Zhou He had naturally considered this possibility. He whispered a few words into his assistant’s ear, and then the assistant left the club. Soon, the person Zhou He wanted to meet arrived.

“Mr. Zhou, so you’re here,” Coach Li found Zhou He on the club’s terrace. He was leaning against the railing, gazing into the distance with a deep look, as if contemplating something important.

“He’s here?” Zhou He withdrew his gaze, his expression cold.

Coach Li nodded, and the two of them returned to the surveillance room. The person called by Coach Li was a student from Beijing University, named Gao An.

“Xiao Gao, Mr. Zhou has some questions for you. Just answer truthfully,” Coach Li patted Gao An on the shoulder and introduced him to Zhou He.

Gao An, noticing the dangerous aura emanating from the man before him, felt that he seemed familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before. He suppressed his unease and spoke impatiently, “What do you want to ask? I’m very busy!”

If Coach Li hadn’t sternly told him to come, he wouldn’t want to waste time here.

Zhou He looked at him from a superior angle, “What did you do to Xia Zimu’s car yesterday?”

A hint of panic flashed in Gao An’s eyes, but he quickly replaced it with an angry expression. “What do you mean by that? Are you accusing me?”

“You’re also a student from Beijing University, right?” Zhou He continued to press.

“So what?” Gao An looked directly at Zhou He without fear.

“You have a grudge against Xia Zimu, or did you tamper with his car out of jealousy? Are you trying to commit murder?” Zhou He stopped beating around the bush and directly voiced his suspicion.

Gao An’s face turned red instantly, and he shouted, “This is slander!”

“Then why are you avoiding eye contact with the injured Xia Zimu? Why are your eyes always darting away? Isn’t that guilty conscience?” Zhou He pointed to a scene in the surveillance footage.

Gao An glanced at the footage, his nails almost digging into his skin, but he tried to justify himself, “I was just scared. Seeing someone lying there, covered in blood and flesh, wouldn’t you be scared?”

Zhou He sneered coldly, “Is that so? Then how do you explain this?” Zhou He clicked on another surveillance clip. This one was brief, only about ten seconds. In the footage, a person who resembled Gao An hurriedly passed by Xia Zimu’s motorcycle, holding something in his hand. The timestamp showed it was at midnight the day before the incident. This was a very intriguing time. It was mealtime, and the club was nearly empty at the time. Zhou He had adjusted the time by one day to see this footage. If only the footage from yesterday was viewed, there would have been no problem. But this shot was taken in a blind spot in the surveillance cameras—how did it get recorded?

Gao An immediately lost his calm, his face turning pale. Even Coach Li felt a chill down his spine.

Zhou He savored the look of terror on Gao An’s face and asked again, “Why did you do this?”

Gao An shook his head repeatedly, “I just wanted to teach him a lesson. I never intended for him to get hurt so badly.”

Zhou He glared at him, his voice full of anger, “You dared to hurt him!” Unable to hold back his fury any longer, Zhou He threw a punch into Gao An’s stomach. “I’ll make sure you remember this!”

He landed another punch to Gao An’s face. Gao An was grabbed by his collar, struggling to breathe, unable to resist. He could only passively take the blows. Fear flashed in his eyes, and for a moment, he thought he might die at Zhou He’s hands.

Coach Li was also terrified by this scene and tried to intervene but didn’t know how. Zhou He’s eyes were bloodshot, his face grim, like an emissary of hell.

“Mr. Zhou, stop! If you keep hitting him, someone might die! Please, calm down!” Finally, Coach Li used all his strength to pull Zhou He away.

Gao An was weak all over, feeling pain in every part of his body. Zhou He gave him one last cold look. “If you regret it, save it for the police station.”

A short while later, the assistant arrived with the police. Several officers in uniform entered, their faces serious as they questioned, “What’s going on here? Wasn’t it reported that someone tried to commit murder?”

One of the police officers looked at Gao An lying on the floor, “Who reported the crime? Why is there still someone lying on the ground?”

Zhou He had calmed down, his face composed as he responded, “I reported it.” He then pointed at Gao An, “He attempted to murder someone.”

The police officer glanced at Zhou He’s disheveled clothes, “Everyone, come back to the station!”

Once at the police station, Gao An finally confessed to his crime. His motive for doing this, apart from his jealousy of Xia Zimu, also involved Fu Chengyu. Fu Chengyu was the president of the student union, and Gao An, as a member of the student union, was a junior to Fu Chengyu. One afternoon, Fu Chengyu suddenly invited him out for a meal. Gao An felt a little nervous, as Fu Chengyu was usually distant and cold, so why would he notice someone as inconspicuous as him? Fu Chengyu appeared downcast, his face filled with worry as they ate. Gao An was unsure of what Fu Chengyu wanted.

Halfway through the meal, Fu Chengyu took the initiative to start a conversation. “Junior Gao, are you facing some troubles?” Fu Chengyu paused, sighed, and said, “It’s nothing, just had a heated argument with someone around noon, and now I’m feeling a bit irritated.”

Gao An was shocked—what kind of person would dare to upset Fu Chengyu? Fu Chengyu thought for a moment before casually asking, “Junior Gao, I heard you also like to ride motorcycles?”

The way he said “also” was quite peculiar. Gao An froze for a moment. “So, you like motorcycles too, Senior Fu?” he asked. Once the topic turned to motorcycles, Gao An seemed to have endless things to talk about. He even told Fu Chengyu that there was a motorcycle race this Saturday, and if Fu Chengyu was interested, he could leave a ticket for him.

Fu Chengyu politely declined, “I’m not really into it, but I know someone who is.”

Gao An, curious, asked, “Who is it?”

Fu Chengyu then sneered, his expression darkening, and gritted his teeth as he said, “Xia Zimu.”

Seeing Fu Chengyu’s demeanor change the moment he mentioned Xia Zimu, Gao An quickly realized that the person who had upset Fu Chengyu was most likely Xia Zimu.

“You mean Senior Xia? We’re in the same club,” Gao An replied nervously.

Fu Chengyu looked at him, skeptical, and asked, “Is that so? If you two were to race, who do you think would win?”

A flash of jealousy passed through Gao An’s eyes, and with a forced smile, he replied, “Of course, Senior Xia.”