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The matter in Africa is now completely resolved.

The mining rights agreement has been signed and stamped, and the original copy is locked in the project company's safe. The funds have followed the predetermined path, arriving cleanly and safely in Kenya's accounts. On the local government's side, the approval process has also begun, and with that official overseeing it, there shouldn't be any further setbacks.

All the loose ends have been cleaned up.

The rest can be left to the remaining team to proceed step by step. Development, construction, and production will all fall into place naturally, and Lin Che no longer needs to personally oversee them.

He Wei finished organizing the last archived document and stretched lazily.

"I can finally breathe a sigh of relief," she said with a smile. "These past few days, I feel like I've aged ten years. From the day I landed, I was on tenterhooks until now, but finally, I can relax."

She was telling the truth. This trip to Africa was far more dangerous than she had anticipated. Several times, she thought she was going to lose, but Lin Che repeatedly made unexpected moves in what she thought were hopeless situations.

"Thank you for your hard work." Lin Che stood by the window, not turning around, and simply said this.

He watched the city lights gradually illuminate the area below.

The nights in Nairobi are much gentler than the days. Unbeknownst to the city, in these very days, a mining area far on the outskirts has quietly changed hands. And unbeknownst to them, a name called Glimmer of Light, because of this mine, has for the first time entered the vision of certain people across the ocean.

He really should breathe a sigh of relief.

Since the day he joined the company, he has fought many battles, but this one was particularly hard-won. Across half the globe, facing a long-established rival, he relied on patience and strategic planning to steadily seize a core mining area that everyone had overlooked.

This was a resounding victory.

Microlight has driven the heaviest nail into its overseas map. The core mineral belt lying dormant beneath this mine is enough to support a massive industrial chain, giving Microlight an unshakeable foundation for a long time to come.

In terms of results, this battle was won flawlessly.

But for some reason, in this supposedly pure and grounded feeling, there was always a chord deep in his heart that he could never let go of.

The other end of that string is connected to the domestic situation.

Although he was in Africa, the affairs back home never truly left his thoughts. The old debts of the Ark, the unresolved relationships, the hidden time bombs that could explode at any moment, and... that person.

No matter how impressive the victory in Africa may be, it's only a small part of the picture. The real roots, the real lifeline, lie within the homeland. There lies its largest base of support, but also its deepest hidden dangers.

He knew better than anyone that he was playing an away game. The real battle that would decide his fate would eventually be fought on home soil.

It was in this inexplicable state of mind that his phone rang.

It is an encrypted message from within China.

The sender was his eyes and ears back in China. These days, Lin Che was overseas, and every little thing happening in China was relayed through this connection. Anything that would prompt the other party to send an encrypted message was never trivial.

Lin Che opened the message.

The message was short, describing a person's recent situation.

Fang Yuan.

Upon seeing this name, Lin Che's fingers tightened almost imperceptibly as he gripped his phone.

This name carries great weight.

Of all those who were eyeing the Ark and the glimmer of light, Fang Yuan was the most unique and the one Lin Che feared the most. Others investigated cases for personal gain or to gain merit; their motives were impure, which created flaws that could be exploited and manipulated.

Fang Yuan was the only one who was different.

This person investigates not for fame or fortune, but solely for the truth he believes in. Such an opponent is unyielding, neither swayed by soft tactics nor coercion, making him the most difficult to deal with. You can't bribe him, you can't intimidate him, and you can't even predict his next move.

Fang Yuan is still investigating.

No, to be precise, Fang Yuan's own analytical framework is still running tirelessly.

The message said that Fang Yuan had recently retrieved another batch of old data. Unlike others who focused on obvious suspicious points, he avoided everyone's attention and buried himself in piecing together seemingly unrelated fragments bit by bit.

Others investigate cases based on clues. But Fang Yuan is different.

He relied on a unique analytical framework he built himself. Within this framework, nothing is isolated. Every flow of funds, every coincidence at every point in time, every seemingly reasonable gap in the data is dissected, compared, and recombined. What seems flawless to ordinary people becomes, under his framework, those deliberately smoothed-out traces and carefully concealed logical gaps reveal a subtle, almost imperceptible incongruity.

Like a most patient hunter, he silently followed the slightest inconsistency in a desolate wilderness, searching for the prey's tracks.

The direction he was searching for was vaguely approaching a place that even Lin Che was unwilling to think about deeply.

That place holds the deepest, most hidden secret of the journey we've taken.

The last line of the message read that Fang Yuan's framework seemed to have made some new progress.

The messenger was unable to ascertain the specifics of the progress.

But just this one line of text made Lin Che's heart sink.

Just because others can't find something doesn't mean Fang Yuan can't. What makes this person terrifying is precisely that he never follows the beaten path. He doesn't care what others think; he only believes in his own cold, hard logic. And logic is the thing that least lies.

Given enough time, and as long as he doesn't give up, he will eventually find the core of the matter by following that slight incongruity.

He put down his phone and looked out the window again.

The night in Africa remains gentle. The victories and the sense of security here now seem somewhat distant. His thoughts have already flown across half the globe, returning to the land he cannot yet return to.

But he knew that in that distant country he couldn't see, a knife was being honed in the darkness by a silent person, becoming brighter and brighter.

That person was unassuming, unassuming, and even unknown to most. He simply repeated the same thing day after day, honing his cold logic to an ever-sharper edge.

That knife never stopped.

No matter how brilliantly Africa wins this battle, it can't stop the knife at home from slowly approaching its true target.

He held the mining rights agreement that he hadn't had time to put away yet, and his grip on the paper loosened slightly.

That was a sigh of relief for Africa's great victory.

Then, remembering the knife back home, his hand slowly tightened again.