Suddenly, Selina Wu's phone rang.
Selina Wu froze for a moment, not expecting anyone to call at a time like this.
She took out her phone and glanced at the screen.
The caller ID flashed: Evan Lin.
Seeing that name, Selina instantly perked up.
"Where are you?"
She answered, but before Selina could even speak, Evan's familiar, slightly cool voice came through the line.
"I'm at home right now."
Selina lowered her voice, hesitating for a moment. She wasn't sure if she should tell Evan what was happening.
Nightstar had sent a lot of people, and the situation was obviously stacked against Evan.
Besides, Nightstar's real target was Evan. If Evan showed up now, Selina wasn't sure he could handle all four Nightstar instructors—or if she'd just be pushing him into the fire.
Allen Ju had made up his mind: he would never reveal Evan's identity or whereabouts, all to protect him.
He understood that if he gave up his Third Young Master Ju status, even Nightstar would probably back off.
But if Evan came, things would definitely spiral out of control.
"Are you in trouble?"
Selina hesitated, but Evan's voice was already coming through the phone.
Before she could answer, Evan spoke again: "Just send me your location."
"You..."
Selina wanted to say something.
"Just send me your location."
The calm certainty in Evan's voice somehow gave Selina unexpected confidence.
She answered with a soft "Mm," hung up, and sent her location to Evan.
After the text was sent, a long silence followed.
"Who was that?"
Martin Wu stood beside Selina, anxious but unable to do anything. This just wasn't his moment to act.
Compared to the others, Martin's combat ability was way too low.
Even if he wanted to support Allen Ju, he'd probably get crushed by Nightstar the moment he stepped forward.
"Evan Lin."
Selina replied quietly.
Martin's expression shifted. He glanced around, noticing that Gloria Rong and the others were all focused on Allen Ju, not paying attention to this side.
Martin Wu's thoughts were just like Selina's: he wasn't sure Evan showing up now would help, and if things went wrong, Allen's sacrifice today might turn into a joke.
"Let him decide whether to come or not."
After a moment of silence, Martin spoke in a low voice.
He glanced at Selina, who nodded, her expression complicated.
Allen Ju had paid a huge price, and judging by the Ju family's attitude, they never intended to help him at all.
The situation looked bleak.
If Evan really came, he'd have to face not only Nightstar's fury, but the anger of the Ju family members too.
Once Allen lost his Third Young Master Ju status, news would spread through all of Beijing's circles in no time.
For the crowd watching the drama, they'd probably say the Ju family was just an empty shell now—one push from Nightstar and they folded.
Allen Ju, once the pride of the Ju family's third generation, was now seen as a fool who dragged the whole clan into the mud and lost their face.
This was a huge blow to the Ju family's reputation.
It might even turn the Ju family into a laughingstock.
Selina Wu clutched her phone, while Martin Wu stood beside her, feeling melancholy.
Gloria Rong and the others were sweating nervously inside.
Allen Ju was still standing at the center of the ancestral hall.
The qi pressure from Night Spring, Night Summer, Night Autumn, and Night Winter had already whipped Allen's clothes into tatters, his sleeves torn again and again.
Allen's black hair was tossed by the qi like a storm, his face pale as a candle in the wind—ready to go out at any moment.
"Are you planning to die for that guy?"
Night Autumn stepped forward, his qi suddenly becoming even more savage. With a single step, he sent Allen sprawling onto the floor.
Allen's face was deathly pale. The force hit him squarely, and with no way to resist, he rolled across the floor again and again.