Chapter 75: This Sour and Refreshing Feeling Is Unimaginable!

Just then, a sudden gust of wind blew through, slamming Lin Beifan's office door shut.

Angkor, busy cleaning inside, paid no attention.

It's just a door closing—no big deal. If it's shut, I can just open it again, right?

His gaze flickered toward the air conditioner. A sinister thought crossed his mind.

"Why don't I lower the temperature by another two degrees? That'll make the chill even stronger! The formation's effects should be even more pronounced!"

Without hesitation, he adjusted the air conditioner to 20°C.

A blast of cold air rushed out, making him shiver involuntarily.

But instead of discomfort, excitement filled his face. His body trembled—not from the cold, but from exhilaration.

"Yes! This is it! This is exactly the feeling! Lin Beifan, you're doomed this time!"

The air conditioner blew directly on him, sending chills up his spine.

At the same time, he felt heat surging inside him.

This was proof—the formation was working.

The heat from the Five Elements Fire Formation was clashing with the artificial cold, disrupting the body's natural balance.

Angkor let out a laugh of satisfaction.

"The effect is immediate! This sensation… it's sour and refreshing—unimaginable! I need to hurry up and finish cleaning, then get out of here. Staying too long is dangerous!"

He quickly got to work.

Within five minutes, he had wiped down Lin Beifan's desk and cabinets.

By then, his entire body was trembling, and a wave of dizziness hit him.

But his grin widened. His heart was filled with joy.

"Hahaha! If I can't even last five minutes in here, how long can Lin Beifan survive? I can't wait to see him suffer!"

Humming a lighthearted tune, he reached for the door handle and twisted it.

Click.

The door didn't budge.

He frowned slightly and tried twisting it the other way.

Click.

Still locked.

A sense of unease crept into him.

"Huh? What's going on? Why won't it open? Did the lock break?"

He twisted the handle harder.

Click.

Still nothing.

His panic grew.

He yanked at the door, shook it, and twisted the handle in every possible way.

But the door remained shut.

His face paled.

"The lock is broken? No… no way!"

Frantic, he banged on the door.

"Hey! Is anyone out there? The door lock is broken! Someone help me open it!"

Hearing the commotion, his colleagues gathered outside.

"What's wrong, Xiao Wu?"

"Yeah, what happened?"

Angkor shouted, "I was just cleaning, but when I tried to leave, the door wouldn't open! I think the lock is broken—can someone help?"

An experienced colleague chimed in, "Maybe it's not broken. The locks in our office are high-security—if someone locks it with a key from the outside, you can't open it from the inside. Maybe President Lin locked it before he left."

Angkor's face darkened. "Then go find President Lin!"

Someone hesitated and muttered, "Uh… I saw President Lin head to Secretary Liu's office earlier…"

The group fell silent.

Everyone knew about Lin Beifan's close relationship with Liu Rumei, the company's stunning secretary. If the two were alone in a room together… disturbing them might not be the best idea.

No one wanted to bring it up.

"Let's check the office instead. They have the master keys for all the rooms!" someone suggested.

"Yes! Hurry and get the key!" Angkor urged, sneezing as the cold air pricked his skin.

Before long, the office director arrived with a key.

Angkor watched anxiously as the director inserted the key into the lock and turned it.

Click.

The door didn't open.

The director twisted it again.

Click.

Still locked.

The director sighed and shook his head. "Yep, the lock is definitely broken."

Angkor's face turned green. "What now?"

"We'll have to call a locksmith," the director replied.

Angkor's eyes gleamed with hope. "How long will it take?"

The director shrugged. "Depends. If the locksmith is nearby and not busy, he might come quickly. But if he's far away or occupied, it could take a while. I'd say at least an hour."

"An hour?!" Angkor nearly collapsed.

"Relax, Xiao Wu," a colleague comforted him. "It's just an hour—it'll pass quickly!"

"Yeah, don't stress over it. It's not your fault!"

"Just treat it like a break. Enjoy the peace and quiet!"

But Angkor was panicking.

One hour?

He had personally set up a deadly feng shui formation in this very room! And to make matters worse, he had amplified its effects!

His body would start deteriorating in just 30 minutes!

But he couldn't tell anyone that.

He had to make an excuse!

"But… I need to use the bathroom!" he blurted out.

Someone chuckled. "There's a restroom in Lin Beifan's office. Just use that and clean up after yourself."

That excuse failed. He tried another.

"I'm starving! I need to eat something!"

A colleague laughed and tossed him a chocolate bar. "Here, I'll slide it under the door for you!"

Within minutes, he had a small pile of snacks and drinks pushed under the door.

His face darkened.

"Damn it… why are they all so helpful now?! This kindness is killing me!"

Finally, he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"Fine… I'm not in a rush."

"That's the spirit!" the office director said, patting the door. "Besides, we're lucky it's you who got stuck in there and not President Lin. Imagine if he was trapped inside—Liu Rumei would have lost her mind!"

"Yeah, good thing it's not Mr. Lin!"

"Liu Rumei would've skinned us alive!"

"You really saved us, Xiao Wu! I owe you a meal!"

Everyone laughed.

Meanwhile, Angkor was dying inside.

"I set up this grand formation to ruin Lin Beifan… and now I'm the one suffering?!"

Every word of comfort felt like a knife stabbing into his chest.

But he forced himself to smile.

"Damn it! What kind of cosmic joke is this?!"

Shivering, he reached for the air conditioner remote.

"I need to turn this off—otherwise, in a few minutes, my body will start failing!"

He pressed the off button.

Then he rushed to open the windows, hoping to let out the freezing air.

But even after a few minutes…

He still felt bone-chilling cold.

His teeth chattered as a terrifying realization dawned on him.

"What the hell?! Why is it still freezing?!"