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

"Sister Bao'er, stand still, don't move around."

Feng Baobao said "Oh" and obediently stood in the blue light.

The footsteps outside the door had stopped at the entrance.

The doorknob was being slowly turned from the outside.

Just as the wooden door was pushed open a crack.

"Eight Gates Transport, let's go."

With a sense of spatial distortion, the three of them merged into the air and completely disappeared from the room.

"Click".

The door was pushed open completely.

The light from outside the corridor cast long shadows of the three slender figures.

Walking at the very front was Shen Ze.

Following him on the left was a young woman, Shen Yuelin, wearing a purple cheongsam and high heels.

Another blind young man wearing round-framed sunglasses and playing with a folding fan in his hand.

His name is Shen Mochen.

Although he cannot see, his ears and nose are extremely sensitive.

The three of them entered the room.

Shen Yuelin reached out and turned on the wall lamp, quickly scanning the room with her eyes.

"Brother Ze, are you being paranoid?"

Shen Yuelin walked to the safe in her high heels and carefully checked the keyhole.

"The lock is intact, and there's not a soul in the house."

Shen Ze frowned, not letting his guard down just because he didn't see anyone.

He was acutely aware of the importance of tonight's banquet and could not afford to be careless about any disturbance.

"Mo Chen, come and take a look," Shen Ze said, turning his head to the side.

The blind young man remained silent.

He slowly walked into the house, his folding fan gently tapping against his trouser leg.

He first walked to the window to feel the airflow, and then strolled to his desk.

Shen Mochen hovered his hand above the laptop's cooling vents for a moment.

"Sister Yuelin, Brother Ze is not mistaken. Someone was indeed here just now."

Shen Ze's face darkened, and he strode to the table.

Sure enough, several pages of the neatly arranged stack of documents next to it were misaligned.

"Not only that."

Shen Mochen sniffed and gently fanned himself twice.

"There is still a faint smell of seafood and garlic in the air."

He turned his head to face Shen Ze:

“Brother Ze, if I’m not mistaken, this uninvited guest must have eaten quite a bit in the banquet hall just now.”

After listening, Shen Yuelin frowned slightly and gave a cold laugh:

"They eat our food and then come here to dig up our secrets? How dare they!"

"However, how did they vanish into thin air the moment we pushed open the door? The windows weren't even opened."

"It's Qimen Dunjia, I suppose."

Shen Mochen shook his fan, his tone now tinged with interest:

"To be able to complete spatial transport so smoothly in such a short time, the person's magical skills are quite profound."

A cold glint flashed in Shen Ze's eyes as he straightened the cuffs of his suit.

"It seems that the young master from Tianxiahui and Zhonghai Group brought along some more than just distant relatives."

……

at the same time.

In the men's restroom, in the innermost stall designated for disabled persons.

The air rippled like water.

Zhang Chulan, Wang Ye, and Feng Baobao landed safely on the ground.

"Phew... Old Wang, your spatial teleportation skills are getting more and more sophisticated."

Zhang Chulan let out a sigh of relief and casually straightened his tie, which had been rubbed askew.

"I'm really afraid that if you flinch, you'll send the three of us straight into the toilet pit."

Wang Ye leaned against the wall and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"You should be grateful, kid. Carrying two grown men through walls and through walls, do you really think this is magic? It's very mentally taxing, you know."

He rubbed his lower back and sighed, "When we get back to the manor, you have to treat me to a massage; my back is really sore."

"No problem, no problem. As long as we get the intelligence, everything is negotiable."

Zhang Chulan patted his bulging inner pocket with a satisfied smile.

While the two were chatting idly...

Standing to the side, Feng Baobao calmly ate her garlic bread.

"We're safe now. Those three didn't spot us."

Zhang Chulan watched the girl eating in a men's restroom stall and suddenly felt his head buzzing.

"Sister Bao'er! Why are you eating here? This is the men's restroom!"

The two were talking.

Suddenly, someone turned the doorknob of the cubicle from the outside.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged businessman, his face flushed from drinking, pushed open the door.

The instant the door opened.

The wealthy businessman was stunned.

Zhang Chulan was stunned.

Wang Ye sighed and turned his head to one side.

Feng Baobao held up the last piece of bread, her big, clear eyes looking at the person who came in.

Inside a small men's restroom stall.

Two well-dressed young men stood there.

There was also a beautiful girl in an evening gown sandwiched in the middle.

This scene, no matter which novel it appears in, would be enough to inspire countless words of forbidden plot.

The middle-aged businessman was half-sober.

His gaze swept over the three of them, and he swallowed hard.

Then, the well-informed boss gave a greasy smile that said, "I know all about this."

He considerately took a step back, reached out and grabbed the doorknob, his tone full of apology:

"Oh dear, sorry, wrong door. These young people these days, they really know how to have fun, really know how to have fun..."

"Excuse me, please continue, please continue."

"boom."

The cubicle door was closed very gently.

"..."

Zhang Chulan covered his face in despair and slid down the door to squat on the ground.

"It's over, Lao Wang. My clean reputation from the past is ruined today."

Wang Ye patted him on the shoulder, speaking earnestly:

"Old Zhang, take it easy. Your reputation in the world of supernatural beings is already ruined. As the saying goes, if you have too many lice, you won't feel it anymore. You'll get used to it."

"I was lucky, thank goodness that person didn't know me."

"Let's go, stop sniffing around here, there's a whole show waiting for us outside."

The three tidied themselves up and swaggered out of the restroom, then followed the spiral staircase back to the magnificent banquet hall.

The symphony music continued to play in the hall, and guests, holding champagne, chatted and laughed in small groups.

Feng Xingtong was standing next to a dessert table, being pulled into a conversation by an enthusiastic real estate tycoon, unable to leave.

He caught a glimpse of Zhang Chulan and the other two returning unharmed, and the weight that had been hanging over his heart finally lifted.

Feng Xingtong made up an excuse to brush off the boss and quickly went to greet him with her wine glass in hand.

"Brother Chu Lan, Master Wang, is everything alright?" Feng Xingtong asked in a low voice with concern.

Zhang Chulan picked up a glass of orange juice from a passing waiter's tray and took a small sip.

"Don't worry, it was a very fruitful trip. We'll talk about it in detail in the car after dinner."

Zhang Chulan wore a friendly smile, but his gaze subtly swept around the hall.

Soon, he noticed three people coming down the stairs from the second floor.

Shen Ze, Shen Yuelin, and Shen Mochen, who wears sunglasses for the blind.

The three of them were clearly also looking for someone, their eyes scanning through the crowd before finally settling on Zhang Chulan and his group in that corner.