Song Yan left, but Qin's men were still somewhat unwilling. "Boss, are you really not going to send anyone to follow him?"

"Nine times out of ten you won't be able to keep up. We're just trying to make some money. Why worry about so much?"

"But…"

"I'm not that greedy. Besides, aren't you all just trying to vent your anger for that clown? He's useless. None of you are allowed to mess with this girl." Boss Qin became serious, and no one dared to say anything more. Boss Qin was able to stand firm because he was clear-headed. This young girl was so composed; could she not have something to rely on? Did they really have to provoke her? Wouldn't it be better to show their sincerity?

After confirming that no one was following him, Song Yan changed his clothes and checked into the only guesthouse in the county. At noon, he ate the food from his spatial storage. He would then deal with another important matter in the afternoon…

After taking a nap, Song Yan went to Han Yu's mother's house.

"Thief! Thief!"

A person carrying a briefcase ran towards you.

"Grab him, grab him!"

There are people running ahead, and people chasing behind.

As soon as someone shouted "Stop thief!" two pedestrians stepped forward to stop the man carrying the briefcase. The man with the briefcase was a ruthless fellow; quick and agile, he knocked down the two men blocking his way. He continued running.

"Catch him! Catch the thief!" the people behind shouted as they ran, getting very close to Song Yan as they approached the man with the briefcase.

Three more people in police uniforms came and stopped him.

The thief was nearby, and Song Yan had been trying to hide in a corner to minimize her presence. Unexpectedly, the man with the briefcase suddenly rushed towards her, the dark muzzle of a gun pointed at Song Yan's forehead. "If you dare move, I'll kill her." He quickly pulled Song Yan aside, holding the gun directly in front of her head.

Is this a petty thief? He's got a gun!

It was a handgun! That old Zeng! He's such a jinx. When Lao Du was teaching her how to disarm someone with her bare hands, he said, "What if someone points a gun at you?"

“Wan Xianghua, don’t be so stubborn. If you hurt innocent people, your crime will be even more serious,” a man in overalls shouted.

"If I fall into your hands, I'll definitely be sentenced to death. If you don't let me go, I'll make this woman die with me." The man named Wan Xianghua was very agitated.

Song Yan: "Be careful, calm down. It's just a briefcase, can't you just let it go?" Song Yan saw that the man only had a briefcase in his hand; it must be stolen goods! Song Yan was afraid that the man's gun might accidentally go off.

"Shut up!" The man named Wan Xianghua shoved Song Yan's head hard.

Song Yan: It hurts a lot!

The police officers and several men in overalls all drew their pistols, the dark muzzles pointing directly at Song Yan and her companion. Song Yan was completely bewildered. She, a quiet and gentle girl, had somehow run into violence after learning some self-defense techniques—and with guns, something she'd never even dared to dream of in her past life!

"Wan Xianghua, do you really want to stand against the people? If you voluntarily lay down your gun, I can try to get you leniency." It was the person in work clothes who was speaking, which meant that he was the one in charge.

"Don't lie to me. The fact that you found me today means you know I leaked the blueprints! Let me go. Let me take these blueprints with me. I won't hurt this little girl." Wan Xianghua's hands were trembling.

"What kind of blueprints is he holding?" The man named Wan Xianghua was holding a briefcase and had Song Yan by the neck. Given the tense standoff, these blueprints must be something special. Song Yan was curious and also wanted to distract the assailant. He had to disarm the assailant on the first try, or he'd be dead.

“Wan Xianghua, your grandparents were martyrs who sacrificed their lives. Do you want to tarnish their glory? Do you know the importance of this blueprint? Think about how heartbroken your parents would be if they knew what you did,” the man in overalls continued to persuade him. The police officers behind them had already quietly approached.

Wan Xianghua hesitated upon hearing this. "But so what? They can give me money, they can send me abroad. This weapon information also represents my parents' hard work, why can't I take it?"

Damn! It's this amazing? This isn't a thief, this is a spy, a traitor! Our country's weaponry probably isn't world-leading in this era. But if someone sees the blueprints, wouldn't that give us away?

"You trying to ambush me, huh?" Wan Xianghua noticed the police approaching from the left and fired a shot. Wan Xianghua was incredibly fast, but Song Yan reacted even faster. Following Old Zeng's instructions, he raised his gun to avoid being shot. Song Yan swiftly grabbed the gun, gripping Wan Xianghua's arm. Wan Xianghua tried to reach for his other gun, but Song Yan pressed it against his head. "Don't move!"

The men in overalls and the police seized the opportunity to pounce on Wan Xianghua, and he was caught.

Song Yan remained motionless, holding the gun in the same position.

The man in overalls said to her like he was coaxing a child, "Girl, give me the gun." He could clearly see that Song Yan was very nervous.

The man named Wan Xianghua wanted nothing more than to devour Song Yan.

"I don't know how to use a gun! You take it! I'm afraid to move, what if it goes off accidentally?" Song Yan remained in the same position as before.

The man in overalls slowly took the gun out of Song Yan's hand.

Wan Xianghua was stunned. So, although she had just pressed a gun to her head, this girl didn't know how to fire. He roared, "I thought you were one of their agents! Why are you meddling in other people's business?"

Everyone's expressions were rather subtle. Even the policeman who had just been shot in the leg thought Wan Xianghua was incredibly unlucky; he thought arresting a young girl would make her easy to control, but she turned out to be a tough nut to crack. Of course, the bad guys were unlucky, and the good guys were happy.

The man in overalls was rushing to get the injured to the hospital and hurriedly checked the blueprints in his briefcase. No one at the scene paid any attention to Song Yan; she quickly slipped away. She was just an ordinary person; she didn't want to be a hero.