Exhausted, Li Baolong collapsed into a deep sleep as soon as he returned to the hotel. He didn't know how much time had passed, but as the first rays of morning sunlight streamed into the room through the curtains, Li Baolong slowly opened his eyes, stretched, quickly washed up, and headed towards Chen Zu's room.

He knocked gently on the door, which quickly opened from the inside. Upon seeing Li Baolong, Chen Zu's face lit up with an ecstatic smile. He rushed forward, grasped Li Baolong's hand tightly, and exclaimed excitedly, "Mr. Li, it's so good to see you! I have wonderful news! I'm safe and sound, all thanks to your help!"

Li Baolong smiled slightly and replied, "That's good. However, we shouldn't stay here any longer. We need to find a way to leave quickly. Don't worry about the jade and gemstones. I will personally go to Hong Kong in a while and bring them to you. This way, you can evacuate more smoothly and safely."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zu's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally relaxed slightly. He nodded repeatedly in thanks, his gratitude overflowing. However, at this moment, Li Baolong felt a vague and inexplicable unease rising in his heart.

It turned out that late last night, the entire Guogan area had descended into chaos. Upon learning of Yang Dayong's tragic death and the attack on the militia that resulted in hundreds of casualties, the Bai family was enraged and immediately dispatched thousands of their troops to completely surround Guogan Old Street. At this very moment, just as dawn was breaking, these soldiers had already begun a thorough search of each house. Any unfamiliar faces discovered would be subjected to rigorous questioning and interrogation.

Meanwhile, Yang Xiaoyong was completely distraught, hiding at home all day and refusing to leave. His house was heavily guarded, with numerous armed bodyguards patrolling constantly. Even now, Yang Xiaoyong still couldn't accept the cruel reality—that he had killed his own brother with his own hands!

Li Baolong rushed to the jade market, where it was bustling with people, but he had no time to appreciate the lively scene, as he was preoccupied with something important. Finally, he spotted that familiar figure in the crowd—Minglan.

Minglan's expression was grave. As soon as she saw Li Baolong, she couldn't wait to say, "The Bai family is really angry and serious this time! They've mobilized all their militia, vowing to catch the culprits who attacked the military camp last night. And even Yang Xiaoyong has been placed under house arrest!"

Upon hearing this, Li Baolong frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Do you know someone named Wei Chao?"

Upon hearing this name, Minglan glanced at Li Baolong in surprise, then exclaimed in astonishment, "You actually know him?"

Li Baolong nodded and replied calmly, "Yes, we have some connection. I came here today to ask him for a favor."

Minglan took a deep breath and slowly said, "This Wei Chao is no simple man. He's quite a force in northern Myanmar. They're also in the jade business, but they've never gotten along with the Bai family of Kokang. They often clash fiercely over jade mines. Unfortunately, the Bai family is numerous and powerful, so Wei Chao and his group often suffer losses. Now their sphere of influence is no longer in Kokang."

Li Baolong nodded thoughtfully, indicating that he understood the implications. Then he decisively said, "In any case, I've decided to talk to him later. We'll discuss the specifics when I get back tomorrow." With that, he turned and walked towards Wei Chao's direction, leaving Minglan standing there, watching his departing figure with worry.

Li Baolong sat steadily in the driver's seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. He pressed down hard on the accelerator, and Yang Dayong's military vehicle sped off like an arrow. The wheels spun rapidly, kicking up clouds of dust, and raced towards their destination.

Before long, the car arrived at an intersection. A short distance ahead, several vehicles were neatly parked on the roadside, and a group of militiamen in camouflage uniforms, armed with weapons, were busily checking passing vehicles. Li Baolong took a closer look and inwardly cried out, "Oh no! There's a checkpoint here!" He roughly estimated that there were about a dozen militiamen.

Li Baolong cautiously surveyed his surroundings, his gaze sweeping over a tense and solemn atmosphere. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind: "Just a dozen miles ahead is Wei Chao's territory. If I'm stopped here, the consequences will be unimaginable! It seems I have no choice but to force my way through this checkpoint." With that thought, Li Baolong reached into a concealed space inside the car without hesitation, retrieved a dozen or so hand grenades and a brand-new submachine gun, and carefully placed them within easy reach beside him.

With everything prepared, Li Baolong took a deep breath, slowly released the brake, and gently pressed the accelerator, allowing the car to approach the checkpoint at a slow speed. When he was only a dozen meters away from the checkpoint, he suddenly rolled down the window, swung his arm, and four grenades, emitting blue smoke, flew straight forward like meteors. Several deafening explosions followed, flames shooting into the sky and thick smoke billowing. The dozen or so militiamen who had been standing ramrod straight collapsed to the ground like ears of rice blown down by a strong wind, unable to rise from their positions.

Taking advantage of the smoke and the enemy's momentary lapse in concentration, Li Baolong decisively floored the accelerator. The car roared forward, hurtling ahead like a wild horse. In the blink of an eye, it had breached the first line of defense. However, Li Baolong didn't stop there. He quickly grabbed two grenades and hurled them forcefully at the checkpoint building about twenty meters away. Two even more violent explosions followed, shaking the entire building violently. The militiamen inside had no time to escape and were thrown to the ground by the powerful blast. Severely wounded, they lay on the ground, howling in agony, their cries echoing through the sky.

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