With Guo Hong’s description and the help of the technicians, a synthesized male face quickly appeared on the computer screen.

"Are you sure it’s him?"

"That’s right, it’s him," Guo Hong said with certainty.

"From now on, use face recognition software to search the entire venue. Whether we find that person or not will depend on luck," Ling Chen commanded the technicians.

Watching the frames on the screen automatically reading faces for recognition, Guo Hong couldn’t help but ask, "Will this method really work?"

Ling Chen smiled and said, "Don’t worry, this is the most advanced recognition system available, and there will be no problems. Moreover, we have a big advantage now. The person delivering the antidote doesn’t know you’ve betrayed the Dark Pavilion, so he won’t be on guard. As long as he’s not suspicious of us, there’s a good chance we’ll find him."

Just as he finished speaking, a technician monitoring the screens suddenly shouted, "Mr. Ling, we’ve found the target."

Upon hearing this, Ling Chen and Guo Hong rushed over. They saw a man in his thirties appear on the surveillance screen, dressed in casual clothes, with a cigarette in his hand, sitting on a bench, occasionally glancing around.

"Is that him?"

Guo Hong nodded and said, "Yes, that’s him. The guy is indeed at the venue."

"You go back first and tell Uncle Li and the others about this," Ling Chen said, pulling out his phone from his pocket to dial Tong Zhentian’s number. Minutes later, Ling Chen and Tong Zhentian appeared in the crowd on the east side of the venue. To avoid alerting the target, they did not approach directly but observed from the shadows.

Although the target was identified, Ling Chen was unsure of his background. If the person was a master, acting rashly might startle him and lead to more trouble. After all, with so many people at the venue, if he took someone hostage, they’d be at a disadvantage.

After observing from afar for a while, the man remained on the bench, playing with his phone, occasionally looking around. A backpack was beside him, and he seemed to value it greatly, keeping one hand on it at all times.

At this moment, a young and beautiful woman in high heels, carrying a handbag in one hand and leading a teddy dog with the other, approached. As she passed by the man, she paused slightly and then sat down on the bench.

The bench could seat three people. Smelling the perfume wafting over, the man glanced at the beauty beside him from the corner of his eye, then shifted the backpack between them to his other side, seemingly wary of her contact with it.

"Excuse me, could you help me hold him for a moment? I need to use the restroom and will be right back."

Hearing the woman’s voice, the man turned his head, seeing her gaze focused on him. Sensing her plea, he hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, but be quick, I’m leaving soon."

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" The woman said gratefully, quickly handing him the dog’s leash. The man reached out, took the leash, and said, "You..." But just as he spoke, a sharp dagger suddenly shot out from the woman’s sleeve, aiming directly at his throat. The sudden change made the man’s face instantly change, stunned, forgetting to evade. However, at this close distance, unless he was a Heavenly List master, it was almost impossible to dodge such a sudden attack.

When the dagger was just a millimeter from the man’s neck, it suddenly stopped, and at the same time, a cold voice came from nearby, "Better not move if you don’t want to die."

At this moment, the man finally came to his senses, looking at the woman in panic and asking, "Who... who are you?"

"You’ll find out soon," Ling Chen and Tong Zhentian walked over from a short distance away. Seeing the woman nearby, Ling Chen smiled slightly, giving a thumbs up and praising, "Zhu Qing, well done."

Beautiful women easily lower a man’s guard, so Ling Chen had Zhu Qing dress up slightly and approach the man alone. The three then escorted the man straight to the command center.

Once there, Ling Chen, without a word, grabbed the man’s backpack and unzipped it. Inside were a few changes of clothes, a tablet, and a small medicine bottle.

Just as expected! Ling Chen’s eyes lit up, immediately taking out the medicine.

"Don’t... don’t touch that!" Seeing Ling Chen’s actions, the man grew anxious, hurriedly speaking to stop him.

Ling Chen ignored him, opened the bottle, and saw over ten pills inside. "Elder Tong, you keep an eye on him," Ling Chen said, then moved alone to a lounge, poured a pill from the bottle, and handed it to Guo Hong, asking, "Is this the antidote?"

"Yes."

"Quickly give it to him," Ling Chen said, gesturing to the barely conscious Wang Dong. Guo Hong nodded, hurriedly placing the pill into Wang Dong’s mouth. Shortly after taking the pill, Wang Dong’s condition gradually improved, no longer trembling, though still somewhat pale.

"There are sixteen pills in the bottle. I think, along with you four, there are sixteen members of the Dark Pavilion in Beijing, just as you speculated. Besides you, there are three other teams," Ling Chen said.

"What are you planning to do?"

Hearing Guo Hong’s query, Ling Chen replied, "I’ll keep the antidote for now. I’ll give each of you a pill when the crisis is over. Until then, I hope you all cooperate. As long as everyone is safe, I promise to fulfill what I agreed to."

Back at the command center, the man obediently sat on a chair, with Tong Zhentian and Zhu Qing guarding him nearby.

"Elder Tong, did you get anything out of him?"

Tong Zhentian shook his head, "This guy is tight-lipped, refusing to say anything."

"Won’t talk, huh?" Ling Chen studied the man before him, speaking, "At this point, do you still want to keep secrets for the Dark Pavilion? While I admire your loyalty, have you thought about yourself?"

"Enough nonsense," the man said coldly. "If you’re going to kill me, just do it. I will never betray my organization."

"No need to rush your decision," Ling Chen smiled nonchalantly. "To be honest, once the antidote is ours, your value to me isn’t significant, so whether you talk or not doesn’t matter. But if you cooperate, I might consider sparing your life."