In the center of the warehouse on the first floor, the only two guards who hadn't fainted were kneeling on the ground, and Chen Wei directly shot a bullet in front of them, his tone cold: "Answer me one question, I'll only ask once."

"Where are the goods shipped from China three days ago."

...

On the other side, it was just after dawn in the bird market.

Qi Yun was awakened by the ringing of his phone, looked at the caller ID, and then swiftly got out of bed.

"Hey, Brother Wei!"

"We've secured the goods, and we're now heading out of the city." Chen Wei's words were concise over the phone.

Qi Yun immediately woke up upon hearing this: "Is anyone injured on your side?"

"No, but the guards on the other side had weapons. We fired, but no one was killed." Chen Wei calmly replied.

"Alright, I understand." Qi Yun paused, then continued, "Just head directly to the dock; someone there will assist you."

"Okay."

After hanging up, Qi Yun dialed Harris's number, waiting for half a minute before the call was answered.

"Qi Yun, my friend." Harris's laughter came through the receiver, amid loud music.

Qi Yun skipped the courtesies and spoke directly: "Harris, my people are already heading to the dock."

"Alright, rest assured, the ship you need has long been prepared, waiting at the dock. Once out of the inland sea, a cargo ship will be there to assist." Harris responded with confidence.

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun immediately smiled and thanked him: "Okay, once this is handled, I'll personally come to thank you!"

"Haha, I'm on vacation in the free America, you're welcome to find me anytime!"

"Alright, enjoy yourself!"

After ending the call, Qi Yun let out a long breath.

This time, asking for Harris's help, he paid the other party five million US Dollars, and Harris specifically arranged a container cargo ship, waiting in the open seas near the United Kingdom, ready to transport Chen Wei and his group along with the shipment to the dock at Hong Kong Island.

About Harris's capabilities, Qi Yun was quite confident, there shouldn't be any issues, since it wasn't the first time he asked for help from him.

"Hmm? What's up?" Zhao Qing stretched beside him, turning her head groggily.

Qi Yun smiled, touching her cheek: "Nothing, just dealing with some matters. What would you like for breakfast? I'll make it for you."

"I want fermented glutinous rice eggs~" Zhao Qing replied, eyes closed and mumbling.

"Hehe, alright, I'll make it for you."

Qi Yun got up from bed, washed up, and began preparing breakfast for the big and small one.

Two hours later, he received another call from Chen Wei, who told him they were already on the cargo ship, finally allowing Qi Yun's hung-up heart to settle.

Once Zhao Qing took their daughter out, Qi Yun first went through today's intel, but it was mostly worthless information, so he changed clothes and stepped out himself.

Thirty meters away in another building, Niu Da was teaching Old Black some boxing techniques in the living room.

The quarters were already quite spacious, and since people here didn't care much for TV, they had Zhong Rui arrange for the living room to be renovated into a gym, where they usually trained when idle.

Qi Yun stepped into the living room, watched the two practice for a while, then eagerly called out to Old Black: "Come, let's spar a few rounds."

Old Black hesitated upon hearing this.

Qi Yun knew what was bothering him, chuckling: "Don't underestimate me, you won't lose your salary if you hurt me."

Old Black was still somewhat awkward, reluctant to respond.

Qi Yun didn't give him a chance to refuse, immediately took off his short sleeves, revealing a solid frame: "Come! Don't hold back!"

As his voice fell, he sprinted forward, swinging a punch directly at Old Black's face. Old Black, unable to do anything, could only raise his arms to block.

The next second, Old Black's expression changed noticeably, stepping back two paces while rubbing his arm painfully, evidently not expecting Qi Yun's strength.

"I told you not to underestimate me!" Qi Yun laughed, moving forward again as the two formally engaged in the living room.

Minutes later, Old Black, panting heavily, retreated to the side: "Boss, I admit defeat!"

Qi Yun took the towel handed by Niu Da, wiping away sweat: "You've made quite a progress." He knew Old Black wasn't using full force just now, mainly defending passively, otherwise he might not have had the upper hand.

"Boss, you're impressive, I might not even stand a chance against your moves in a few months." It's no wonder Old Black never excelled in Ah Jiao's team for his wits, he even flatters others clumsily.

Qi Yun smiled: "Train hard with your Brother Niu, when you can last three minutes against him, I'll give you a raise!"

While they chatted, the sound of the door opening came again from outside, as Ah Jiao and Ah Jie entered.

Seeing the three big men in the room with bare torsos, Ah Jiao shyly turned her head away.

Minutes later, the five sat around on the sofa, Qi Yun's expression turning serious.

"Tomorrow we're heading to Northern Mongolia, this time..."

...

Over an hour later, after detailing tasks to Niu Da and others, Qi Yun then drove to Xin Da to find Wei Xueming.

In the office, Wei Xueming holding a tea mug, his tone helpless: "You, always giving me tough problems every day."

"I've found the people for you, but you must ensure to bring them back intact, without any incidents."

Qi Yun quickly promised after hearing this: "Don't worry, Old Wei, I'll definitely protect these people."

"This time it's an archaeological team being assembled; these people are going with you for archaeology. Watch your actions, don't let words spread." Wei Xueming subtly cautioned.

"Yes, understood." Qi Yun nodded in acknowledgment.

Since calling De Gaulle a few days ago, he saw increasing importance in the site at Northern Mongolia, hence must grasp the clues there.

Through several pieces of intel, he learned that people in Northern Mongolia have been grave digging and tomb raiding, thus guessing they must know some secrets, with the clue likely hidden in a tomb.

So he contacted Wei Xueming, asking help to assemble an archaeological team, intending to find the clues at the coordinates.

Excavating soil in sandy areas is not the same as tomb raiding; one needs legal procedures, otherwise it's tomb raiding, even if finally no items are taken from the tomb, merely damaging the structure is illegal.

Therefore, Qi Yun dared not act privately; such actions were fine if undiscovered, but if reported, even his status as a committee member wouldn't help.

"Did you catch any wind this time? Could you share?" Wei Xueming took off his glasses, probing Qi Yun.

In fact, after recent interactions, he quite liked Qi Yun for his capabilities, sense of propriety, and awareness of boundaries; helping him assemble the archaeological team and resolve approval procedures were favors done out of personal relations.

Qi Yun shook his head with a bitter smile: "You're overestimating me; if there's real information, it wouldn't come to me, those tomb raiders would've gone long ago."

Wei Xueming glanced skeptically, evidently not believing: "If you don't want to say, forget it; if there's nothing else, hurry up and go."

Qi Yun didn't mind, patting the tea he brought onto the desk: "Alright, I'll leave first. Coming to pick the archaeology team up early tomorrow."

"This tea leaves are good, remember to try them, don't just give them away."

He's genuine in these words; the two cans of tea were the same as those gifted to Old Chen last time, authentic Wuyi Mountain Dahongpao, costing Qi Yun over two hundred thousand for less than a kilo.

...

Another side, in a residential area in the New District.

Zhou Hongchang pointed at the projection screen, introducing to several colleagues: "In the past days, Xiaoyan analyzed surveillance information returned from the command center; starting June 7th, these two have frequently appeared at the same locations as the deceased."

"Moreover, they showed up in turns; I speculate they might've been monitoring the deceased."

Someone beside raised a hand to ask: "But we investigated Qiu Jiahao's background and found nothing special. His father used to serve as a deputy bookkeeper in the neighborhood, but he passed away a few months ago."

Zhou Hongchang's expression turned grave: "That's exactly what we need to investigate!"

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