Chu Kuo concealed himself in the deep shadows of the street corner, like a lurking cheetah, his eyes fixed on the finale of the meticulously planned and thrilling "grand show" not far away.

His eyes were like cold stars in the night sky, flashing with sharp and blazing light. Every glance seemed to pierce through the darkness and see through all the secrets of the world.

At this moment, his heart was like a surging sea, and he was pondering to himself.

The situation has reached a critical juncture, the time is ripe, and every minute and second is as precious as gold, allowing no delay whatsoever.

He knew that he bore a great mission, one that concerned the fate of many people and the direction of the entire situation.

So, he subconsciously wrapped his slightly worn coat tighter around himself, as if that would keep out all the cold and unease, and then hurried toward the Xia family home.

The cold wind was like a herd of wild horses, rampaging through the streets and alleys, making a sharp howling sound.

The city's hustle and bustle was gradually blown away by the biting cold wind, leaving it fragmented.

Along the streets, the dim streetlights stood alone, like lonely guardians, emitting a faint and hazy light that seemed to struggle in the darkness, trying to illuminate this cold world.

They stretched Chu Kuo's shadow long, casting a lonely yet resolute shadow on the ground.

Chu Kuo's cheeks were red from the cold wind, like ripe apples. The wind was like sharp blades, whistling and scraping against his face, stinging painfully, as if each blow was going to cut his skin.

However, his mind was not on the biting cold at all.

His mind was like a projector, constantly flashing through crucial intelligence that could shake the entire situation, every detail crystal clear.

His mind was completely occupied with the situation he was about to report to his superior. His heart was pounding in his chest, as if drumming up excitement for the upcoming report.

In his perception, the wind seemed to carry an urgent emotion, as if constantly urging him to quicken his pace to complete that important mission.

He took long, fast strides, leaving a trail of hurried footprints on the empty, desolate street. Each step was firm and powerful, as if he wanted to imprint his determination deep into the land.

Finally, Chu Kuo arrived at the Xia family's residence.

That familiar door was like a ray of hope to him. He didn't even have time to catch his breath, his chest heaving, and his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, before he was ushered into the house.

The warm air inside instantly enveloped him, creating a stark contrast with the icy world outside, giving him the illusion of having traveled from the dead of winter to the warmth of spring.

Xia Xiong sat upright in the main seat, his posture ramrod straight, his back as straight as a pine tree, exuding the calm and composed temperament that comes with the passage of time.

His eyes revealed a seasoned and wise resolve, a unique charm that comes with the passage of time.

However, at this moment, his eyes revealed an undisguised concern, his gaze fixed on the doorway, as if trying to see through the person about to enter, attempting to capture a crucial piece of information from their expression and movements.

Xia Wan stood to the side, her hands unconsciously gripping the hem of her clothes. Her fingers turned slightly white from the force, and the creased hem seemed to be a true reflection of her tense mood at the moment.

Her face was full of anticipation, her eyes fixed on the doorway, filled with anxiety and longing, hoping that Chu Kuo would bring them the good news they had been waiting for.

Her heart was pounding like a rabbit inside her chest, and every second of waiting felt like torture.

Chu Kuo composed himself, calmed his slightly rapid breathing, cleared his throat, and began to tell the story vividly.

"Sir, I recently visited my cousin Yan Liang. He received reliable information and led a group to Guo Guanghua's house. You wouldn't believe it, but the things they found at Guo's house were quite extraordinary."

As he spoke, he gestured in the air with his hands, his vivid movements seemingly able to reenact the scene.

His facial expression changed constantly as the story unfolded, sometimes tense, sometimes excited, and sometimes showing a hint of surprise.

When he got to the crucial point, his eyes shone like stars twinkling in the night sky, and his tone unconsciously became more forceful, as if he wanted to vividly present the scene to everyone, so that everyone could feel the shock as if they were there.

After he finished speaking, Xia Xiong and the others looked on in astonishment. Xia Xiong couldn't help but ask, "Really that many?"

When Xia Wan mentioned it before, they thought it was just a small item, but Chu Kuo just said it was a whole box of things, all of which were fragile, which was really hard to imagine.

The value of these antiques and the secrets they might hold stirred up a storm in Xia Xiong's heart.

His mind began to race, considering the meaning these antiques represented and their potential impact on the overall situation.

Xia Xiong suppressed his surprise and waved to Chu Kuo, signaling him to go out first.

The moment the door slowly closed, the soft sound of it shut seemed unusually loud in the quiet room, like a mysterious signal.

Xia Xiong suddenly turned to look at Xia Wan, his eyes filled with undisguised surprise: "Little girl, did you put all those things in there? How did you do that?"

His eyes held both doubt and a hint of inquiry, as if he wanted to find the hidden truth in Xia Wan's expression and answer.

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