The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

The car door opened, and a man in a black suit and sunglasses got out of the driver's seat.

He was tall, and his muscles stretched his suit into a frightening silhouette.

"An Changqing, Long Ao, Chen Guan."

The man spoke up: "I'm Mr. Qian's driver."

He glanced at the three of them, then quickly looked away.

"Get in the car." The driver opened the back door of the SUV.

The group boarded the vehicle one by one. Because the vehicle was small, Chen Guan had to hand the coffin over to Leopard to put away.

The sudden loss of the weight on his shoulders left him feeling somewhat lost.

The SUV was so quiet that only the sound of tires rolling over the road could be heard. The driver hadn't said a word since he introduced himself.

Fortunately, the journey was not far, and the car soon entered a vast private estate.

The manor's style is quite jarring, with Western-style fountains and lawns paired with Chinese-style pavilions and towers, exuding an air of "I want it all, I'm rich."

The car came to a smooth stop in front of a three-story villa.

A plump man dressed in an elegant Tang suit was already waiting at the door.

The man was round and plump, his face beaming with a smile that almost squeezed his eyes into slits, and he was also holding a string of shiny sandalwood prayer beads in his hand.

"Oh, my three classmates have finally arrived! You must be tired from your journey."

He greeted him warmly, grabbed An Changqing's hand, who was walking at the front, and shook it vigorously: "Is this An Changqing? He is indeed a handsome man, just as energetic as in the photo."

He then looked at Long Ao and Chen Guan, his smile undiminished: "This must be Long Ao, and this is Chen Guan. Come on in, the food is ready."

He is Qian Yongnian, the person who made the appointment this time.

[Damn, this fat guy's smile looks like he's a Buddha; he's definitely not a good person.]

[A classic smiling tiger; the more enthusiastic they are, the more ruthless they are in stabbing you in the back.]

[This guy's got quite the airs, huh? He's made a fortune.]

Chen Guan followed him into the villa, where the interior decoration was even more dazzling. Antiques and calligraphy and paintings could be seen everywhere, some genuine and some fake, but all of them exuded an aura of "I am very expensive".

The meal was enjoyed by both host and guests, at least on the surface.

Qian Yongnian kept serving food to the three of them, and his words of praise never stopped.

"I've long heard that Huaqing Academy is full of elites, and seeing them today, I can confirm that they are truly exceptional individuals."

"Especially An, who became the student council president at such a young age, has a very promising future."

"Long is also a top-notch fighter. With you guys here, I feel much more at ease."

Long Ao had absolutely no interest in this kind of mutual flattery, and would occasionally reply with a few lukewarm words.

An Changqing handled the situation flawlessly, with a perfectly appropriate smile on his face, neither distant nor overly intimate, becoming the main force in the communication.

Chen Guan was happy to be a background character, speaking the least throughout the entire process, simply eating quietly and minimizing his presence.

After the meal, Qian Yongnian led the three of them out of the villa and into the backyard.

In the backyard, a huge black container truck was parked. This hundred-ton behemoth looked terrifyingly powerful.

Around the truck stood a dozen or so bodyguards in black suits, of varying strengths but none weak; they were all qualified for the academy's entrance exams and would be considered minor experts in the general population.

There aren't many powerful figures in the domestic private sector, so the fact that they could gather such a large group is enough to demonstrate Qian Yongnian's wealth.

"The item is in here." Qian Yongnian pointed to the truck, his smile fading considerably. "This time, I'll have to ask the three of you to make sure it's safely delivered to Hailin City."

An Changqing's gaze swept over the truck's ridiculously thick armor and special tires, and he asked politely.

"Mr. Qian, would you mind telling us exactly what's inside? We'd like to develop a more comprehensive protection plan based on the situation."

"Oh, they're just some cheap bottles and jars."

Qian Yongnian waved his hand and chuckled.

"Things passed down from our ancestors are not suitable for teleportation arrays, for fear of damage, and also for those high-tech scans. You know, there are always some shady origins."

His words were half true and half false, so An Changqing didn't press him further.

An Changqing's thoughts were similar to those of the school leaders; as long as it wasn't a serious contraband item, he was happy to turn a blind eye.

After all, these wealthy businessmen donate a lot of money to the college every year.

They're just some antiques of dubious origin; there's no need to make a big deal out of it. If the wealthy businessman isn't making money, what will he donate next year?

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, Chen Guan caught a fleeting glimpse of tension in Qian Yongnian's smiling eyes as his gaze fell on the black truck.

This was out of place with the kind and friendly smile on his face.

Almost at the same time, An Changqing also noticed it, but he didn't say anything, only his smile became more gentle.

"It's getting late, let's get ready to leave," Qian Yongnian urged.

The three were put into the same black SUV as before, which served as an escort vehicle, following behind the huge transport truck.

The convoy started slowly, its heavy tires rolling over the stone-paved road of the estate.

Once on the highway, the scenery along the roadside rushed past.

The atmosphere inside the escort vehicle was relatively relaxed.

Long Ao found the car too stuffy, so he rolled down the window. The high-speed wind rushed in and messed up his hair, but he looked quite pleased.

An Changqing took out his e-reader and quietly started reading.

Chen Guan leaned against the window, his eyes closed, as if he were asleep.

The only sound Chen Guan could hear was the leopard's soft snoring coming from his coat pocket.

The driver was still the same taciturn man, focused on driving and steadily following behind the behemoth in front.

[Classic escort mission, I bet five cents, something will definitely happen halfway through.]

After all, if something happens, we won't have anything to watch.

The plot has been too bland lately; I want to see rivers of blood!

Chen Guan didn't miss a single one of the barrage of teasing comments. His mental energy had already transformed into an invisible net, quietly enveloping the cab of the transport truck ahead.

Qian Yongnian was sitting in the passenger seat.

The fat man didn't look at the scenery or chat with the driver. He kept his head down, his fingers rapidly tapping something on an old flip phone.

About half an hour later.

Qian Yongnian brought the phone to his ear, and the entire call lasted no more than thirty seconds before the fat man hurriedly hung up and resumed his cheerful demeanor.

This is only the first time.

Half an hour later, Qian Yongnian took out his phone again, made a call, and repeated the process.

The convoy traveled smoothly on the highway throughout the afternoon.

Qian Yongnian was like a wound-up alarm clock, making a phone call precisely every thirty minutes.

As dusk fell, the setting sun painted the sky red.

Chen Guan opened his eyes.

He didn't speak, but turned to look at An Changqing sitting next to him.

An Changqing had just put down his e-reader and closed the screen.

Their eyes met in the dimly lit carriage.

An Changqing's eyes were calm, but beneath that calm lay a knowing look. He nodded slightly at Chen Guan.