With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

Jiang Zhiyu left the abandoned airport and instantly teleported to a remote corner of the port city.

The surrounding area consisted of old alleyways, with colorful clothes hanging on clotheslines, and the air was filled with the aroma of milk tea from tea restaurants and the savory scent of roast meats. In 76, Hong Kong was experiencing a period of economic take-off, and everywhere was bustling with people, with the cries of street vendors rising and falling, creating a lively atmosphere.

"Seventeen, teleport to Repulse Bay Villa."

"Received!" Seventeen's voice paused, then added, "Host, we haven't even lived in the Repulse Bay villa we bought yet. I wonder if those people watching you are still keeping an eye on that area after these past few months."

Jiang Zhiyu pursed her lips: "It's fine to keep an eye on them. So much time has passed, and we've already gotten the data back. The British probably won't do something so unprofitable."

She knew what was going on.

After causing such a commotion in Hong Kong, White's men did keep an eye on her for a while, but ultimately found nothing. She was gone, and her belongings were long gone into her spatial dimension; even if they turned Hong Kong upside down, they wouldn't find any incriminating evidence. Given time, these people naturally withdrew.

A few moments later, the sea breeze from Repulse Bay was already blowing in their faces.

Jiang Zhiyu landed right in front of the wrought iron gate of the villa. The afternoon sun shone on the white walls, and the phoenix trees planted in the yard were in full bloom, their fiery red flowers reflecting the azure sea, so beautiful it seemed unreal.

She pushed open the gate, stepped onto the pebbled path, and walked into the villa.

Before she even reached the door, a middle-aged woman in a simple cheongsam came out to greet her. Upon seeing Jiang Zhiyu, she paused for a moment, then politely asked, "Excuse me, miss, who are you...?"

"I am Jiang Xia."

Upon hearing this, the woman's face immediately lit up with excitement, and she quickly stepped forward: "Oh my, I've finally met the owner of this house! I'm a maid hired by Boss Shen here, responsible for the daily maintenance and cleaning of the villa. Miss, just call me Aunt Zhang!"

As Zhang Ma spoke, she looked Jiang Zhiyu up and down, her eyes filled with amazement.

Boss Shen had previously instructed them that the owner of the villa was a very beautiful and elegant young woman, and that they must serve her with utmost respect. She wasn't entirely convinced at the time, thinking, "How beautiful could she be?"

Now that she's met him in person, she believes it.

She's not just pretty, she looks like she stepped out of a painting. Her skin is as white as jade, her features are exquisitely beautiful, and standing there still, she exudes an indescribable air of aloof nobility.

Jiang Zhiyu nodded to her and walked inside, saying, "Zhang Ma, please lead the way."

"Alright, alright!" Aunt Zhang immediately hurried ahead, enthusiastically introducing as she went, "Miss, while you were gone, Boss Shen bought a few more things..."

As they were talking, the villa's butler, Butler Yan, came out after hearing the noise.

Butler Yan was in his fifties, lean and wiry, dressed in a sharp dark Zhongshan suit, his hair neatly combed, clearly the kind of old-fashioned person who was meticulous and rigorous in his work.

When he saw Jiang Zhiyu, his expression was one of instant amazement—what Boss Shen said was true, this young lady was indeed stunningly beautiful—but then he remembered Boss Shen's instructions, and immediately composed himself, bowing respectfully in greeting.

"Good day, Miss. The best room on the third floor is always kept very clean. You are welcome to go up and rest anytime."

He paused, then asked, "I wonder what Miss's preferences are? I'll have Zhang Ma prepare the food according to your taste."

"It doesn't matter, I'm not a picky eater," Jiang Zhiyu replied casually.

"Would you like to rest first or have dinner first?" Butler Yan asked again.

Jiang Zhiyu thought for a moment. She had been flying for more than ten hours these past few days. Although she wasn't tired, her stomach was indeed a little empty: "Let's eat first. I'm really hungry right now."

"Okay, please wait a moment, miss!"

Aunt Zhang was very quick and efficient. In no time, the table was filled with Hong Kong-style morning tea: crystal-clear shrimp dumplings, crispy char siu pastries, smooth rice noodle rolls, fragrant siu mai, a steaming basket of custard buns, a bowl of thick congee with preserved egg and lean pork, and a pot of fine Tieguanyin tea.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at the tea and snacks on the table, picked up her chopsticks, took a shrimp dumpling and put it in her mouth. The shrimp meat was fresh and bouncy, the outer skin was thin and translucent, and the mouth was full of freshness and fragrance. She couldn't help but nod slightly.

Zhang Ma's cooking skills are indeed excellent.

She ate slowly, from shrimp dumplings to rice noodle rolls, from char siu pastries to custard buns, and finally drank a bowl of porridge, filling her stomach comfortably.

A habit formed during the apocalypse: whenever there's a chance to eat, you must eat your fill, because you never know where your next meal will come from. Although it's no longer the apocalypse, she can't change this habit, nor does she want to.

After finishing her meal, Jiang Zhiyu put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and looked at Butler Yan, who was standing to the side waiting.

"Go and call Shen Muyan over in a bit."

"Yes!" Butler Yan immediately agreed, "Even if you hadn't said anything, I would have gone to fetch Boss Shen. Boss Shen instructed us beforehand that if you return, we must inform him immediately. I'll send someone to invite him right away."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded in satisfaction.

Shen Muyan was the only person she trusted in Hong Kong, and the one who managed her villa and property; he was reliable. The supplies she sent to Hong Kong would also need Shen Muyan's help for transshipment.

After Butler Yan left to carry out his orders, Jiang Zhiyu got up and wandered around the villa.

The villa has a spacious and bright living room on the first floor, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Repulse Bay sea view. Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains, casting golden dapples on the floor tiles.

The rooms on the second and third floors were spotless, the bedding was brand new, and even the air purifier was running; there wasn't a speck of dust or musty smell. It was clear that Zhang Ma and Housekeeper Yan took great care in maintaining the place.

Jiang Zhiyu looked around and was quite satisfied. These people were all nice and had maintained the villa very well.

She then dispersed her spiritual energy to carefully perceive the situation around the villa.

Repulse Bay is a well-known affluent area in Hong Kong, where every household has a private garden and a wall, and neighbors live in harmony. The neighbors on both sides of her villa were quiet and unassuming. Occasionally, cars would pass by at the street corner in the distance, but they were all ordinary residential vehicles, with no signs of surveillance or stakeouts.

It seems that White's group has given up on monitoring her.

This was to be expected. No matter how rich he is, he can't keep people on a target that he can't find anything about indefinitely. In time, the intelligence agencies will naturally shift their attention and invest resources in places where they are more needed.

Jiang Zhiyu withdrew her spiritual power, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the master bedroom on the third floor, looked at the azure sea outside the window, and gently breathed a sigh of relief.

The waters of Repulse Bay shimmered in the afternoon sun, with sailboats dotting the horizon. A salty sea breeze drifted in through the window cracks, gently caressing her cheeks.

They're finally back.

Although it's not in China, at least it's closer to China.

Once Shen Muyan arrives and arranges the transfer of supplies, she can go back.

She misses her parents, really misses them, and wonders if they are doing well.