Chapter 583: A Kindred Spirit

The person outside was none other than Wang Jincheng, the Director of the Police Bureau who had "slain" Heart 6 just two days ago.

"What? Didn't your Boss Lin say that I would always be an honored guest at Jinghong Theater?"

Wang Jincheng wasn't wearing his police uniform today, but rather loose casual clothes. He looked at the youth before him with a half-smile. "I'm on leave for the next two days, and I happened to hear that your theater opening was quite lively, so I thought I'd come over to listen to a tune and show Boss Lin some support... Surely there isn't a lack of seats for me?"

"Uh... No! Definitely not! Please wait a moment..."

Kong Baosheng scratched his head in a panic and pulled out the seating chart to search carefully.

Wang Jincheng's status and position were top-tier in the Red Dust Domain, not to mention his intricate connections with Chen Ling, making him truly an honored guest of Jinghong Theater... Chen Ling's word could not be taken back. Since Director Wang had come to show support in person, Kong Baosheng naturally had to make room for him no matter what; otherwise, wouldn't that be a slap in the face to his own master?

"Found it! Someone from the furniture store just called to say their boss had something come up and couldn't make it today..." Kong Baosheng immediately crossed it out with a pen. "The seat is in the first row. Please, follow me."

Kong Baosheng led Wang Jincheng into the theater and arrived at a seat.

"Please, have a seat. Our master is still preparing backstage; I expect he'll be able to see you after the performance," Kong Baosheng said.

"No need for such trouble, I'm just here to join in the fun." Wang Jincheng waved his hand casually. "You go ahead and get busy, don't worry about me."

"Alright, call me if you need anything."

After saying this, Kong Baosheng hurried toward the theater entrance.

Wang Jincheng brushed the dust off the chair with his sleeve and sat down slowly, simultaneously making eye contact with the figure in the seat next to him and offering a polite smile.

"Hello."

"Oh, hello, hello." Jian Changsheng also nodded with a smile.

The two sat side-by-side in the first row, looking at the empty stage, and the air suddenly fell into silence.

……

[Audience Expectation +3]

Backstage, Chen Ling, who was rehearsing lines with Li Qingshan, froze in place as he saw a line of small text drift past his eyes.

His expression suddenly turned vigilant, and he looked around sharply, as if searching for something...

"Brother Lin, what's wrong?" Li Qingshan asked, puzzled.

"...Nothing, it's nothing."

Finding nothing unusual, Chen Ling shook his head with a strange expression.

"I don't know why... I suddenly have a bad feeling..."

……

Below the stage.

Club J, Heart 9, Spade 6, and Wang Jincheng sat together, saying nothing.

The first two were listening intently to the conversations of the people behind them, trying to find some useful information, while Jian Changsheng hesitated about whether to strike up a conversation with the person beside him to see if he could get anything useful out of him...

But honestly, Jian Changsheng wasn't Chen Ling; chatting and fishing for information wasn't easy for him, and he didn't even know how to start.

"You three, aren't you together? Why aren't you talking?" Wang Jincheng suddenly spoke up, breaking the awkward silence.

Jian Changsheng was startled. "Oh, we... we aren't together. I don't know them very well."

"No wonder... you seem quite introverted."

"Uh, haha... yeah."

"What do you do for work?"

"Nothing steady, just wandering around... How about you?"

"I don't have any work right now either, just on leave, traveling around."

"Wow, that sounds nice."

"Yeah, work was too tiring a while ago. Now that I've finally resolved all the trouble, I want to relax properly." Wang Jincheng let out a long sigh, his eyes filled with contentment.

"Then we're about the same." Jian Changsheng smiled helplessly. "I haven't had a good time lately either, living in fear all day... I wanted to come out and relax today too."

"Hahaha, then we're quite kindred spirits."

As Wang Jincheng said this, he reached out a hand toward Jian Changsheng, who, after a brief moment of surprise, shook it.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Just as they were talking, the auditorium was completely filled. Kong Baosheng brought out the pre-prepared fruit, placed it on the tables between the seats in the first few rows, and announced that the performance was about to begin.

Outside the theater, a car slowly pulled up. A young girl in a goose-yellow dress opened the door, and upon hearing that the performance was about to start, she lifted her skirt and ran toward the theater.

"Miss, Miss... oh, slow down, don't trip." Uncle Quan followed behind Huang Suyu in a hurry, speaking helplessly.

"Uncle Quan, didn't I say I could come by myself..."

"I can't rest easy if you come by yourself."

"I'm just delivering personnel to the Special Envoy, what's there to worry about? Is there any place in this world safer than here?"

Uncle Quan looked at the dressed-up Huang Suyu and opened his mouth. "That's not the point, I'm worried about you... Sigh... never mind, it's nothing."

Seeing more people coming in, Kong Baosheng stepped forward to stop them, but after Huang Suyu produced a "contract of servitude" between "Lin Yan" and the Huang Financial Group, he opened his mouth in shock.

"You mean... you are Mr. Lin's boss?"

"That's right." Huang Suyu put her hands on her hips. "He's an artist under my banner, can't I come to listen to him sing? Kid, hurry up and arrange a seat for me too."

"Uh... okay, please wait a moment, I'll go add another chair for you..."

A minute later, Huang Suyu was also seated in the first row.

Huang Suyu's arrival drew a side-glance from Wang Jincheng. He naturally knew this young chairwoman of the Huang Financial Group. He remembered that she was Lin Yan's boss, so thinking about it, her appearance here made perfect sense.

Huang Suyu, on the other hand, was quite surprised by Wang Jincheng's presence, but she still offered a polite smile and nod.

Jian Changsheng felt it was time and asked casually, "Hey, by the way, did you see today's newspaper? What's the deal with that Twilight Society...?"

"Nothing special, the newspaper should have written it clearly enough." Wang Jincheng's mouth curled up slightly. "Actually, it's fine. The Twilight Society isn't as terrifying as the rumors say, they just do things that are truly insane... especially that... oh, I mean, the Heart 6 mentioned in the newspaper, he's even more sinister and vicious."

"Right! You think so too!!"

Wang Jincheng's words resonated deeply within Jian Changsheng. Every time he thought of the physical and psychological trauma Chen Ling had inflicted on him, his heart ached... Jian Changsheng looked at Wang Jincheng beside him as if he had met a kindred spirit!

"Yeah."

Wang Jincheng paused for a moment and said calmly with a smile, "But it's okay... from now on, he will never appear again."

As Wang Jincheng finished speaking, the lights in the theater went out one by one, and darkness enveloped the entire auditorium. The previously noisy crowd suddenly quieted down, all looking toward the center of the stage.

Faint moonlight spilled in through the hollow roof, as if plating the stage in silver, dreamlike and illusory.

The next moment, a melodious operatic voice rang out from behind the stage, like a silver vase shattering, striking straight into the heart. Amidst the curious and expectant gazes of the crowd, a figure in opera robes stepped onto the stage, walking slowly through the darkness on the moonlight...

The moment he saw that face,

The apple Jian Changsheng had just put in his mouth rolled onto the floor with a thud...