Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Zhang Haiyan looked at Zhang Qianjun in disbelief, a pained expression on her face, and quickly began to accuse him.

"We've been partners for so many years, how could you be so heartless? No way, we have to go together. If I go, you have to go too. I'm not going to abandon you."

"..."

So this is where team spirit comes in, huh?!

Zhang Qianjun found him annoying, so he simply turned away, out of sight and out of mind, and didn't bother to talk to him anymore.

The main reason was that he knew Zhang Haiyan's personality too well. If he said one thing, the other party would have ten twisted arguments to follow up, so it was better not to say anything at all.

Zhang Haiyan nudged Zhang Qianjun's arm, leaned closer, and whispered with a hint of slyness.

"Alright, stop acting like an outsider. Can you honestly say you're not curious? If you're really not curious, why did you come with me?"

Zhang Qianjun, his thoughts exposed, retorted angrily, "You practically dragged me here!"

He then straightened his back and added seriously, "Besides, I'm here to report on the mission to Hai Ke, unlike you."

Zhang Haiyan scoffed and shook his head vigorously: "Nobody would believe that."

Zhang Haiyan, who was always eager to stir up trouble, decided to drag his brother down with him and went so far as to expose Zhang Qianjun's dirty secrets.

"Were you really meditating just now? I doubt it. Your ears were twitching all over the place; you were clearly eavesdropping."

"you--"

Zhang Qianjun's face immediately turned red. Just as he was about to retort, Zhang Haike, who had been silent for a long time, finally couldn't bear it any longer and impatiently called for a stop.

"That's enough!"

He loosened his bow tie in frustration, the veins on his forehead throbbing, feeling utterly overwhelmed.

"What kind of skill is it to argue? If you really don't like me, go outside and fight. Don't get in my way."

Zhang Haiyan and Zhang Qianjun rarely saw Zhang Haike show such an agitated expression. They exchanged a glance, frowned, and suppressed their playful thoughts.

Zhang Haiyan was now genuinely curious: "Haike, what exactly happened? Is it that serious?"

"Could it be related to the clan leader?" Zhang Qianjun followed up.

Zhang Haike looked troubled, his fingers unconsciously twirling the pen, unsure how to explain the strange situation he was encountering. He racked his brains for a moment, finally choosing something he could say.

"A few days ago, after I finished wiping out the remnants of the Wang family, I unexpectedly encountered the girl that the clan leader brought out of the bronze gate. I feel there's something wrong with her."

"What do you mean?" the two asked in unison.

Zhang Haike reached out and lifted his shirt, pointing to his undamaged left abdomen, saying, "I was stabbed here by the Wang family. Logically, it shouldn't have healed so quickly, but in less than an hour, the wound miraculously healed without leaving a scar."

"How is this possible?!" Zhang Qianjun exclaimed in disbelief.

Zhang Haiyan, however, was more composed. He stroked his chin, a glint of shrewdness in his eyes: "Haike, do you suspect that girl has the ability to accelerate wound healing?"

Before Zhang Haike could speak, Zhang Qianjun retorted, "How could such an ability exist in this world? It's not like we're cultivating immortality."

However, Zhang Haike remained certain, his tone resolute: "I'm not doubting it, I'm absolutely certain it's because of her."

Zhang Haike wouldn't say that without reason. Zhang Haiyan, with a serious face, began to analyze: "Could it be that inside the bronze gate, he was affected by the special power within, causing some kind of mutation in his body?"

Wait, something still seems off.

Zhang Haiyan racked his brains frantically and finally found a suspicious point. His gaze returned to Zhang Haike, and he voiced his question: "Even so, why do you take so many cold showers?"

A very insightful question.

Zhang Haike met Zhang Haiyan's serious gaze and knew that some things could no longer be hidden, so he simply explained everything.

"She has more than just this one problem. When I met her, I felt my blood and bones churning inexplicably, and a bunch of indescribable images flooded my mind."

Zhang Haike had been pondering this for days and finally came to a startling conclusion: "I feel that she has a natural attraction for the Zhang family. In other words, she may have some connection with the Zhang family that we are unaware of."

He paused, his voice tinged with seriousness: "I suspect she might be a Qilin woman of extremely high purity."

Zhang Qianjun was completely stunned, and reflexively asked, "How tall?"

"Taller than the clan chief."

Zhang Haike casually tossed down a bomb.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Haiyan suddenly realized and couldn't help but click her tongue in amazement: "No wonder the clan leader tacitly allowed her to follow him. I thought the abstinent clan leader had truly fallen in love for the first time, but it turns out he's influenced by his bloodline?"

Zhang Haike shook his head: "We can't fathom the clan chief's thoughts."

The conversation seemed to fall into a dead silence at this point.

After a long silence, Zhang Qianjun broke the silence, looking at the two of them and asking in a deep voice, "So we're just going to do nothing? Just let it go like this? Aren't we going to confirm whether she really is the Qilin Woman?"

Zhang Haike silently stared at his computer screen, which displayed the latest intelligence sent by his informant.

"The clan chief and Wu Xie have already arrived in Hangzhou, while Hei Xiazi is driving Shen Mingchao there. They should stay in Hangzhou for a few days after they meet up."

After briefly explaining to the two people, Zhang Haike already had a plan in mind.

"Qianjun, your work will be temporarily handed over to Haiyan. Take some time to go to Hangzhou. Disguise yourself and contact that girl to see how she reacts. Remember, try not to alert the clan leader and the others when you act."

Zhang Qianjun nodded, his expression serious: "Okay."

Zhang Haiyan, who was standing to the side, was fiddling with the cigarette in his hand. Clearly unable to contain himself, he asked, "What about me?"

He didn't want to miss out on something so interesting.

Zhang Haike stood up and patted Zhang Haiyan on the shoulder, "Whether it's meeting the clan chief or that girl's matter, there's no rush. We can go to Yucun to find them after we've cleaned up those unfinished business."

But what Zhang Haike didn't mention was that Zhang Qianjun was more honest than Zhang Haiyan. Sending Zhang Qianjun wouldn't lead to any major problems. But sending Zhang Haiyan, however, could lead to unpredictable outcomes. Zhang Haiyan had principles, but he was also prone to recklessness.

This concludes the confession process of the three members of the Zhang family.

Meanwhile, Shen Mingchao, who was far away in the car, sneezed several times for no apparent reason.

Hearing the noise, the driver, Black Bear, glanced at her and asked with concern, "Are you cold? Or are you having an allergic reaction?"

Shen Mingchao waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, then took a deep breath with a determined look on his face and said in a very fast voice: "It must be a handsome young man who is 1.8 meters tall, has six-pack abs, long legs, a nice voice, fair skin, good-looking, understanding, good at coaxing people, and deeply devoted to me who misses me."

Black Bear: 6