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

After leaving the warehouse, Jiang Zhiyu looked around to make sure no one was watching before quickly walking towards the main road.

"0047, scan for nearby restaurants," she thought to herself.

[Host, there's a tea restaurant called "Tsui Wah Restaurant" 300 meters to your left. Their signature dishes are pineapple buns and milk tea, and they have a great reputation.]

Jiang Zhiyu nodded and walked in that direction.

Cuihua Restaurant was doing brisk business, with every seat filled. Jiang Zhiyu ordered two pineapple buns, a cup of hot milk tea, and also packed a large bag with a plate of stir-fried beef noodles, a plate of roast goose rice, two servings of char siu, and a box of fish balls.

When the waiter handed her the takeout bag, he looked at her with some surprise: "Miss, are you sure you can finish all this?"

"These are for my family." Jiang Zhiyu smiled and walked out of the restaurant with the bag.

She turned into a secluded alley, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then put the package into her spatial storage. She then took out the silver-white combination lock suitcase.

She carefully covered the package with a burlap sack, and after doing all that, she picked it up and headed towards the warehouse.

Back in the warehouse, as soon as Jiang Zhiyu opened the door, she noticed that there were several more people. Scanning the area with her spiritual power, she saw that in addition to Song Yanzhou, there were four more people in the warehouse.

The four men, all around thirty years old, were dressed in ordinary shirts and trousers, looking no different from ordinary passersby, but Jiang Zhiyu could see through their military bearing at a glance.

Upon seeing Jiang Zhiyu enter, the four of them turned to look at her, their eyes filled with wariness.

"Miss Jiang," Song Yanzhou spoke first, "these are my teammates."

He pointed to one of the men, of medium build and with a composed face: "This is Old Chen."

He then introduced the others in turn: "Xiao Zhang, Xiao Liu, and Dawei are all my brothers."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded slightly, said nothing more, and walked up to Song Yanzhou with the package.

She said to 0047 in her mind, "0047, verify the identities of these four people."

[Okay, host, scanning...] A moment later, the system voice sounded again, [Host, all four are military personnel, with no hidden identities.]

"The blueprints are in here," Jiang Zhiyu said. "Where's my identification?"

Song Yanzhou took out five specially made steel stamp cards: palm-sized, with only a five-pointed star printed on them and a string of numbers below.

Jiang Zhiyu suddenly spoke in a deep voice: "Draw the sword."

"Aiming at Hong Kong." Song Yanzhou blurted out instinctively.

The people standing nearby were stunned. How did she know their secret code?

"Are you gay?" Old Chen stepped forward and asked in a deep voice.

"No, I was entrusted by someone else. As for who it is, don't ask," Jiang Zhiyu replied calmly.

Old Chen stepped forward, his gaze falling once more on the package in Jiang Zhiyu's hands, then turning to Song Yanzhou: "Are you sure it's correct?"

Song Yanzhou nodded: "She saved me. She wouldn't go to such lengths to lie to us about the blueprints."

Old Chen then looked at Jiang Zhiyu: "Miss Jiang, if I may ask, how did you obtain this blueprint?"

Jiang Zhiyu looked up at him, her tone flat: "Li Jiahao hid the things on the fishing boat, and I just happened to... get them."

This explanation was too vague, and Old Chen was clearly not satisfied.

"Miss Jiang, this blueprint concerns the safety of the nation," Old Chen said slowly. "You know its importance..."

"I know," Jiang Zhiyu interrupted him directly, "That's why I returned it to you."

Old Chen was silent for a moment before nodding: "Okay. We've accepted the blueprints. We'll remember Miss Jiang's life-saving grace."

He reached out and took the package from Jiang Zhiyu's hand. When he opened it, he saw that it was the silver-white combination lock box inside.

"What's the password?" he asked.

"I don't know," Jiang Zhiyu replied. "Li Jiahao didn't have time to set a password, or... he did set a password, but I didn't know it."

Old Chen frowned and looked at Song Yanzhou: "Qingfeng, based on your previous investigation, think about it, has Li Jiahao ever used any specific numbers as a password?"

After a moment of contemplation, Song Yanzhou suddenly spoke up: "His daughter's birthday is May 13, 1972. Try 720513."

Old Chen entered the numbers, and with a "click," the lid of the box popped open.

A stack of documents lay quietly in the box, the top one clearly marked with the words "Top Secret" and the red seal of the Chinese military.

Old Chen's pupils contracted, and he quickly flipped through the documents. After confirming that everything was correct, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally found it."

He looked at Jiang Zhiyu, his gaze now filled with respect: "Miss Jiang, this blueprint is of paramount importance to us. You saved Qingfeng and returned the blueprint intact; on behalf of the organization, I thank you for this kindness."

Jiang Zhiyu said calmly, "No need to be so polite, I just did what I was supposed to do."

Old Chen nodded, locked the briefcase again, and handed it to Xiao Zhang for safekeeping. He then looked at Song Yanzhou: "Qingfeng, how are your injuries? Can you still walk?"

"I can walk." Song Yanzhou stood up, leaning against the wall. His face was still pale, but his eyes had regained their clarity.

"Then we must leave immediately," Old Chen said in a deep voice. "The Black Dragon Gang is still searching for us; we must leave here as soon as possible."

The five were about to set off, but Jiang Zhiyu stood still and did not move.

"Miss Jiang, aren't you coming with us?" Old Chen asked. "You saved Qingfeng, and the Black Dragon Gang will definitely come after you. You'll be safer with us."

Jiang Zhiyu shook her head: "No, I have somewhere else to go."

"But……"

"Don't worry, I'm capable of protecting myself," Jiang Zhiyu interrupted him. "Besides, traveling with you would only make it easier for us to be spotted."

Old Chen was silent for a moment, and then he understood what she meant—a girl as beautiful as her walking with five men would only attract attention.

"Okay." He nodded. "Then take care, Miss Jiang. If you need any help in the future, you can go to the **Tea Restaurant and ask for the owner; that's our contact point."

"I understand. I'll contact you. But not now," Jiang Zhiyu replied.

The five men quickly left the warehouse and soon disappeared into the night.

Jiang Zhiyu stood there, watching their figures disappear completely into the distance, before turning and walking towards the hotel.

The mission is finally complete.

"Host, are you really not going to leave a contact method?" 0047 couldn't help but ask. "Song Yanzhou and his group are military personnel; they might be able to help you in the future."

"There's no need," Jiang Zhiyu replied calmly. "I'm not one of them. Returning the blueprints to them settles this matter, and that's enough. I don't need them here yet; we'll talk about it when we get back."

"0047, you said that if the historical processes of the two worlds are the same, the college entrance examination will be reinstated in two years, followed by the reform and opening up, and then people from Hong Kong will be able to return to the mainland. I can't keep my good uncle here, waiting for him to go back and ruin my parents who I finally got back."

Yes, host, the historical process of this parallel universe is the same as the original world.

"I'll take care of them then. Who knows if my dear cousin will have some kind of magic touch again? She didn't act earlier on the ship because she didn't want to cause chaos and affect the voyage. With the port city in such a mess these days, nobody will care if a few illegal immigrants die."