How did so many foreign mercenaries end up in Pingplain City? Has the Celestial Dynasty's customs authority effectively collapsed? Even if they possessed convincing identity documents and passports, shouldn't their arrival have drawn the attention of the secret services? Qin Dashi felt uneasy: "What are you looking at me like? I didn't even send anyone to kidnap Xiao Jing." The beautiful woman huffed: "Who says it has nothing to do with you? Didn't you know that Mr. Lei was preparing to launch a counterattack? You've arranged over a hundred people to protect your girlfriend—why didn't you think of me and Xiao Jing? Do we need protection too? Big sister, one must be fair—both in actions and in words! What makes me protect you and Shu Yajing? You're not even my Qin Feng's women. How can you expect the same treatment? Of course, with the leader currently so upset, if she hears this, she'll be even more angry. "What are you waiting for? Go find the police and have them retrieve the surveillance footage from all over the city to locate that password box." The leader commanded with authority. Qin Dashi's face tightened: "This one, I'd rather you handle personally. My relationship with the police has always been rather strained." It's not that I'm afraid of trouble from them—I'm just worried that, once I step in, these people will deliberately slack off, and then Xiao Jing will end up bearing the brunt. Originally, it was Xiao Jing who handled all the communication and coordination with the police. After thinking it over, He Muqing agreed with his reasoning—security of the team had to be a priority at critical moments. She said, "Alright, then I'll stay at the police station, keeping a close eye on the officers' work. You, on the other hand, don't just sit idle—keep actively tracking Xiao Jing's whereabouts." "Understood," said Qin, who preferred to take the lead in action. He leveraged his connections in the business world to gather information while staying ready to respond at a moment's notice, rushing over as soon as any update on Xiao Jing arrived. Soon, the traffic department uncovered several valuable surveillance records, which, after analysis, roughly pinpointed the area where Xiao Jing might have been detained. Qin Da少 arrived promptly. On the way, he called his brothers from the Chen family, asking the well-known underworld elder, familiar with the area, to immediately gather his forces and spread out his network to search for the missing persons. As soon as he parked his car by the roadside, Chen Bao came rushing over with several subordinates, bowing and nodding repeatedly. "Why did you come?" Qin Feng asked, puzzled. Chen Bao smiled and replied, "This area is precisely under my jurisdiction. Upon receiving your call, I summoned several prominent elders and asked my team to pause their current tasks and assist you, Feng Young." Qin Feng patted his shoulder and said, "I'll owe you a personal favor. Once we recover the person, I'll treat you and Huazi to dinner." "Your kindness is truly appreciated. We would be honored to serve you, Feng Young. Without your timely intervention, both I and my brother would have been absorbed by other factions long ago." "Chen Bao spoke with serious determination: "No matter what it takes—up the mountain of blades, down into the oil pots—we are ready to shoulder whatever it takes for Mr. Feng's matter." He didn't bother with further polite words and simply asked if any updates had been obtained. A junior officer was summoned and, after bowing and paying his respects to Qin Feng and Chen Bao, reported, "Ms. Cheng from the side street saw several foreigners dragging a large box into the eastern standalone courtyard. The foreigners were tall and broad-shouldered, looking extremely stern." "Is it this box?" Qin Feng pulled out his phone, displaying a still image. "Yes, exactly this one—the large, coffee-colored box." Then what was there to wait for? He immediately went in to rescue them. After briefly briefing Chen Bao, he hurried toward the courtyard. One officer suggested, "Brother Chen, shouldn't we send some of our men up to support you? Can one person really handle it alone?" "It all depends on who it is!" "Chen Bao spoke with an air of confidence, saying, 'I may not know whether others can pull it off, but Chen Feng is definitely capable. There's no one in the world who can injure him, and no task he can't accomplish. Everyone else, just stay out of the way and let the team disperse—police are bound to arrive soon. We don't want to end up with a scene of chaos and accidents.' The other leader was taken aback, asking, 'Isn't it supposed to be a joint operation with the police this time?' Chen Bao gave him a solid slap, saying, 'So what? Even if we collaborate once, or even ten or twenty times, they'll still be police, and we'll remain street-level operators. When the police see us, they'll still arrest us; when we see them, we'll have to run away.' The original owner of the courtyard had been a sudden success—a man who became wealthy overnight—and after gaining wealth, he began constructing grand buildings, filling all four sides of the courtyard with houses, using the open spaces as courtyards. Later, when the wealthy moved into a more upscale neighborhood, this courtyard fell vacant. The surrounding buildings, all over twenty He leaped forward, using the gas pipes and drainage pipes as footholds, continuously rising higher until he flipped through the window. He didn't rush to locate the kidnappers' whereabouts at first, but instead pressed his ears against the wall to listen. After a few seconds, he had a clear sense of the floor and exact location of the kidnappers, then left the room and descended down the corridor toward the stairs. In the large living room on the second floor's eastern side, although the homeowner had moved out over a year ago, the furniture remained. Seven soldiers were seated on sofas and chairs, with a large password box standing upright beside the coffee table. The man closest to the box had a European appearance, with golden hair and eyebrows; he occasionally glanced at the box, his expression growing increasingly eager, until finally he couldn't contain himself and suggested, "Hey, guys, why don't we open the box and have some fun?" The six others responded with varied reactions—some with indifferent expressions, others showing clear signs of excitement. When they captured Shu Yajing, they all witnessed her astonishingly beautiful face and her perfectly sculpted figure. "After all, we still have another hour until the transaction with the client—can't we make the most of it, right?" one of them suggested. They were conversing in English, and Qin Feng, who had already crouched by the door, heard every word clearly. He thought to himself: "You people are simply lacking in decorum—surely, kidnapping is one thing, but now you're even thinking of robbing the client of his dignity? Shu Yajing is no ordinary woman. Once you've set your sights on her, there's no turning back."