Geng Rui quickly packed her things and headed out. Just as she reached the door, she turned around and walked to Xiao Tian's side, saying, "If you don't receive my call or see me return by tomorrow morning, pack your things and leave immediately. Go anywhere you like. Call the boss, and he will send someone to pick you up."

As soon as he finished speaking and turned around, Xiao Tian stood up and said to Geng Rui, "I'll go with you."

"It's no use you going. Take care of yourself. Oh! The money is in the little metal box under the bed." After saying that, Geng Rui quickly went out, making a phone call as she walked.

Xiao Tian stood there stunned for a moment, then sat down in front of the computer and continued to stare at the monitor.

A wave of irritation washed over him, and he picked up the phone to call Xing Baohua.

Xing Baohua lazily answered the phone and said, "Hello!"

Then I heard: "Boss, something's happened..."

Xing Baohua, who was feeling sleepy, was startled awake when she heard Xiao Tian say that something had happened.

Pushing away the sect leader Zhou who was clinging to him, he walked to the window and listened carefully to what was being said.

He simply replied with one sentence: "Understood."

Back in the bedroom, after getting dressed, he saw that Master Zhou was also awake and said, "You continue to sleep. There's a bit of an emergency at the company that I need to handle."

Xing Baohua quickly arrived at his villa, woke up Old Zhou from the guard team, and said to him, "Take a dozen men to Japan right now. Don't all wear suits, everyone wear their own. Contact Geng Rui and follow her orders. If you can't get in touch, bring Xiao Tian back to me. Even if you all stay there, this man must live."

Old Zhou saluted Xing Baohua and said very solemnly, "Yes."

He turned and left to select his men, then followed the convoy to the airport, where a private jet was already waiting for them.

Xing Baohua tried calling Geng Rui, but the line was always busy.

Since Geng Rui has taken action, it means that the hidden forces within JD.com will also follow suit.

Although Geng Rui was only temporarily transferred by him, she was actually a member of the underground network. She often acted as a bridge, and when Xing Baohua had trouble handling something, those forces on the underground network would help him out.

Geng Rui was in charge of coordinating things. Old Zhang sacrificed himself, dying for that damned honor. They all always had a backup plan, not for the enemy, but for themselves.

I don't know where they learned this tradition from, maybe it was from fighting the Southern Yue? Or even earlier? It's impossible to know for sure now.

Will Old Wang survive? According to Xiao Tian, ​​it's unlikely. Once he's outside the underground, he won't be able to see anything. There's a high chance Old Wang will be captured. What if he also uses that last bit of honor? To keep him alive, Xiao Tian gave him the task of destroying the database.

Xing Baohua called Zhao Shanhai and told him to go to Japan immediately. They needed manpower to rescue Lao Wang if he was arrested.

Zhao Shanhai's side specializes in shady dealings. To clean up the mess, we can't use our undercover agents. If they discover any undercover activities, the Japanese Security Agency will get involved, and things will escalate.

But gang activities are a matter for the Metropolitan Police Department.

Following Xiao Tianna's instructions, Lao Wang headed to the elevator shaft. As veteran agents, getting into an elevator was a simple matter for them.

Moreover, he had more weapons than Lao Zhang, but unfortunately, he didn't have many bullets.

He intended to throw the hard drive down the elevator shaft, but as the elevator went up, he quickly squatted down.

Fortunately, there was some distance between the elevator and the top floor, otherwise he would have been crushed.

During the brief stop, Lao Wang saw an iron ladder to climb over the elevator shaft and jumped over it with a light leap.

Just then, the elevator went down again. Without the elevator lights, the surroundings were pitch black. Old Wang continued climbing up the shaft.

I climbed to the top in the dark, and when I couldn't climb any higher, I took out a box of matches from my pocket, lit one, and then I could see my surroundings. There were grille-like air vents on both the left and right sides.

The match went out quickly, and another one was lit inside. There was a pleasant surprise. The grilles were made of wood. I don't know what the Japanese were thinking. How could they use wood in this place?

Without a word, he turned sideways and started kicking. Luckily, he managed to get some strength in, and it broke open in a few kicks. Wood chips fell down. To be honest, he was very lucky; there was no one in the elevator at that moment. It was Little Fatty who had led the group down the elevator.

Old Wang understood a little better; so this was the ventilation shaft they had been looking for all along!

There's an opening on both the left and right sides, so one of them must be downwards and the other upwards.

A 50 percent probability.

Old Wang chose the one on the right, and luckily, he climbed up the exhaust pipe.

The pipe opening was only wide enough for one person to squeeze through, and the inside was full of dust. You had to support yourself with your arms and climb up little by little, as there was no foothold for your feet. Climbing like this was very tiring.

After more than forty minutes, Lao Wang finally felt that the air was a bit fresh, and there was some wind and noise.

Finally reaching the corner, he struggled to climb inside, finally able to catch his breath. Exhausted, Old Wang took a deep breath, which triggered a fit of coughing. The place was covered in dust.

It was stuck in my throat, very uncomfortable, and I couldn't help but cough.

Despite the discomfort, I crawled further in until I saw a small exhaust fan blocking my way.

After looking at it, I realized it couldn't be disassembled. I could only slowly reverse back and turn around, twisting my body inward with my feet and slowly kicking the exhaust fan.

The fan speed is not fast, so there's no need to worry about your feet getting hit by the blades.

I don't know what the Japanese were thinking. They used wooden grilles for the ventilation openings, but the exhaust fans are all iron, and they're quite sturdy. They didn't budge even after being kicked a dozen times.

Even if you can't kick it, you still have to kick it!

Gradually increasing the force, it took about ten minutes for the exhaust fan to loosen.

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