"I received a call from the eldest son of the Ji family at one o'clock in the morning. He was still in the exercise, so I contacted Zimo and brought him here directly. Zimo is still resting now." Fu Muqian came over as soon as he finished the exercise.

Gu Nanyan poured him a glass of warm water and handed it to him. "He should be fine. I see that his basic vital signs have returned. The injuries he suffered were indeed quite serious; they could have killed him."

“Pengcheng…” Fu Muqian murmured the name, “Isn’t that the place where you and Master Shen were kidnapped back then?” He seemed to realize something.

That incident caused quite a stir back then; many officials in Pengcheng were dismissed.

“Yes, it’s that small place. I didn’t expect that after more than ten years, it would cause trouble again. The people behind it are very well hidden.” Gu Nanyan’s voice was lazy and elegant, his eyes slightly raised, and he was playing with the relic in his hands.

Fu Muqian moved his neck and leaned back, looking at Gu Nanyan like this, and curled his lips, "Wait until Zi wakes up. I'm very curious what that tiny, remote place could possibly have that would be worth the schemes of the people behind it."

While the two were talking, Shen Beian returned.

"Fifth Master Shen." Fu Muqian didn't even get up, only calling out once.

Over the past year, Shen Bei'an has been attending more and more gatherings with Gu Nan'an and this group of people, and over time they have become familiar with each other.

“Young Master Fu.” Shen Bei’an sat down directly next to Gu Nan’an.

Next, the young couple showed off their affection, while a certain single person watched.

"How is Ziqing?" Ziya Jingmo walked in, dressed in a white coat. He had obviously been dragged out of bed last night and had just taken a short rest.

"She should be waking up soon," Gu Nanyan glanced at the data from the cell repair device; there was still about an incense stick's worth of time left. "Shouldn't she go back to sleep?"

As soon as Ziya Jingmo arrived, she went to Shen Juanqing to operate the instruments. Upon hearing Gu Nanyan's words, she shook her head and said, "No, I'm used to it."

She was already used to the high-intensity work.

"They were pretty ruthless. Looking at the bullet holes on Ziqing's body, they look like the latest DE14 developed by 711. Ziqing is lucky; the bullet only missed his heart by half an inch." Although Ziya Jingmo had never been to a military camp, he knew a little about firearms from being around this group of classmates.

"You mean the people from 711 are involved too?" Fu Muqian narrowed his eyes, even more confused!

As expected, the empire is always at the forefront of the world's attention. How could some international organizations not get involved if it makes any move?

Ziya Jingmo rolled her eyes. Why are all politicians like this? She only mentioned it briefly, and it veered into this topic.

What if it was sourced from 7-Eleven?

"I am a doctor, not a politician," Ziya Jingmo said with a smile to Fu Muqian.

For some reason, Fu Muqian always felt there was a hint of irony in the tone.

Fu Muqian realized he had asked the wrong person and looked at Gu Nanyan with an embarrassed smile, "Ziyan, I remember... Senior Hua Yin seems to be an elder of 711, why don't we ask Senior Hua Yin?"

Hua Yin?

The name startled Shen Bei'an; wasn't this Flower, one of the five elders of 711?

He is the biggest arms dealer in Western Europe, and also a close friend of the female protagonist in the original book.

"Besides, I remember that Senior Hua Yin is an arms dealer, isn't he?" Fu Muqian didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said as an imperial soldier.

Ziya Jingmo ignored the two politicians and turned to continue looking at Shen Juanqing.

Shen Beian couldn't get a word in edgewise, so he listened quietly, occasionally handing Gu Nanyan his water glass.

"You two, Zi is awake." Zi Ya and Jing Mo's voice suddenly rang out, and the two who were talking stood up one after the other, and Shen Beian also stood up and walked over.

Having just emerged from the cell repair device, Shen Juanqing showed no signs of the paleness she had displayed the previous night.

However, the chilling aura emanating from him had not completely dissipated.

This was the first time Shen Bei'an had seen Shen Juanqing like this.

What he saw in the book was what he was describing, but his actual experience now was a completely different feeling.

"Ziqing, how are you feeling?" Gu Nanyan asked, handing her a glass of water.

Shen Juanqing took the water glass, took a sip, closed his eyes, and asked, "Can you transfer Zixi away?"

This was Shen Juanqing's first sentence.

Everyone present changed their expressions.

“Ziqing…” Fu Muqian wasn’t stupid; he naturally knew that this must involve the Weisheng family.

"Is it troublesome?"

Shen Bei remained silent and listened attentively.

My brain felt like it was about to explode.

This is a plot point that doesn't even exist in the original book!

What's going on here?

Shen Juanqing raised his arm, his eyes icy cold. "Uncle...you..." He noticed Shen Bei'an standing next to him.

Some things are better left hidden.

"It's nothing, just say it." Shen Bei'an didn't know what to say, so Gu Nan'an spoke up directly, pulled up two chairs, and sat down with Shen Bei'an.

Ziya Jingmo and Fu Muqian each pulled up a chair and sat down.

Without hesitation, Shen Juanqing began to speak slowly.

Unsurprisingly, it really was the "embryo project" orchestrated by the medical alliance.

Gu Nanyan was not surprised that the Weisheng family was involved.

Ever since she discovered the relationship between the Weisheng family and the Caster family, she had had a feeling about it.

The remaining three, however, were hearing about it for the first time.

Shen Bei'an never imagined that such a thing could exist in this world!

"Have you obtained any concrete evidence?" Only Gu Nanyan remained calm.

Shen Juanqing took out a chip from his pocket and handed it to Gu Nanyan. "It's not a direct descendant of the Weisheng family, but the Han family that they have always relied on. The Han family's original base was Pengcheng. Later, the eldest branch came to the capital, while the second branch stayed in Pengcheng. The incident in the southwest is inextricably linked to the Han family."

"You mean the drug lord incident in the Southwest?" Fu Muqian reacted quickly. Last year, the fourth young master of the Chu family died in northern Myanmar, and the Chu family has not been able to leave since.

The Third Young Master, who has always been known as a "naive and innocent" person, joined the Emperor's Army.

Anyone with a brain knows that it was definitely not an accident!

“Yes,” Shen Juanqing nodded. He had been in Pengcheng for quite some time and had found out almost everything he needed to.

However, no actual evidence has yet been found to link it to the microbial family.

Under these circumstances, it was perfectly normal for the Weisheng family to throw the Han family out.

Families affiliated with the main family are also aware of these rules, so they destroy any evidence related to the main family when they do things, and they are also extra careful when they do things themselves.

After all, the last person to go in wasn't from the main family.

If it's a minor matter, the master's family can handle it and there won't be any problems. But if it's a major matter, the master's family might not only not protect you, but might even personally send you down to your death.

“Chu Hua is blocking the way. I guess Chu Hua must have discovered that the drug dealer has connections with the Han family and is arresting people for human experimentation.” Shen Juanqing knew Chu Hua.

Chu Hua is the most outstanding student at the top military academy in Southwest China, but her heart is not in the army; she wants to become a narcotics officer.

She was originally supposed to transfer from the Southwest First Military Academy to the Southwest Police Academy after that holiday.

Clearly the most beautiful age

But he died in the most sinful place.

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One incense stick - five minutes

The guns are fictional and do not exist in reality.