Chapter 64: The Key to Breaking the Situation

Soon, more survivors began stepping forward voluntarily to help."Professor Wang, I'm a fitness trainer."

A middle-aged man with solid muscles patted his chest: "Leave the heavy work to me - carrying injured people, moving supplies, no problem at all!"

"Count me in too."

A young man in security uniform immediately followed: "I served as a medic in the army, I can handle basic wound treatment."

Several burly chefs squeezed through: "There's still quite a bit of ingredients in the kitchen back there, we can make everyone some hot food."

...

The scene gradually became organized.

The men automatically divided into several groups.

Some began transporting the injured, some took responsibility for collecting usable supplies, and several agile young men even volunteered to serve as lookout guards.

Wang Mingyuan nodded with satisfaction, turning to whisper to Xie Xi: "Be nicer to these people in the future. Ordinary people have their value too - the key is giving them a stage to showcase it."

Xie Xi remained silent, her fists clenched tightly.

She had to admit that Wang Mingyuan's way of handling things was far better than hers.

At this moment, the proud girl was reflecting on herself internally.

Just then.

A middle school student in uniform timidly approached Wang Mingyuan: "Teacher Wang, I... I don't have any special skills, but I can help take care of the elderly and children..."

Wang Mingyuan gently ruffled his hair: "Then go ahead."

Liu Ziming leaned close to Su Zhan's ear and whispered: "Teacher Wang's leadership aura is acting up again, that damn charisma."

"Learn from this. You'll need it when you inherit your family business."

Su Zhan watched the gradually organizing crowd: "Let's go, we shouldn't idle either. Let's take guard duty."

He mentally reviewed everything Wang Mingyuan had just done, thinking he could use these methods in the future.

"Now, everyone please act according to the arrangements."

Wang Mingyuan raised his voice again to address the crowd: "I promise to bring everyone out safely."

The crowd erupted in cheers and applause.

The five-year-old girl's father wiped his tears while bowing repeatedly: "Thank you, really thank you so much..."

Wang Mingyuan waved his hand: "It's nothing. Go help others in need now."

"Yes!"

The father immediately nodded and turned to jog away.

And so, everyone united together.

During this time, many Voyeurs emerged from the Mist.

But Wang Mingyuan easily eliminated them one by one.

It was like cutting through melons and vegetables.

Everyone's confidence and sense of security grew stronger and stronger.

Until the third day of the Mist incident.

A total of 72 hours had passed.

This was the longest duration a Mist event had ever persisted.

When the last wisp of Mist dissipated in the morning light.

The entire hotel was finally exposed under the sunlight.

Golden sunlight pierced through the clouds, illuminating every survivor's haggard face.

"I-is it over?"

Someone asked with trembling voice.

The next second, cheers erupted.

The glasses-wearing girl from medical school slumped on the steps, her white coat stained with blood, but she smiled like a child.

The hotel assistant manager trembled as he pulled out his phone, the screen showing unread messages from his wife.

He squatted in the corner, burying his face deep in his palms, his shoulders shaking violently.

The fitness trainer lifted the middle school student beside him, spinning around while shouting: "We survived! We survived!"

...

Wang Mingyuan stood at the boundary between sunlight and shadow, watching these ordinary people crying and laughing, a slight smile touching his lips.

Xie Xi leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, a trace of emotion showing on her face.

Liu Ziming originally wanted to make some witty remark, but was interrupted by Xu Hao's sudden embrace.

"Alright, we survived."

Xu Hao patted his back, signaling that this wasn't the time for other comments that might disrupt the atmosphere.

Liu Ziming opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

In the distance, the city's skyline gradually became clear as the Mist completely dissipated.

"Oh my! Teacher Wang, it's so good that you're all safe."

The white-haired Dean Li jogged over and enthusiastically shook Wang Mingyuan's hand.

"Thank you for your concern, Dean Li."

Wang Mingyuan nodded with a smile.

Su Zhan stood to the side, his eyes narrowing.

He thought to himself that Wang Mingyuan hadn't been in the Mist.

And before the Mist descended, the last thing Wang Mingyuan did was go downstairs to meet Dean Li.

He strongly suspected that Dean Li had intentionally diverted Wang Mingyuan.

"Teacher Wang, the time flow of this Mist incident was quite significant."

Dean Li said slowly: "Less than 15 seconds passed outside before the Mist dispersed."

"That's right."

Wang Mingyuan said neutrally.

Dean Li seemed to detect Wang Mingyuan's mood and sighed: "Ah, it's all my fault for being old and confused, unable to find my way, making you come down to get me. Otherwise, with you here, certainly fewer people would have died."

"Dean Li, please don't say that."

Wang Mingyuan gently shook his head: "Mist events are inherently unpredictable. This is normal."

"You always know how to comfort people."

Dean Li sighed and patted Wang Mingyuan's shoulder: "But this time is indeed peculiar and needs thorough investigation.

Teacher Wang, remember to write a report on the Mist incident.

Come to my office for tea another day - a new batch of premium Longjing just arrived."

"Certainly."

Wang Mingyuan slightly bowed: "Take care on your way."

Dean Li walked away slowly with his hands behind his back, his steps so steady he didn't seem like an old man at all.

"Teacher Wang, aren't you going to question him?"

Liu Ziming couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up.

During the Mist incident, Wang Mingyuan had explained the whole story to them clearly.

Just those few dozen extra steps.

And the Mist descended.

Coincidence, such a remarkable coincidence.

How could such coincidences exist in the world?

It was very likely premeditated.

"Confronting him now serves no purpose."

Wang Mingyuan adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses: "If he says it's coincidence and you have no evidence, what can you do about it?"

"What counts as evidence then?"

Xu Hao picked up the conversation: "Shouldn't evidence be obtained through investigation? With such strong suspicion, the authorities will definitely send investigators. Since we're cooperating with them, we should be able to find some clues."

"Hopefully, but we shouldn't speak in absolutes either. Coincidence is still possible."

Wang Mingyuan scanned the towering Binhai Grand Hotel: "What we need to do now is check if any Aberrants are hiding among the survivors. If there are, we'll root them out - they're the best evidence."

Hearing this, Su Zhan's heart sank.

He had already killed those two Aberrants and disposed of their bodies in the Mist.

However, given the Transcendence Society's nature, those Aberrants wouldn't reveal any information even in death.

But...

Su Zhan slipped his right hand into his pocket.

Feeling that card.

This was the address that the Hulk-mask Aberrant had left him when trying to recruit him.

This address was very likely the key to breaking the situation.