It was 8 p.m., and Chen Chuan was at Cheng Zitong’s private martial arts center in the south of the city. 1

Gao Ming arrived before their agreed-upon time and met him upstairs. Once they sat down, he told Chen Chuan his analysis. “Cuz, I’ve been reading up on the Mutual Aid Group, and I’ve gained some understanding of them.0

“When they encounter students like you, they first try to recruit or placate them. If it doesn’t work, they start playing dirty. You’ve already rejected them a few times, so now, you’re a threat to them. They won’t try to recruit you anymore and will jump straight to attacking you. The easiest way to do that is to frame you for a crime or something similar.0

“But you rarely work with others and you’re related to a constable, so they can’t use such a method to get rid of you. As for fabricating a fake crime and suing you, that takes a lot of time and effort. Not only will it cause a huge fuss, but it’ll also be far too easy for things to go wrong. If I were them, I wouldn’t do that.”0

At that point, he nudged his glasses up and looked at Chen Chuan. “This leaves only one other method, and it’s also the one that costs the least amount...0