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"Xingchen, are you okay?" Lin Xi rushed to Su Xingchen's side, asking with concern.
Su Xingchen shook his head, threw the metal rod in his hand aside, and walked to the edge of the stage. He bowed deeply to the fans below: "I'm sorry for worrying everyone. I'm fine, please don't worry."
"Xingchen, you're amazing!"
"Xingchen, we love you!"
Below the stage, fans erupted in enthusiastic cheers and applause, waving their glow sticks in celebration of Su Xingchen's bravery and composure in the face of danger.
Looking at the passionate fans, Su Xingchen's lips curled into a slight smile of relief. He knew that no matter what happened, he would not be fighting alone because behind him stood countless supporters.
At that moment, hurried footsteps approached. Several uniformed police officers rushed onto the stage. The leading officer stepped in front of Su Xingchen and saluted: "Mr. Su, we are from the city's criminal investigation team, responsible for investigating this attack. Please cooperate with our investigation."
Su Xingchen nodded in understanding: "Okay, I will cooperate fully."
Su Xingchen nodded again, handing the microphone to a staff member beside him before turning to follow the police officers off the stage.
"Xingchen!" Lin Xi quickly followed, her eyes filled with worry. "Are you okay?"
Su Xingchen glanced back at her and gave her a reassuring look. "It's fine, just a routine inquiry, nothing to worry about."
"I'll go with you," Lin Xi insisted. "I'm worried they might give you a hard time."
"No need," Su Xingchen shook his head. "You stay here to handle the situation and calm the fans down. Don't let them worry."
"Alright then." Lin Xi hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded.
Su Xingchen followed the police to the backstage lounge, where a young officer gestured for him to sit down on a chair and began asking some basic questions.
"Mr. Su, can you describe what happened?" the young officer asked while taking notes.
"I was singing when I suddenly felt the stage shake," Su Xingchen recalled. "Then I saw several shadows rush onto the stage, coming towards me."
"Did you see their faces?" the young officer pressed.
Su Xingchen shook his head. "No, they were all wearing hoods, so I couldn't see their faces."
"Did you get hurt?" The officer's gaze fell on a scratch on Su Xingchen's arm, a mark left from his struggle with the assailants.
"A little scratch, it's nothing serious," Su Xingchen replied with a faint smile, as if he wasn't the one injured.
The questioning lasted nearly an hour, during which the police inquired about every detail of the incident, and Su Xingchen patiently answered each question. Finally, the young officer closed his notebook, stood up, and said, "Mr. Su, thank you for your cooperation. We will investigate this matter thoroughly and provide you with an update soon."
"Thank you for your hard work," Su Xingchen politely responded, watching the police leave the lounge.
He walked to the window, gazing at the bustling neon lights outside, lost in thought. He knew that this attack was not simple; there must be a deeper conspiracy behind it.
A sharp glint flashed in Su Xingchen's eyes.
"Xingchen, are you okay?" Lin Xi entered, her face showing signs of fatigue, clearly having spent considerable effort dealing with the aftermath.
"I'm fine," Su Xingchen turned around and gave her a reassuring smile. "The police have finished asking questions; let's go."
"Okay," Lin Xi nodded and walked to his side. The two of them walked out of the lounge together, weaving through the noisy crowd and disappearing into the night.
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