Yuan Zhuan stood to the side with a smile, letting Qi Ming and the other three fill the two boxes with their nearly meter-long backpacks. With large backpacks hanging on his chest and back, and another bag around his waist, he looked like he was there to buy goods.

The two crates were filled to the brim, leaving not a trace of dust. The four of them then looked at the other supplies in the cellar with lingering satisfaction. They were mostly rice, flour, oil, bread, and wine. The food and drinks were too heavy, and their regret was undisguised. They couldn't take them all. "Boss, should we leave all this for them?"

“Thieves who burn, kill, and loot don’t deserve to eat. You all go to the boat and wait for me. I’ll clean up the mess. Hurry, they’re coming soon.”

The little paper figure has already reported that the bandits on the island have rallied together and are coming with firearms; they are moving very fast.

"Yes." The four nodded and ran off without looking back.

Once Yuan Zhuan was sure all four had left, he turned around and collected the remaining supplies from the cellar.

Thieves never leave empty-handed. Leaving them behind? Haha, how could that be?

With so much food and drink, her family won't need to buy rice, flour, or oil for ten years.

As the five men boarded the small boat and sailed away, the deafening roars and screams from the island, mixed with the sounds of retaliatory bullets, were like pleasant, retro music, uplifting the mood.

Yuan Zhuan took out a tuft of hair, wrapped it in a talisman, lit it, and it turned into blue smoke, pointing directly in another direction.

Wherever Zou Junwei is, Song Changhui is there too; there's no need to think about it at all.

"Are you hungry? Want something to eat or drink? This is all wine, no more than 15 degrees. Get a good night's sleep when you get back; you should head back tomorrow." Yuan Zhuan's backpack was filled with bread and boxes of wine.

"Thank you, boss." The four of them were overjoyed, taking bread, dried meat, and wine from the pile of food that Yuan Zhuan had pulled out.

Men who cultivate internal strength naturally eat a lot; Yuan Zhuan's 50-centimeter-long black bun was visibly emptied.

Qi Ming took the empty bag and moved some of the spoils that were about to explode around everyone's waists, carrying them away.

Yuan Zhuan didn't compete with others and was happy to relax.

"They're catching up, speed up." The system's voice rang in my mind.

Port Hotel.

Song Changhui couldn't sleep soundly. He had something on his mind and woke up almost every hour. The little paper figure on his clothes seemed to have disappeared after Yuan Zhuan and the others left, and he didn't know if it had stopped working.

After tossing and turning until past three in the morning, Song Changhui couldn't fall asleep any longer. He sat up, lit a cigarette, and stood by the window, lost in thought.

Although he believed Yuan Zhuan and his group would return unharmed, he couldn't rest easy until they appeared. He was afraid of the worst-case scenario; that child was so strong, his background must be unfathomable, and if something happened to him, they would have no way to explain themselves.

"Master has arrived, go and greet him." When the hour hand on the watch pointed to five o'clock, a low, indistinct male or female voice sounded in my ear.

Song Changhui shuddered, hissed, and extinguished the sparks on his fingers.

"Can't you give me a warning before you speak? You're scaring me to death!" The accusation had barely left his lips when Song Changhui suddenly remembered what it had said. His eyes lit up, and he strode toward the door.

The hotel was nearly two kilometers from the dock, so he needed a car. They had already rented several cars, all of which were under Xie Huan's control.

only……

Song Changhui did not expect to see Xie Huan preparing to leave when he stepped into the hall.

"You received the notification too?" That's all I can think of.

"Aren't you the same?"

In the courtyard, two military green jeeps made a few turns and quickly drove away.

In a room on the second floor, a figure can see everything in the courtyard below from the window.

"They must be back."

As the small boat approached the dock, patrols were already waiting at the port.

"Boss, there are patrols."

"fine."

As the small boat approached the shore, the patrol officers in uniform quickly stepped forward to intercept it.

After disembarking, the four men stood in a V-shape, surrounding Yuan Zhuan in the middle.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" The tall, burly patrolman shouted gruffly, one hand on his waist and the other gripping his stun gun, his eyes fixed intently on the five men in front of him.

There was nothing he could do; these people were simply too imposing. Even with four police officers behind him, he was still intimidated.

As the captain approached, the four officers fixed their gazes on the men—strangely wrapped in blankets and the small child in the middle—who all looked menacing.

They didn't want to lose their lives on patrol, after all, life was so wonderful.

So even when they saw the captain approaching, they just stood by the railing and watched. When those strangers glanced at them, they timidly looked away.

“We are Chinese, we have proper paperwork and documents. Your patrol chief knows our captain, Xie Huan. The ambassador from the Chinese Embassy in Baqi has called us.” Qi Ming replied coldly, a chill flashing in his eyes as he looked at the patrol captain’s hand holding his gun.

"Patrol Chief?" Hales, half-believing, stopped his aggressive zigzag stance and stood up straight. "Wait a moment, let me ask." The entire conversation was in English, and even though Hales spoke haltingly, it didn't stop Qi Ming from guessing and making inferences.

Hales called his teammates over to watch over him, then went to the side to make a phone call, occasionally glancing up in their direction.

The four patrol officers came over, but they didn't dare to look directly at Yuan Zhuan and the others, glancing at the packages hanging in front of and behind them out of the corner of their eyes.

On the other end of the phone, "Oh, it's those weasels. I know. You try to stall them first, and I'll send someone over to kill them." The patrol chief spoke of 'killing' as casually as if he were having a meal or chatting.

Hales hadn't expected this decision. Those people looked like troublemakers, and if a fight broke out, he couldn't even guarantee his own safety.

After hanging up the phone, Hales remained silent for a long time before hesitantly walking towards Yuan Zhuan and the others.

"Please wait a moment, our patrol chief wishes to come and receive you personally." There was nothing wrong with saying this; it was indeed the patrol chief who wanted to see them, but the reception was turned into a murder.

Qi Ming met Hales's somewhat evasive gaze directly, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.

"Song Changhui is almost here. Don't worry about him for now," Yuan Zhuan instructed.

As for the patrol chief, it's perfectly normal for him to drown after drinking too much and walking past the pool.

On the other side.

Inside the brightly lit villa, more than a dozen high-ranking officials from the Eight Banners were singing, dancing, and toasting each other.

A short, stout man with a curly mustache was smiling as he drank with a tall, thin, brown-haired woman across from him. “Please rest assured, I will personally deliver their bodies to your residence.”

However, they had already killed a batch of weasels last time, leaving no corpses behind; they were all fed to the sharks.

Practice makes perfect, it's not difficult at all.

"Then I wish our inspector a three-level promotion next year." The brown-haired woman meaningfully raised her glass and clinked it with the other person's.

"Come on, let's dance! Today is a day of celebration, and we're sure we can complete the mission as perfectly as before."

Come on, my darlings, let's dance!

On the dock side, a completely different trend has emerged.

Hales and his five companions were all forced to the rough stone ground, their mouths stuffed with plastic bags—leftovers from the bread Yuan Zhuan and his group had eaten. Luckily, they had carried these bags with them to avoid ocean pollution, and now they were putting them to good use.

Hales helplessly allowed the people on top of him to hold him down and tie him up with ropes. He had no strength at all. These ruthless people could lay on the ground like a salted fish on a chopping board the moment they touched his shoulder. Waaah...

What kind of monsters are they? Waaah... Chinese kung fu is so strange, waaah... What's the use of carrying a gun? He doesn't even have a chance to pull the trigger, and the scariest thing is, he doesn't even have a chance to draw it, waaaah...

The other four cannon fodder were even more obedient than Hales. They didn't even struggle. They knelt on the ground with their buttocks sticking out and their faces pressed to the ground, their eyes closed, and they didn't utter a sound.

They had to survive, they absolutely had to survive—that was the sentiment of the four men.

"Boss, they're actually quite afraid of dying." Song Qian looked at the honest men who seemed to have no will to live and smiled, revealing her teeth.

Yuan Zhuan smiled and stepped forward. Qi Ming stepped back two steps and stood behind Hales. From Hales' perspective, he was like a knife hanging in the air, and his eyes could kill.

Waaaaah… Hales was on the verge of tears, regretting for the hundredth time why he had come to patrol. It was Casley's shift today! If he had made it back alive, the first thing he would have done was beat Casley to a pulp!

"Your patrol chief seems to enjoy drinking quite a bit, doesn't he? Drinking can easily lead to mistakes and slips up; it's not a good habit." Squatting down, Yuan Zhuan smiled as if he were advising an elder to take care of their health.

Hales, the person involved, broke out in a cold sweat, desperately craning her neck to see who this person was. What did she mean? Why do people tend to make mistakes when they're drunk?

Song Changhui turned the steering wheel and entered the inner lane, where he could see the port environment at a glance.

only……

The four imposing figures, like door gods, and the big shot who was squatting down talking to someone on the ground came into view. Song Changhui's eye twitched. What were they doing?

"Boss, the captain and the others are here." Hu Jun was the first to spot the two jeeps driving over.

squeak……

Sizzle...

The car stopped, and two handsome figures leaped out of different vehicles, striding towards them.

"Yuan Zhuan, what happened to them?" Song Changhui frowned and asked, his gaze falling on the five people kneeling on the ground. Could it be that these bastards did something outrageous?

"Waaaaah..."

"Waaah..."

Hales remembered what Xie Huan looked like. He was on the night shift when they came ashore yesterday. He knew that Xie Huan was the leader of these people. He also met Song Changhui.

Upon seeing Xie Huan, Hales felt as if he were seeing his own father, his eyes welling up with tears, which streamed down his face as he sobbed incessantly. He couldn't utter a word, but one could roughly guess that he was complaining.

Xie Huan: ...

He didn't really want to talk to him, but...

As their gazes swept over the packages on Qi Ming and the others, Xie Huan and Song Changhui's eyes twitched uncontrollably for a moment.

"You guys... made a profit?" Xie Huan's expression was somewhat complicated.

"Yes, we earned it ourselves," Hu Jun said with a fake smile, pretending to adjust the straps on his shoulders, but his defensive movements were not too obvious.

"Let's get on." Yuan Zhuan said nothing and told everyone to get on the car first.

This time, Xie Huan and Song Changhui didn't say anything and just followed them back to the car.

As for the people on the ground, even though everyone else had left, they didn't dare to get up yet.

"You guys go back first, I'll catch up with you soon."

"Where are you going?" Song Changhui asked, somewhat worried.

"I need to take care of something. Let's go."

After watching the two cars leave, Yuan Zhuan turned and returned to the dock.

"Let's go, take me to the patrol chief's house to see his beautiful villa." Yuan Zhuan picked up Hales, affixed a Swift Wind Talisman, and disappeared.

The other four watched helplessly as the two vanished in a flash, and then they all fainted.

Before they fainted, they were wondering why they had to experience such a terrifying ghost story firsthand. Was she a demon? No, they didn't want to go to hell, not at all.

Hales, the person involved, fainted while being passively suspended in mid-air and was slapped awake. He found himself lying on a paper horse, which was still running forward without eyeballs. His eyes rolled back and he fainted again.

"What a coward," Yuan Zhuan said dismissively as he helped the man up.

System: I'll endure it, I'll endure it, I can't hold back anymore, there's no need to endure it any longer.

"Anyone who woke up to find themselves on a paper horse, and the paper horse was still running, would faint. Have some decency!"

Yuan Zhuan: ...

I got scolded again.

"Have you been bored lately and just want to get yelled at?"

"How many things do you think the public can accept about your Xuanmen sect? And you're indiscriminate in your methods, using all sorts of tricks!" The system was a bit talkative today, mainly because it was also a little scared.

Yuan Zhuan: What you said makes a lot of sense.

Following the directions given by Hales, Yuan Zhuan and Hales arrived at their destination in no time.

In the darkness around the corner, Hales sat on the ground, while Yuan Zhuan crossed his arms and coldly watched as the patrol chief put more than a dozen men and women into the car and drove away one by one.

Dozens of small paper figures scattered from his hand, floating up before landing, and then found their respective targets and pasted them onto the back of the car. Hales stared wide-eyed, his eyes rolled back, and he felt dizzy again.

A cold hand patted Hals on the head, and Hals shivered violently from the cold.

"Hals, I'm giving you good fortune. You'll sit in the position of patrol chief. Remember, from now on, you can't disobey me no matter what I tell you to do, otherwise, hehe..." The sinister female voice was so gentle, yet it made Hales wish he could die on the spot.

The patrol chief, him? Really?

With a carrot dangling in front of him, Hales perked up and actually got up from the ground.

The patrol captain has been in his position for five years, but the patrol chief doesn't like him, so he'll never be promoted. Now someone is saying that he can be promoted three ranks and he can do whatever he wants.

"Yes!" He stood at attention and saluted, then turned around, only to find that the female ghost boss had vanished without a trace.

Now is his chance to escape. Should he go?

If I leave, I might never have another chance to advance.

While Hales was wandering around outside, Yuan Zhuan had already entered the villa area, found villa number 121, and, as if strolling through his own backyard, followed someone inside after seeing them.

Upon entering, you'll see a European-style garden, with the swimming pool located in the southeast corner.

Gajir let out a burp and staggered along the cobblestone path. He was going to go back and get a good night's sleep. After today, in three days at most, he would be the district chief. Hehe... It was just a simple matter of killing a few weasels.

Kill, kill, kill!! Hehe... kill them one by one, hehe...

"Gajir, it's time." A soft female voice sounded in my ear.

Is it time? What's time?