After exchanging chips, he led Duan Pingyu towards the hall.

Several gaming tables were set up in the hall, surrounded by small groups of guests. Some were excited, while others had a look of despair.

Qi Yun's gaze roamed the hall. He appeared to be hesitating over what game to play, but in reality, he was searching for the whereabouts of the child, Yang Zhihao.

He didn't directly ask anyone because he was worried that if the rescue caused a commotion, the gang might trace the clues back to Yang Zhihao.

Fiddling with the chips in his hand, he eventually stopped at a roulette table.

Five meters across from him, a small-framed boy in a waiter's uniform was holding a tray, looking at him in shock. It was Yang Zhihao, whom he hadn't seen for months.

Qi Yun discreetly shook his head towards him, signaling not to make a fuss. Then he casually tossed a chip onto a number on the roulette table, unsurprisingly missing.

After playing a few rounds, he pretended to need the restroom and headed toward the washroom in the upper right corner of the hall.

Just two minutes after entering the washroom, Yang Zhihao followed him in.

Seeing no one else inside, he excitedly said to Qi Yun, "Uncle, why have you come to the Philippines?"

Qi Yun removed the cigarette from his mouth and patted Yang Zhihao's shoulder: "Haha, how's it going for you over here, are you alright?"

Yang Zhihao nodded: "Pretty good."

Knowing this wasn't the place to talk, Qi Yun lowered his voice and advised: "Across the street, there's a black Toyota Crown. Come find me in the car later; I have something to ask you."

"Okay." Yang Zhihao agreed without hesitation.

Qi Yun patted his shoulder again: "Alright, head out for now."

...

France, Paris.

Disguised as someone else, Old Hei was not too far, not too close, following a bearded man, the same informant who had promised yesterday to gather intelligence for him.

"I see him alone, I'm ready to move." Old Hei whispered.

The Bluetooth earpiece relayed Ah Jiao's response: "Do it, this district has no surveillance, I'm bringing the car up now."

"Okay!" Old Hei replied, quickly accelerating his pace.

In the blink of an eye, he closed the distance between himself and the bearded man. Just as he was two meters behind, ready to strike, the bearded man seemed to sense something and suddenly turned his head.

Quick as lightning, Old Hei lunged forward, his speed unmatched. As the bearded man looked at him with puzzlement, Old Hei's fist swung, and with a heavy "thud," it landed squarely on the bearded man's face.

The bearded man instantly winced, clutching his nose, his head spinning from the blow.

"Fuck!"

Ignoring the curses, Old Hei shuffled his steps, quickly maneuvering behind the bearded man, and with precision, delivered a hand chop to the back of his neck.

The curses ceased immediately, and the bearded man's hefty two-hundred-pound body collapsed lifelessly to the ground.

At that moment, a black van pulled up rapidly, and Ah Jie opened the door, shouting to Old Hei: "Quick, people are coming!"

Old Hei grabbed the belt of the bearded man's pants, using his waist for leverage. He lifted the two-hundred-pound frame with surprising strength.

Swiftly tossing the man into the van, he climbed in himself. Before the door even closed, Ah Jiao, who was driving, hit the gas, and the vehicle quickly disappeared around the corner.

More than thirty minutes later, the van stopped in front of an abandoned warehouse.

Old Hei opened the door, dragging the bearded man out, into the warehouse, and threw him onto the ground again.

The heavy impact roused the previously unconscious bearded man.

Wincing in pain, he opened his eyes and assessed the situation. Seeing the three standing men before him, his face instantly showed anger.

"Fuck!" He cursed, reaching for his waist, seemingly trying to retrieve something.

Old Hei sneered, tossing a black gun with a removed magazine to the ground: "Is this what you're looking for?"

His hand found empty space. Without the weapon, he panicked inwardly, though outwardly trying to remain calm.

He had recognized Old Hei from yesterday when he'd seen that Asian man.

"What do you want!"

Ah Jiao took two steps forward, crouched down, and coldly looked at the bearded man: "Yesterday, you informed others about our whereabouts, didn't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" The bearded man responded angrily, shouting, "I advise you to let me go right now, or you won't handle the consequences!"

Seeing his temper, Ah Jiao stood up and said to Old Hei: "Increase the pressure."

Old Hei sneered, his fist cracking with the sound of knuckles.

After a friendly exchange, the bearded man finally relented: "Stop! Damn it, stop! I'll talk! I'll talk!"

Old Hei took a breath, shook his aching arm, and stepped aside.

Ah Jiao approached again, crouched down, and repeated the earlier question: "Did you disclose information about us to others yesterday?"

The bearded man, bloodied, nodded: "It was me."

"Who are they?" Ah Jiao pressed further.

...

Manila, on the street opposite Lucky Come.

Yang Zhihao scanned the surroundings quickly, confirming no one nearby before swiftly running toward the black Crown parked by the road.

Having roamed the streets since the age of seven or eight, he naturally understood why Qi Yun wanted him in the car, clearly not wanting to attract attention.

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