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The crimson option flickered before Lin Xiaofan's eyes. He gripped Su Yuqing's wrist tightly, feeling her fingers slowly slipping from his palm.
"Let go..." Su Yuqing tilted her face up, her eyes glimmering in the darkness. "Take the evidence and get out..."
"Shut up!" Lin Xiaofan clenched his teeth, his arm muscles taut as if they might snap. "I choose A! Right now! Immediately!"
【Choice Confirmed】
【Clearing Funds...】
【System Functions Maintaining...】
A strange force suddenly surged into Lin Xiaofan's arm. He yanked Su Yuqing up, and they tumbled together. As they stumbled to their feet, a mechanical voice echoed again:
【Test Passed】
【Ultimate Permissions Unlocked】
【Note: Goodwill is the highest-level algorithm】
There was no time to ponder the meaning of those words; above them came Zhao Tianming's curses. Old Zhou urged from the front, "Hurry! Just two more turns and we’ll reach the exit!"
The last hundred meters of their escape felt like a nightmare. Lin Xiaofan carried Su Yuqing on his back while A Long supported Old Zhou, and the four of them stumbled through the web-like mine tunnels. The pursuers were closing in, and several times the flashlight beams nearly swept across their backs.
Finally, a faint moonlight poured down from the ventilation shaft above. A Long climbed up the rusty iron ladder first and pushed open the manhole cover. The moment fresh air rushed in, everyone greedily took deep breaths.
"Pull her up!" Lin Xiaofan lifted Su Yuqing toward the ladder but turned back to see Old Zhou leaning against the rock wall, unmoving. "Teacher Zhou?"
The old man shook his head and handed him a crowbar. "I'll hold them off." He patted his empty pant leg, "This leg is gone; it’s time to settle this."
"No! They will..."
"Go!" Old Zhou suddenly shouted, his voice echoing through the mine tunnel. "Evidence is more important than lives!"
Lin Xiaofan wanted to say more when sirens blared from above. Zhang Hao's face appeared at the manhole, pale as a ghost. "Brother! Get up here! I called the police!"
The last memories were a chaotic blur—Old Zhou turning to charge at the pursuers, Su Yuqing's cries, Zhang Hao pulling him up, and in the distance, Zhao Tianming fleeing in disarray amid the sirens...
The next morning, Lin Xiaofan saw the headline news on the hospital television: "Philanthropist Courageously Exposes Dark Secrets—Zhao Foundation Involved in Massive Fraud." The footage looped through images of counterfeit goods in a warehouse alongside evidence they had captured last night. But what caught attention was a blurry snapshot—Lin Xiaofan stood in front of a police car, frantically trying to shield his phone screen, while an enlarged image clearly displayed the system interface.
"It's over..." Lin Xiaofan murmured.
Su Yuqing entered the ward with a cane, silently handing him a newspaper. The subtitle on the fourth page read: "Heroic Elder Artist Zhou Guoan Still Missing in Rescue Efforts."
"We will find him," she said softly, her fingers gently brushing over Lin Xiaofan's bandaged wrist. "Now, we need to think about how to explain this."
She lit up her phone screen, and the topic of Mysterious System Controls Charity had already surged to the trending list. Lin Xiaofan smiled wryly as he opened his phone—the system interface was still running, but the balance display had transformed into a constantly bouncing question mark.
[Ultimate Task Activated]
[Choice of Disclosure or Concealment]
[Note: The truth requires courage and comes at a cost]
Outside, the morning light spilled over the skyline of the city. Lin Xiaofan knew that the real storm was just beginning.
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