After agreeing on tonight's plan and considering all the details, Qin Che dismissed his three maids after everyone had left.

Lina looked at him and asked, "Since you don't respect Wang Fang, why did you have him killed, and at such a high cost?"

Qin Che laughed and asked, "What price did I pay?"

“There are military camps near the embassy. If you send someone to attack the embassy, ​​it will definitely cause huge casualties. Don’t forget, you only have 300 men.”

"That was just a feint. People are just expendable resources. I have nothing to do with them, so it doesn't matter to me."

Lina sneered and said, "Then why kidnap Hong Chen?"

Qin Che said, "Tying him up is to make Shen Xihai believe that Chen Fusheng is indeed disloyal to me. Attacking the embassy and killing Wang Fang is also a smokescreen. Shen Xihai will use this to conclude that Chen Fusheng and my faction have broken ties in Sand Castle and he will no longer help me. So I decided to act alone and stir up trouble to shift everyone's attention to Wang Fang."

Lina frowned and said, "Would Shen Xihai consider things that deeply? Are you overestimating his intelligence?"

Qin Che: "I don't know, but I won't underestimate my opponent. I'll do what needs to be done thoroughly."

Lina asked, "So, is Chen Fusheng's break with you real, or just a pretense?"

Qin Che leaned closer with a half-smile and whispered, "What do you think?"

Lina looked into his eyes but couldn't read anything, so she could only say, "I heard you mention it on the way here before, and I thought it was true, but now... I'm not sure anymore."

"Don't worry about these things for now. I have something to tell you first: when the time comes, just be flexible and do as I say, understand?"

"Okay, go ahead."

As Lina listened to Qin Che's instructions, her expression grew increasingly strange.

What is all this nonsense?

...

At the same time, in Sandburg, at the party office.

Hu Jinglin pushed open the door and entered, a document tucked under his arm, which he gently placed on the desk.

"Mr. Qin has already entered Xibao," Hu Jinglin said expressionlessly.

Chen Fusheng took the document, glanced at it, signed it, and said with a smile, "Thank you, but there's something I've always been wondering about: when did you take over the underground intelligence department?"

Hu Jinglin smiled and said, "Don't worry, once you take the leadership position, I will hand over all the authority and responsibilities of the intelligence department to you."

"And what about you?"

Hu Jinglin: "I want to leave here with the master."

Chen Fusheng looked him over with interest: "You've all left one by one. First Li Jiuyuan, and now Sha Qingsui. But I still want to thank you all. You've worked hard."

Hu Jinglin nodded: "The master has always believed that only you and Mr. Qin can make Sandcastle better."

Chen Fusheng shook his head. "Don't tell me these things, it's pointless."

Hu Jinglin remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking: "Mr. Qin will definitely be able to eliminate Yuan Lin."

Chen Fusheng chuckled: "Yes, I like to hear that. We'll wait for good news from Mr. Qin. Once Yuan Lin is dead, Qin Guan will have no choice but to cooperate with us. Although he is the big boss of the Oasis Alliance, he is not qualified enough. The competitiveness of natural food is useless in this desert. It can never feed everyone. Without a partner, it will be even more difficult for Qin Guan."

"Have you already made contact with Qin Guan?" Hu Jinglin asked.

Chen Fusheng stood up, put his hands behind his back, looked towards the small garden, and said, "Not yet, but I'm certain he will choose to cooperate."

"Why?"

Chen Fusheng turned his head, looked at Hu Jinglin strangely, pointed in the direction of Xibao, and said loudly, "That's an extraordinary person! Who do you think he is?"

Hu Jinglin frowned and said, "Yuan Lin is very cunning. What if Mr. Qin's operation in Xibao fails?"

"That doesn't matter. It's just a matter of who's faster or slower. Besides, I don't think Mr. Qin will fail. No matter how cunning Yuan Lin is, he's just a mortal. Whether it's West Fortress or Wall One, they've never had the right mindset when it comes to dealing with the supernatural. They'll suffer, just like those self-righteous Jiang Tianshu and Zheng Shishu."

Hu Jinglin said, "If the No. 1 wall is going to mobilize troops to take down Sand Castle..."

Chen Fusheng sneered and said nothing more.

...

night.

Westburg remains the same as always.

Behind Meteor Pool, amidst the dazzling lights and revelry, stands a magnificent Chinese-style building with carved beams and painted rafters. People come and go, and distinguished guests are enjoying lavish feasts on each floor. At the main entrance, a group of handsome and well-dressed men and women stand to greet the honored guests.

You need to have a membership card to enter this place.

As the most prestigious entertainment venue in Westburg, it covers an extremely wide range of businesses and is located in the heart of the wealthy district. It usually caters to the most powerful figures, as well as high-ranking officials from Westburg's political circles, and even serves as a venue for meetings of a very few organizations.

The boss behind it is a woman, and everyone says she has a mysterious identity and an extraordinary background.

Some even claimed that this Lord Zhu came from the No. 1 wall, was a top figure in Lingbi City, or was the daughter of a high-ranking official.

A man covered in sweat staggered in through the door, fell to the ground, and then scrambled to his feet. Blood was flowing from his left arm through his sleeve. He was very weak and his face was deathly pale.

In the suite on the top floor of Meteor Pool, Zhu Ying gazed at the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a silk nightgown. Her features were exquisite, her skin fair, and she looked graceful and ethereal amidst the shimmering neon lights of the night.

She was holding a black wooden cigarette holder between her fingers, puffing out smoke, her left hand supporting her heavy, full breasts as she glanced at me sideways.

"Boss! Master Hong has been kidnapped!"

The man, panting heavily, reported the incident as quickly as possible.

Click.

The cigarette in Zhu Ying's hand fell to the ground instantly, breaking in two. The scalding tobacco burned the carpet, causing the fibers to shrink and curl, emitting a wisp of unpleasant smoke, which Zhu Ying eventually stomped out.

"Who are they?"

The man explained, “As soon as the master got out of the car, a group of people suddenly appeared from all directions. They had shotguns and, judging from their attire, were not residents of the wealthy street, but were definitely members of the violent organization inside the fort. We didn’t recognize any of them; they were all unfamiliar faces. We tried to chase after them, but they all scattered, causing us to lose sight of them.”

Zhu Ying frowned and said, "You may leave."

He had all the confidential documents in Hongchen Company on his person.

The kidnappers either kidnapped Hong Chen for these documents, or...

Zhu Ying turned her head and walked to a closet. She pulled open the ornament on top, and with a click, the closet tore open, revealing a wall with an embedded metal box inside. Zhu Ying opened it according to the password. In addition to a stack of documents and a pile of valuable chips, there was also a small radio.

Zhu Ying turned her back and operated the radio, immediately reporting the situation to her superior...

This radio station doesn't require sophisticated manufacturing processes; it only needs to be able to contact the nearby embassy in a very short time with extremely high efficiency. Someone will receive the intelligence transmitted through the radio at a fixed time every day.

After Zhu Ying finished her operation, she glanced at the time again.

Two hours left.