Chapter 153: Young Master Xue’s Gift

“Miao Miao has heard that Miss Mo is an excellent shot. She’s been talking my ear off about it, saying that if she ever gets the chance, she’d like to see it for herself.” At this moment, Xue Dazheng had already returned to his usual self. He looked at Mo Shiyao with a flattering smile as he spoke cheerfully.

“Hmph.”

This time, Mo Shiyao didn’t bother to reply. She simply lifted her chin slightly and let out a cold, disdainful snort.

Zhao Nianzu had already opened the door and called in a few of his men. Pointing at the leather suitcases filled with body parts, he said:

“Take this one, this one, and that one—move them all onto the helicopter. They’re full of glass containers, so be careful and handle them gently!

And these three boxes of gold—put them in Storage Room No. 1 in the mezzanine. Tomorrow, together with the jewelry inside, have it all shipped to the Blazing Flame Base.”

Upon hearing Zhao Nianzu’s words, the man-eating plant was so excited that its little leaves perked up with a “whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.”

“Jie jie jie!” Mama, the gold is going into Storage Room No. 1 in the mezzanine!

“Mhm, I heard it too. We’ll go there in a bit!” Jiang Yan was delighted as well.

She and Huabao had studied the building’s blueprints.

The so-called mezzanine was the transitional area built with steel structures between the 30th floor and the helipad.

It really was like searching high and low only to find it effortlessly!

Now, not only did she know where the gold was stored, but she also knew that at least three large boxes of ultra-pure gold from the official treasury were waiting for her.

That 0.4% upgrade requirement—she’d definitely be able to meet it.

All that crawling through cold, filthy ducts and breathing in dust hadn’t been for nothing.

“Xue Dazheng, are you leaving with us later? There are two helicopters anyway, we can give you a lift.” It was the old man’s voice.

Xue Dazheng didn’t put up much of a fuss. “Alright, thank you, Elder Mo.”

“Elder Mo, Miss Mo, Brother Xue, let me see you out,” Zhao Nianzu quickly followed.

Elder Mo raised his hand to stop him. “It’s getting late. Since you still have things to do, you should stay here.”

Now wasn’t the time for pomp and ceremony.

The fewer people, the lower the profile, the more secretive it would be.

Even though it was pouring rain and so late at night, there would naturally be few people around to notice.

But it never hurts to be cautious.

“Alright, then. Elder Mo, Miss Mo, Brother Xue, have a safe trip and get some rest when you get back!” Zhao Nianzu bowed respectfully and stood in place, watching as the group left the lobby.

Huabao’s vines coiled around the air conditioning vent, its head drooping down, little eyes darting about as if checking which way the old man and his group had gone.

“Jie jie jie?” Mama, they’ve left. Should we follow them?

The man-eating plant watched as the old man and his group exited through a side door of the lobby, then glanced at the conference room.

“Is everyone gone?” Jiang Yan asked.

She was still lying in the duct, completely unaware of what was happening outside.

“Jie jie jie!” No, Xue Dazheng and those two granddaughters have left, but that fat-faced Zhao Nianzu is still here!

Fat-faced...

Jiang Yan couldn’t help but laugh and cry at Huabao’s talent for giving people nicknames.

Still, it was a good thing it had learned so much about human society and relationships online. It saved her the trouble of explaining everything.

Jiang Yan thought for a moment, then said, “Don’t go yet. Let’s keep watching.”

This was the headquarters of Golden Shield Security.

She figured Zhao Nianzu would definitely stay behind.

She guessed that when the old man and Xue Dazheng left, they’d probably take some guards with them.

At the very least, those two elite soldiers at the door would leave.

And once the two helicopters were gone, Sun Jingtao and Ye Qing’s group would probably make their move.

If only Golden Shield’s people were left, things would be much easier for them.

But as for herself, her first priority was to find Storage Room No. 1 and get the gold.

After all, that was the main reason she’d come here.

“Hey, you guys, get this up here!” Zhao Nianzu’s voice rang out.

But now, his tone was clearly different.

When Elder Mo and Xue Dazheng were around, his voice had been low, full of deference and respect.

Now, there was a clear note of arrogance and brashness.

His voice was much louder, and he stood up straighter.

“Damn it, a surprise attack in the middle of the night! I’m exhausted! What time is it, for crying out loud!” Zhao Nianzu plopped himself down at the head of the conference table, propped his feet up arrogantly, and cursed with an annoyed look on his face.

A guard next to him set down his submachine gun, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “Boss, want a smoke?”

“Yeah.” Zhao Nianzu grunted.

“Go get those property managers up here. Damn it, I’m still working my ass off in the middle of the night, and they’re all sleeping like babies! Shit!”

“Okay, boss.” The young man who’d offered him a cigarette hunched over and hurried out.

Meanwhile, Jiang Yan took advantage of Zhao Nianzu’s relaxed state to slowly crawl to the air vent.

But the vent was on the side, so she could only see part of the room.

Now, on the conference table, there was a new box with a big black skull on it.

It must have been under the table before and just got put up.

On the side of the box, there were three red letters: “TNT.”

TNT? Isn’t that an explosive?

Jiang Yan frowned.

Before she could think further, she heard a rush of footsteps outside the conference room.

Soon, seven or eight men with fierce looks and all sorts of heavy weapons appeared in the lobby.

Jiang Yan immediately spotted Ma Longbiao among them.

In the crowd, he didn’t stand out in terms of presence or build—he looked like a chubby, black quail.

But the cold, vicious look in his eyes was unmatched.

“Boss!” The group stood at the door and bowed respectfully in unison.

Even though they’d been dragged out of their warm beds in the middle of the night, they were all wide awake and alert.

Jiang Yan glanced at their clothes and gear and understood—they probably slept fully dressed.

Their vigilance was obvious.

Zhao Nianzu nodded slightly. “Sit.”

The group filed into the conference room and sat quietly on either side.

Zhao Nianzu glanced at them. “The supplies, women, and children you all handed over this time—Young Master Xue is very satisfied.”

Jiang Yan: “...”

After a pause, Zhao Nianzu pointed at the box on the table. “So this is Young Master Xue’s gift to everyone tonight.”

At his words, everyone’s excitement instantly turned to terror.

They glanced at the box and immediately understood, their brows furrowing, but no one dared to ask.

The young man who had offered Zhao Nianzu a cigarette stepped forward and carefully opened the box with the skull on it.

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