Chapter 163: She Didn’t Take the Supplies

Halfway up the mountain, in the villa.

Long Cong’an hurried into the highest villa. As soon as he entered, he saw Gu Zhiyu, who had just come home and was resting on the sofa.

“Mr. Gu, I’ve already put your luggage away.”

Gu Zhiyu nodded.

Long Cong’an asked respectfully, “Is there anything else you need me to do?”

Gu Zhiyu nodded again.

Long Cong’an said, “Alright, please tell me.”

Gu Zhiyu nodded once more.

Long Cong’an: …

Is my boss getting senile ahead of time?

Long Cong’an studied Gu Zhiyu’s expression and realized his eyes were unfocused—he was clearly spacing out.

So he hadn’t been listening at all.

Long Cong’an waved his hand in front of Gu Zhiyu’s face. “Mr. Gu?!”

Gu Zhiyu snapped out of it. “What?”

Long Cong’an repeated, “Your things are all put away. Is there anything else you’d like me to do?”

Gu Zhiyu glanced at him. “While I was gone, was there any unusual activity here on the mountainside?”

Long Cong’an replied, “A lot of people have died recently from heatstroke. The Wu family ran out of water and got into a fight with the Pan family a few days ago—some people died, and now the two families are at each other’s throats every few days.”

He paused, then added, “Also, Taiyu’s young Master You stopped his pool parties. I heard Old Master You plans to sell their household’s wastewater.”

“Oh? He’s got a head for business,” Gu Zhiyu commented.

Water was indeed hard to come by these days.

Gu Zhiyu chatted absentmindedly as he got up to pour himself a glass of water.

Long Cong’an eyed the shotgun slung across Gu Zhiyu’s back, glancing around in surprise.

There’s no danger here, is there?

Why is Mr. Gu suddenly so cautious, carrying a gun everywhere?

He lowered his voice and asked, “Mr. Gu, did you find something out?”

Gu Zhiyu put down his glass, looking a bit confused. “Find out about what?”

Long Cong’an: …

Seriously? What did you go out for all this time?

Long Cong’an replied helplessly, “About the submachine gun! Was the mall theft related to Miss An Nan?”

At the mention of An Nan, Gu Zhiyu came back to himself. He glanced at the shotgun on his body, thought for a moment, and replied, “When did I ever say it was related to her?”

With that, he returned to the sofa and picked up his tablet.

Long Cong’an was even more confused.

If Mr. Gu didn’t suspect Miss An Nan, why did he follow her into the mountains and the base?

Gu Zhiyu opened the video of the mall theft on his tablet, found a frame, and paused it.

In the image, the woman on the speedboat was only visible in profile—long, smooth hair loosely tied back, her eyes hidden by bangs, only a high-bridged nose exposed.

Before, he’d thought the face was too blurry to recognize, but now, he was certain: this was An Nan.

Gu Zhiyu zoomed in on the photo, a faint smile on his lips.

This girl had lied to him before, saying her superpower awakened during the flood, but it was clear now she’d had it even before the disaster.

He was curious—where had she “blinked” all those supplies to? Surely she couldn’t teleport them thousands of miles away?

From Long Cong’an’s angle, he couldn’t see what was on the tablet—only that Gu Zhiyu was staring at it in a daze.

He was about to say something when Gu Zhiyu looked up and asked, “Are there any other backups of the mall theft surveillance footage?”

Long Cong’an replied, “Only the copy you have.”

Gu Zhiyu nodded and hit delete.

Then he said, “An Nan wasn’t the one who moved the mall supplies.”

Long Cong’an breathed a sigh of relief at that. As long as it wasn’t his benefactor, he was fine. He really didn’t want to be caught between his boss and his benefactor.

He asked, “Then, Mr. Gu, about the mall theft case…”

Gu Zhiyu said calmly, “No need to investigate further.”

Long Cong’an was stunned. “No need?”

Gu Zhiyu took off the shotgun and examined it, saying, “At first, I didn’t want the authorities to know I was hiding firearms, but now it doesn’t matter.”

Long Cong’an nodded. At the time, they’d thought it was just a flood and order would soon be restored. Now, the authorities could barely take care of themselves—who cared if they had guns?

Gu Zhiyu stood up from the sofa. “If there’s nothing else, go home and rest.” With that, he headed upstairs to his bedroom.

Long Cong’an watched him go, looking puzzled.

Why is Mr. Gu treating that gun like a treasure?

He’d seen Mr. Gu’s gun collection before—any of those were better made than this one, but he’d never seen him carry one everywhere like this.

Is it because things outside are getting more dangerous?

But if you’re going to carry something, isn’t a handgun more convenient? Isn’t it a hassle to lug that big shotgun around?

Long Cong’an scratched his head in confusion and went home.

Once home, he called his wife. “Honey, where’s the handgun Mr. Gu gave me?”

Li Shihan immediately tensed up. “Did something happen?”

Seeing her expression, Long Cong’an quickly reassured her, “Don’t worry, it’s nothing. It’s just that Mr. Gu’s been carrying a gun ever since he got back, and I thought we should be on guard, too.”

There were more and more disputes on the mountainside lately. Who knew when things here might get as chaotic as outside?

Better to keep the handgun close, just in case.

Li Shihan took the gun out of a drawer and handed it to him. “Just be careful. Don’t let the kids touch it.”

Long Cong’an nodded, feeling much more secure with the gun in hand.

If Mr. Gu’s carrying a gun, I’ll carry one too. Can’t go wrong following his lead.

Maple Forest Residence.

After eating and drinking her fill, An Nan finally had the energy to deal with the ongoing battle between her chicken and dog.

“Fugui, Laifu! At ease! Attention!”

The chicken and the dog immediately stopped, standing obediently in front of her.

She took out two bowls of spiritual spring water from her space and waved them in front of their eyes.

The two little guys perked up instantly.

“I know you both understand me. Listen up: from today on, as long as you don’t fight, you’ll get to drink this water.”

The chicken and the dog exchanged a look—one wagged its tail, the other flapped its wings.

An Nan paused, then added, “But if you fight, you won’t get any for a whole week!”

With that, she set the bowls on the floor.

The two little ones immediately behaved, each picking a bowl and drinking quietly.

An Nan watched their harmony with satisfaction.

Just then, someone knocked at the door.

She went to check—it was Chu Peipei.

“Nannan, I forgot to give this back to you earlier!”

With that, she handed over the assault rifle and ammunition.

An Nan was a little surprised. “Why are you giving it back?”

Chu Peipei said, “You weren’t home before, so I used it to guard the house. Now that you’re back, what do I need it for?”"