One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

As for Chen Duo, besides consulting Zhang Tianyi about thunder magic every day, she would sit in the courtyard watching ants move house, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao have been quite busy these past few days.

Using the internal intelligence network of Na Du Tong, they began a frantic investigation into the background of the Tang Clan and the source of the drug called "Drunken Immortal Powder".

That noon.

In an inconspicuous old alley in Beijing.

Two oddly shaped people sat in front of a roadside noodle stall with a dilapidated blue canopy.

"Boss! Two more cloves of garlic, please!"

Zhang Chulan shouted at the top of his lungs while slurping up the noodles in his bowl, his forehead covered in sweat.

There were already four empty bowls piled up on the table in front of him.

Sitting opposite him, Feng Baobao was even more exaggerated.

There were seven large bowls stacked in front of her.

He was holding the eighth bowl with both hands, not even using chopsticks, and was pouring noodles directly into his mouth.

"Slurp... gulp."

Feng Baobao swallowed a large mouthful of noodles and stared at Zhang Chulan expressionlessly.

“Zhang Chulan, Xu Si said that the Tang Clan is very strict with security lately, and outsiders can’t get in at all.”

"That sleeping potion is indeed their family's secret formula, but they don't sell it to outsiders. If you want to investigate, you can only go to their hideout."

Zhang Chulan took a bite of garlic, and hissed in pain from the spiciness.

"I know we have to go to their hideout. But with our skills, what's the difference between going to the Tang Clan and delivering takeout?"

"This matter still needs to be handled by the Second Master. But these past few days he's become obsessed with a new console game, spending all his time in the house fiddling with the controller, and I don't dare to go near him."

Just as Zhang Chulan was figuring out how to trick Zhang Tianyi into going to Sichuan.

"Buzzing."

The phone on the table suddenly vibrated.

Zhang Chulan casually grabbed a tissue to wipe his hands and then looked at his phone.

The screen displays an unfamiliar number with an unknown location.

"A telemarketing call?"

Zhang Chulan wanted to hang up, but his intuition told him that these days, there probably wouldn't be any salespeople calling his encrypted number.

He pressed the answer button and casually turned on speakerphone.

"Hello? Who is it?"

On the other end of the phone, a slightly lisping laugh came through first.

"Hehehe... Zhang Chulan, it hasn't been that long since we last met, and you can't even recognize my voice anymore?"

Hearing that raspy voice...

Zhang Chulan's chopsticks, which were holding noodles, stopped in mid-air.

He glanced at Feng Baobao, and their eyes met instantly.

"Yuan Tao?!"

Zhang Chulan called out the other person's name directly.

Yuan Tao, a weapon refiner of the Quanxing Sect!

When this old guy was causing a ruckus at Longhu Mountain, he was slapped so hard by Zhang Tianyi that he went into shock.

Later, he was captured by Na Du Tong and taken back to prison. However, a while ago, during the transfer, he actually escaped from prison with several remnants of Quanxing!

The company is issuing arrest warrants everywhere to get him.

"Oh ho? Old Yuan, you've got some nerve!"

Zhang Chulan didn't panic at all. Instead, he leaned back in his plastic chair and couldn't help but tease him:

"You're wanted like a rat, and you still dare to call me?"

"What's wrong? Is life out there tough, sleeping in the open? Do you want me to put in a word with the company and reserve a private room for you in the bunker?"

Zhang Chulan sneered, his tone as obnoxious as could be.

"Aren't you afraid that if my second master is in a bad mood, he might climb up the phone line and give you another good beating?"

Yuan Tao, on the other end of the phone, heard the words "Second Master".

You could clearly hear him pause in breathing for a moment, obviously still shaken by Zhang Tianyi's slap.

"Hmph! Don't try to intimidate me with that monster!"

Yuan Tao forced a cold snort, his tone laced with malice:

"Zhang Chulan, I'm not calling you today to listen to your stand-up comedy."

"Have you been asking around about the Tang Clan these past few days?"

Zhang Chulan's eyes sharpened, and the smile on his face instantly vanished.

"You're spying on me?"

"I don't have that kind of free time."

Yuan Tao laughed strangely on the phone.

"I just happen to know what kind of shady things your dead grandfather Zhang Huaiyi did back in the Tang Clan."

"I also know why he died at the hands of the Tang Clan."

Yuan Tao paused deliberately, as if laying out some kind of bait:

"So, kid? Want to know the truth?"

"Want to know the messy history behind the sworn brotherhood of the Thirty-Six Thieves?"

"If you want to know... come to Sichuan yourself."

"We have prepared a great gift for you on Tang Sect territory."

"Beep beep..."

After making this nonsensical provocation, Yuan Tao hung up the phone immediately.

Zhang Chulan held the phone, listening to the dial tone, his brows furrowing tightly.

"That old man is trying to provoke me."

Feng Baobao put down her empty bowl and burped: "He wants you to go to Sichuan to get beaten up."

"Obviously."

Zhang Chulan put his phone back in his pocket, stood up, and threw down a hundred-yuan bill.

"Boss! Keep the change!"

He turned to look at Feng Baobao, his eyes becoming very decisive.

"Let's go! Sister Bao'er! Back to the villa!"

"Since these rats hiding in the gutter insist on jumping out to their deaths as a group, then let's grant their wish!"

……

Half an hour later, at Xishan Manor, in the audio-visual entertainment room.

"Bang bang bang! Rat-a-tat-tat!"

Zhang Tianyi was sitting cross-legged in front of a huge LCD TV, playing with the latest game controller in his hand.

On the screen, a game character wearing armor is being brutally rubbed into the ground by a giant boss.

"What kind of lousy hit detection is this?! I clearly pressed dodge!"

Zhang Tianyi complained in dissatisfaction, preparing to start a new game.

"Master! Master!"

Zhang Chulan pushed open the door and rushed in.

"Big news! A giant rat has appeared!"

Zhang Tianyi didn't even turn his head, continuing to stare at the screen: "Speak! Even if the sky falls, let me defeat this boss first."

Zhang Chulan quickly recounted the phone call he received at the noodle stall and Yuan Tao's provocation in detail.

The text highlights the "Tang Clan," the "cause of Zhang Huaiyi's death," and "Yuan Tao's scheming."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing Yuan Tao's name, Zhang Tianyi finally pressed the pause button.

He turned his head, looked at Zhang Chulan's expectant face, and stroked his chin.

"These scum of the Quanxing gang, instead of finding a safe place to hide after escaping from prison, they dare to come out and act as bait?"

Zhang Tianyi tossed the controller onto the sofa and gave a cold laugh.

"It seems there must be someone else behind them. They're trying to draw our attention to the Tang Clan."

"Master, shall we go?" Zhang Chulan asked.

"Go! Why wouldn't you go?"

Zhang Tianyi stood up from the ground and stretched.

"I was wondering who had secretly stolen Lao Ma's things, and I was worried about where to vent my anger."

"Now that all the clues point to the Tang Clan, let's go for it!"

Zhang Tianyi walked to the French windows, looked at the early autumn scenery outside, and a domineering glint flashed in his eyes:

"Although Old Ma is a blockhead, his 'Divine Strategist' technique is indeed very useful."

"I was just planning to have him make me a set of durable game controllers yesterday. How could my horse just disappear like that?"