Mr. Yan, wake up! Your wife isn't a delicate little flower.

A villa area in Z city.

"Brother Jin, Sabu hasn't given us any news yet. Should we go and meet him now?" It was his underling's anxious voice on the other end of the phone.

Su Jin glanced at the people not far away and whispered, "Go and meet them. Leave before the typhoon hits; it's already pouring rain."

"Okay, Brother Jin."

After hanging up the phone, Su Jin glanced at the bed.

In the dimly lit room, only a dim yellow lamp by the bedside could barely illuminate a small area.

In the dim light, you can see a man in a black shirt, lounging lazily against the headboard.

The man was handsome, and his excessively pale skin contrasted sharply with his black shirt.

The man was looking down, his high nose bridge framing a small fan-shaped shadow on his face, where long eyelashes resembled butterfly wings.

"Yan, Brother Yan?" Su Jin asked tentatively in a low voice.

The person on the bed suddenly opened their eyes, staring coldly at Su Jin with a pair of dark, deep eyes.

He frowned slightly, seemingly displeased at being disturbed.

Su Jin said cautiously, "Brother Yan, it's me."

Yan Mingchuan looked up at him, and after a long pause, finally spoke: "Did you get the goods?"

His voice was cold and aloof.

"Sabu did not respond."

Su Jin truthfully explained the situation: "They may have run into trouble, and we've already sent someone to meet them."

"Guarantor".

Yan Mingchuan gave the order.

Su Jin nodded: "I will do my best to protect Sabu."

"Um."

Yan Mingchuan pressed the button by the bedside, and the whole room lit up as if it were daytime.

Accustomed to the darkness, Su Jin subconsciously raised her hand to block out the light.

Only Yan Mingchuan, seemingly unperturbed, picked up his computer and began working: "Any news about Yunshan Ke and Ghost Hand?"

"No, not yet. Spiderweb hasn't replied either." Su Jin looked at Yan Mingchuan, her face showing a mixture of helplessness and heartache.

Yan Mingchuan is the heir to the Yan family, a top-tier wealthy family in City A. The family has a long history and hundreds of years of heritage.

His mother was said to be an elegant lady of mixed Chinese and Y descent, whose family was a well-known noble family in Y country with substantial assets.

The Yan family members are all good-looking, and Yan Mingchuan's parents were once a famously handsome couple in City A.

Yan Mingchuan has an extremely high IQ.

At just sixteen years old, he had already swept through Wall Street.

It has caused many individual investors with get-rich-quick mentality to go bankrupt, and even large companies have fallen.

Having graduated from an Ivy League school at the age of twenty, he returned to take over the family business and, in just two years, brought the Yan family to new heights.

Yan Mingchuan has been exceptionally talented since childhood, leaving other scions of wealthy and powerful families far behind.

He is a true prodigy.

Because of his good genes, outstanding family background, and high intelligence, Yan Mingchuan is the dream lover of many women in the circle of the wealthy.

Unfortunately, three years ago, this promising young man was in a car accident, and his legs still cannot be healed.

However, even though he was injured in a car accident and had difficulty walking, he could still cause turmoil in City A with just one decision.

"What kind of look is that?"

Yan Mingchuan noticed Su Jin's strange gaze, turned his head to look at him, and his eyes were distant and indifferent.

No, no.

Su Jin sat down beside Yan Mingchuan's bed with a grin: "Brother Yan, do you think Shen Zenan will wake up?"

Yan Mingchuan has dominated the business world for so many years, and he is practically untouchable both domestically and internationally, which has made him many enemies.

He didn't care about those people.

Only Shen Zenan, the youngest son of the Shen family who had established himself abroad, opposed him at every turn, and the two clashed more than ten times.

It was basically a draw.

Nobody benefited.

Almost three years ago, Shen Zenan had an accident, only a few months apart from the time of his accident.

I recently heard that his condition has improved somewhat because a very capable research team has developed a special medicine for him.

"He can wake up."

Yan Mingchuan's gaze fell on the computer screen: "Have you prepared the contract and proposal I asked you to?"

"It's all ready and has been sent to the town. Now it's up to the mayor there to decide."

Su Jin came here with Yan Mingchuan not only for the medicine, but also for project matters, which required on-site inspection.

Yan Mingchuan: "A typhoon is expected in the next few days. Give the order to make preparations in advance."

"No problem, Brother Yan."

*

Inside the research institute's canteen.

Bai Ce rushed in from outside: "Boss, you're right, the person is indeed in the ventilation duct."

"I couldn't hold it in any longer and ran out!"

"Did you catch him?" Cheng Xihe stood up, his face ashen.

Bai Ce shook his head: "Not yet. After he climbed out of the ventilation duct, he jumped directly into the garbage station."

They were spotted by security cameras while trying to escape, and are currently scaling the wall. Our people are on their way.

"What about the power grid?" Cheng Xihe clenched his fists.

This person clearly came with the intention of stealing my things, so they must have had a backup plan.

Scratching his head, Bai Ce said awkwardly, "Boss, it's pouring rain outside, and a typhoon is coming soon. All the external power equipment in our research institute is undergoing maintenance."

This is necessary work before a typhoon, and repairs are carried out in batches.

I didn't expect the other party to even know about this gap.

The electrical grid on the exterior wall failed at a critical moment.

"You guys go and intercept him first, I'll be there soon." Cheng Xihe turned and went back to his office.

After taking the items, Cheng Xihe drove directly to the back mountain.

Once you leave the research institute, there is only one way to go.

It means heading towards the edge of a cliff.

Outside the car window, the rain was pouring down, and large raindrops pounded against the window, making it impossible to see the outside scenery.

Cheng Xihe put on a raincoat, and as soon as she opened the door, the wind carrying raindrops dampened her hair.

Not far away, a dozen or so people formed a circle, slowly closing in on the edge of the cliff, like a net gradually tightening.

Pushing through the crowd, Cheng Xihe coldly looked at the man not far away, soaking wet and unable to open his eyes.

The man clutched the box tightly in his hands and kept backing away.

Bai Ce shouted, "Hand over what you have, or don't blame us for being impolite."

"No way!"

The man scoffed, "What can you do to me!"

After saying that, the man turned and ran towards the edge of the cliff.

"Trying to run away?"

Cheng Xihe raised his hand in the torrential rain, revealing a small silver gun that was almost invisible due to the downpour.

When Bai Ce saw her raise her hand, his eyes widened: "Boss, we're still in the sea. Firing a gun would be troublesome!"

"Bang!"

The small bullet was unaffected by the torrential rain, piercing through the downpour and flying straight towards the man's leg.

The man turned around abruptly. Through the rain blurring his vision, he saw the woman opposite him with an icy expression.

Before he could dodge, the bullet had already pierced his leg.

A flicker of pain crossed his face, but he didn't stop, staggering to the edge of the cliff.

"Oh no!" Cheng Xihe's pupils shrank suddenly.

This guy's got a death wish!

Before Cheng Xihe and the others could rush over, the man fell backward while holding the box.

"Damn it! You're insane!" Bai Ce lay on the edge of the cliff and pounded the muddy ground hard.

The person vanished directly onto the sea surface...