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

Shen Ze's breathing became somewhat rapid:

"Young Miss, are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"

“There are many people in the world who look alike, and I can’t be sure, but his eyes are very special.”

Shen Wanning sat back on the sofa, gently rubbing her temples with her fingers:

"Yi Chen is still investigating matters concerning spirits and monsters outside the pass. The old patriarch is currently in a critical period of seclusion."

"At this moment, members of the World Society arrived at our territory with two unidentified experts..."

She opened her eyes, her tone resolute:

"Keep a close eye on them. But this is a formal occasion, so don't make too much of a fuss. Find out what's going on with them first, and if there's anything fishy going on..."

Shen Wanning made a throat-slitting gesture.

"Get rid of them before they leave the capital."

"Understood. I'll arrange it right away."

Shen Ze bowed in agreement and quickly left the lounge.

……

The back passageway of the banquet hall.

This area is reserved for service personnel and hotel security.

Gray anti-collision strips were affixed to the walls, and a surveillance camera overhead flickered with a faint red light.

"Old Zhang, with your skill in thievery, it's a waste of your talent not to be an international spy."

Wang Ye followed behind Zhang Chulan, watching him weave through the corridor, perfectly avoiding the two patrolling security guards.

"That's called a survival skill."

Zhang Chulan pressed himself against the wall at the corner, peeking out half his head to observe the movements ahead.

"Xing Tong just sent a message saying that Changqing Group has booked all the conference rooms on the top floor of the hotel tonight as a temporary command center."

"Since they're in the business of legitimate business, their command center must have a lot of documents and materials. If we can sneak in, we're bound to find something useful."

"That's a nice idea."

Wang also pointed to the three overlapping cameras on the corridor ceiling:

"This is a five-star hotel; the security system is all networked."

"If we just swagger in like this, the security team will have us completely surrounded in less than a minute."

"Who said we were going to swagger in?"

Zhang Chulan turned around, grinned, and waved to Feng Baobao who was following behind him.

“Sister Bao’er, it’s time for you to show off your skills.”

Feng Baobao calmly took out several items from the wide pockets of her dress.

A roll of black insulating tape and a small screwdriver.

There was even a tiny jammer, about the size of a palm.

Wang Ye's eyelids twitched as he looked at the pile of tools used in the crime, which clearly didn't belong to the style of a banquet.

"You two... you come here for a meal, and you actually bring this whole outfit with you?"

"That's what you call professionalism."

Zhang Chulan proudly raised his chin.

"This is the latest gadget developed by our company's logistics department. Bao'er, it's up to you now."

Feng Baobao nodded.

Without uttering any unnecessary words, she took off her high heels and carried them in her hand.

Barefoot, like a weightless cat.

Following the blind spot in the corner of the wall, I deftly climbed up a decorative stone pillar next to the corridor.

We arrived below the monitor.

She hooked one hand around the edge of the ceiling vent, and with the other hand held the miniature jammer, which she then attached to the camera's wiring connector.

"Click".

A very soft sound.

The jammer lit up with a faint green light.

"It's done."

Feng Baobao landed lightly on the ground and put her high heels back on.

"For ten minutes, this surveillance footage will repeatedly play the first five seconds of empty shots."

"Pretty!"

Zhang Chulan snapped his fingers. "Old Wang, stop standing there and hurry up and get into the village."

The three of them followed the blind spot where there were no surveillance cameras and made their way to a double wooden door at the end of the corridor.

A sign on the door reads "VIP Lounge".

Zhang Chulan pressed his ear against the door and listened.

It was very quiet inside; there was no talking.

He winked at Feng Baobao.

Feng Baobao took out the small screwdriver and fiddled with it in the keyhole of the electronic lock.

There was a soft click.

The heavy wooden door was pushed open a crack.

The three filed in and locked the door behind them.

The room was not brightly lit, except for a laptop screen on the desk.

Several scattered folders were piled up next to it.

"Old Wang, you keep watch at the door. Bao'er, you search the cabinets. I'll deal with this computer."

Zhang Chulan had a clear division of labor and pounced directly on the laptop.

He took a specially made USB flash drive out of his pocket and plugged it into the computer interface.

This is the company's decryption software, specifically designed to bypass these commercial firewalls.

Green code started flashing rapidly on the screen.

"Faster...faster..."

Zhang Chulan stared at the progress bar, his palms slightly sweaty.

"Zhang Chulan, there's something here."

Feng Baobao, who was searching at the other end of the room, suddenly lowered her voice and called out.

She was squatting in front of a half-open safe, holding a black folder in her hand.

Zhang Chulan quickly went over and took it.

Upon opening it, I found a thick stack of financial transaction records.

"Shenghai Trading, Tiancheng Pharmaceutical, and even several shell companies overseas..."

Using the flashlight from his phone, Zhang Chulan quickly browsed through the details.

"The legal representatives of these companies are all surnamed Shen. Moreover, the flow of funds is very complicated, with every penny ultimately going into an overseas account called the Changsheng Fund."

The more he looked, the more his brows furrowed.

"These accounts are too clean. So clean that it seems fake. What are they supporting with all that money they spend every year?"

Just then.

Wang Ye, who was in charge of keeping watch, suddenly turned his head and his expression became unusually serious.

"Old Zhang, something's up."

Wang Ye's fingers had already formed a hand seal, his tone calm and steady:

"Someone's coming."

“More than one. And… the footsteps were very light, and the breathing was almost inaudible.”

"He's a trained fighter, and his skills are definitely not weak."

The voice just fell.

Outside the lounge, motion-sensor floor lights illuminate the hallway.

One by one, the lamps went out silently.

Chapter 463 A Horrifying Experience in the Men's Restroom! As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's you who will be!

Zhang Chulan showed no sign of panic.

He calmly unplugged the USB drive from the computer and stuffed it, along with the black folder, into his pocket.

"Old Wang, let's retreat."

Zhang Chulan casually pushed the chair back to its original position, and even wiped the keyboard with his sleeve to remove fingerprints.

Wang Ye put his hands in his pockets and casually stepped to the side.

He stepped right into the "life gate" position inside the house.

"These people arrived pretty quickly."

Wang Ye spoke casually, lightly flicking his fingers twice.

A mysterious blue array of patterns quietly unfolded beneath the feet of the three.