The joyful atmosphere of the School Anniversary spread throughout the campus.
Everything that had happened Backstage in the Auditorium had yet to spread.
Under Fu Yi’s control, everything was being resolved in an orderly manner.
On the Main Road leading to the Auditorium, as the School Anniversary programs began, students holding umbrellas would occasionally walk by, their laughter and chatter blending perfectly with the light music playing from the broadcast.
Meanwhile, outside the side entrance of the Auditorium on the Shady Path, rainwater drenched the Wutong Leaves, dripping onto the Bluestone Slab.
A girl wearing a black hoodie—looking like a student—held an umbrella and glanced around anxiously.
Upon seeing two Student Union members patrolling nearby, she immediately hurried over as if seeing saviors.
“Excuse me.”
She ran over to them, panting, and spoke anxiously.
“I think I just saw… that… that famous girl in the school being chased by a group of people!”
Her tone was urgent, and her rapid speech caused her to inhale two gulps of cold air, making her cough loudly on top of her breathlessness.
Even so, she forced herself to say everything in her heart.
“I-I saw from afar, cough cough! Her face looked bad, she was holding her stomach, heading toward the School Dormitory area, moving quickly…”
“Her name… name… cough cough!”
The girl got stuck for a moment, her mind racing, looking pained as if the words were on the tip of her tongue but just wouldn’t come out.
“Don’t worry, take your time.”
The security officer pretending to be a Student Union member felt a headache.
In this situation, he couldn’t just refuse.
To maintain his current identity, he would likely have to play along and follow the girl.
“It’s Fu Yi!”
The girl suddenly remembered, shouting with relief as she recalled the name.
“It’s the School Belle from the School of Economics and Management, Fu Yi! She’s being chased by a group of people who look like outsiders!”
Finishing everything in one breath, the girl sighed in relief, but continued to look anxiously at the two “Student Union members” before her, hoping they would take action.
At this moment, in the team belonging to Fu Yi, her name was undoubtedly a sensitive existence.
The two Student Union members’ eyes sharpened.
One calmly stepped forward to distract the girl, while the other immediately pressed the Earphone Mic to report in a low voice.
What they reported was unknown for now, but the final result was as expected.
Moments later, Fu Mingxuan saw from the Monitoring Room that a two-man team originally stationed at a key Auditorium passage, after a phone call, hesitated but eventually sent one person quickly toward the School Dormitory area to check.
“This is the extent of it.”
He shook his head, no longer paying attention to the area.
He looked at Chen Jing behind him.
At this moment, lines of information were converging on the screen before Chen Jing, transforming into new instructions.
“The Backstage lighting accident is still being processed, successfully holding off six of their security. Estimated delay time: fifteen minutes.”
“Inspection at the Backup Distribution Box just began, and their technical experts have been drawn over, temporarily unable to handle other issues.”
“The False Trail Report has taken effect. With the intercepted call, the other side has sent one person toward the School Dormitory to verify, greatly reducing guard strength at critical entry points.”
“………”
There were many similar information operations.
Fu Mingxuan’s people were using various means to weaken Fu Yi’s forces, greatly reducing the risk of the final decapitation operation.
Fu Mingxuan called this the Branch-Cutting Operation.
As the information was summarized by Chen Jing, Fu Mingxuan could clearly feel the situation rapidly tilting to his side.
He walked slowly behind Chen Jing, watching the green light points representing Fu Yi’s forces on the screen being diverted and scattered from the Auditorium’s core at a visible rate.
Near the Props Warehouse, where green dots were once dense, they were now sparse.
Outside the Power Control Room No. 2, only symbolic guards remained.
And those key passage nodes—under his arrangements, the defenses were already visibly weakened.
By now, an unrestrained smile finally appeared on his face, like a predator gazing down on its prey struggling in its grip.
Everything was unfolding according to his script.
Fu Mingxuan felt like a masterful chess player, using seemingly unrelated moves to steadily erode Fu Yi’s sphere of influence, luring her pieces to inconsequential corners.
He even had the leisure to watch the performances in the Auditorium.
Inside, the sound system seemed to be tuned, and a Violin Concerto wafted faintly through the rain, its lively and bright melody a stark contrast to the wild pride and triumph in his heart.
Fu Mingxuan naturally understood that arrogance leads to defeat.
He was also aware that Fu Yi had not made any special moves so far.
But he couldn’t think of how he could lose now.
He already knew almost all of Fu Yi’s manpower; even if some were hidden, it wouldn’t be enough to change the situation.
Of course, he wouldn’t completely let his guard down.
He would give Fu Yi the highest vigilance, out of respect for his greatest opponent.
However.
The cheerful music was theirs, but victory would also be his.
“Any movement from Zhao Qing’s side?”
He glanced at the performances on the monitors, then looked elsewhere, asking casually, his eyes still fixed on the screen.
Chen Jing opened a window showing a message sent by Zhao Qing not long ago, still emphasizing that Fu Yi’s Main Force was deployed at the Props Warehouse and Power Control Room, and suggesting to avoid those areas.
Fu Mingxuan let out a mocking laugh, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
“It seems our colleague is very diligent. Reply to her—message received, and thank her.”
He sneered inwardly.
Fu Yi, Fu Yi, you thought you planted a spy by my side, but you don’t know that everything the spy reports back is poison I carefully prepared.
There’s a reason why Zhao Qing has remained a Consultant for so many years.
The more you trust her, the closer you come to failure.
Time passed by, second by second.
At that moment, the School Anniversary gala was featuring a performance of Ode to Joy.
The music, transmitted through the Surveillance System, grew more intense within the Auditorium, and the audience’s cheers surged like a tide.
Even through the rain and distance, the passion was palpable.
On Fu Mingxuan’s monitoring screen, the green points representing the Auditorium’s core had thinned to a dangerously low level.
Especially near the Props Warehouse and Power Control Room No. 2, it was practically wide open.
Chen Jing glanced over and reported at the right time.
“The opponent’s visible mobile forces have dropped to the lowest point. Based on behavior modeling, Miss Fu Yi likely has no more backup means she can call upon immediately.”
Finally, it was time.
Fu Mingxuan took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement and murderous intent within.
Now!
The prey had been driven into a corner, exposing its most vulnerable throat.
He straightened, adjusted his collar—damp from standing in the rain—and, eyes sharp as a hawk, gave the final order:
“Order all assault units—act according to the Final Plan!”
“Target: Auditorium Backstage. Focus on controlling the Props Warehouse and Power Control Room No. 2!”
He paused, a cruel smile on his lips.
“I want to give my dear little sister a surprise at the climax of the gala!”
He could almost see Fu Yi’s shocked and panicked face when she received news of the collapse Backstage in the middle of the noisy stage.
He had already won this game.
Chen Jing expressionlessly executed the order, transmitting the attack instructions to every action team.
Fu Mingxuan turned, preparing to head to the forward command point closer to the Auditorium.
He wanted to see his victory unfold up close.
He, Fu Mingxuan.
Would witness Fu Yi’s look of disbelief before his very eyes!