haven’t been involved in any hero-like face slapping or acts of kindness, host.]Zane, a bit puzzled, then asked, "System, do you have any advice on how I could expose the crimes of The Crimson Syn