"Haha, it's like finding a needle in a haystack," the man thought to himself with delight.
He subtly winked at his brothers, preparing to make his move when the young man got closer.
The young man seemed completely oblivious to the danger, frowning as he looked at the Song family's courtyard.
When he reached the spot where Old Mrs. Song had collapsed, he suddenly stopped.
"Zhiqing? Why are you back?" Song An asked worriedly.
Upon seeing his nephew, Song An rushed over, "Zhiqing, hurry! These bandits want to steal our family's treasure map!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Zhiqing smiled broadly.
He looked around and spotted the bandits hiding in the shadows.
"Uncle, I just forgot to take the treasure map, so I came back this time to get it," he said honestly.
Song An: "…………………………"
Seeing that he had been discovered, the third brother stopped hiding and stepped out, holding a knife in his hand. "Kid, hand over the treasure map, or don't blame us for being impolite."
"Lieutenant Chen," he called softly.
A dark gun barrel was pointed at his forehead. "Do you think your knife is faster, or my gun?"
Lieutenant Chen's hand holding the gun was steady, and his eyes were sharp as he looked at the third brother.
Third brother: "……………………"
Damn it, do you even need to ask? Of course it's because your gun is faster!
"Big brother, what do we do?" The underlings panicked.
The man gritted his teeth. "Third brother, I'm sorry, let's go!"
Several bandits sneaked out through the back door, some even scaling the wall to escape.
The third brother was dumbfounded. No! Didn't we say that we don't ask to be born on the same day, month, and year, but only ask to die on the same day, month, and year?
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