During the Republic of China era, I achieved unparalleled success by returning to the past.

Ah Juan's eyes darted around, her fingers fiddling with her braids. "618? Sister's clever! The trading room must have been booked in advance. I'll go find out right now."

"Be careful," Song Beiyou warned. This Juan was even younger than her, only eighteen years old.

"Don't worry. I'll go downstairs first."

Song Beiyou watched A-Juan leave, then walked to the window and pulled back a corner of the curtain. Guests were arriving one after another. At the door, Zhang Tianbao and a stylishly dressed young woman were greeting the guests, with a nanny holding a child beside them.

Did he buy the serum?

A moment later, Juan slipped in, her eyes darting around mischievously. "I've found out. Zhang Dabao has booked the entire sixth floor. Apparently, he's going to have a card game after the banquet."

Song Beiyou pondered and said, "So, it was Zhang Dabao who bought the serum." A scene flashed through his mind of meeting Zhang Dabao under the identity of Ding Qiang, and he seemed to have heard him mention serum at that time.

Ah Juan frowned. "It's probably him. According to the intelligence, this fat man is highly skilled in martial arts, a master of internal energy. We probably can't beat him; we'll have to resort to some other methods."

The two walked to the window at the same time, staring at Zhang Dabao and his wife who were welcoming guests. Song Beiyou and Ajuan exchanged glances and said, "I can't get away when the banquet starts, so it's up to you. Don't let any innocent people get hurt."

……

At 11:50, Song Beiyou was invited to perform. According to Su Xiaowan's memory, she sang a few songs, toasted the host a few times, and then left the stage, claiming she was too drunk.

He carried his makeup bag and walked down the corridor. As he passed an empty private room, he suddenly heard rapid breathing and the rustling of clothes coming from inside. This was the restaurant area.

Who's in such a hurry? Having an affair?

He slowed his pace and listened carefully; he could hear intermittent voices coming from inside the house.

"...We can't do it here. If we're seen, neither of us will survive."

The man, panting heavily, said, "There's no one here..."

"He's going to play cards with some guests here later and won't be home until tonight. I told him, 'You can drive me and the baby home, then...it's up to you.'"

"I've missed you so much... I can't hold back anymore, let's do it once."

Song Beiyou's lips twitched, and he immediately guessed the two people's identities. Zhang Dabao was definitely being cuckolded. A thought flashed through his mind, and he quickly slipped into the bathroom, closing the door tightly.

He took off his cashmere overcoat, turned it inside out, and shook it—it had transformed into a jumpsuit. He immediately lifted the hem of his cheongsam and quickly put it on.

He opened his makeup bag, deftly sketching his eyebrows and eyes with a few strokes, then applied some paint to his cheeks, and finally stuck on two small mustaches—and a sallow-faced man in a suit came to life. He took out men's cologne and sprayed it several times to mask his original scent. The disguise was complete in no time.

Through the crack in the door, a woman emerged from the previously empty private room, her face still flushed. She tidied her hair and headed towards the restroom.

She's just Zhang Dabao's little darling wife!

She quickly entered and carefully checked herself in the mirror for any oversights. Song Beiyou pressed against her like a phantom. Before she could react, he reached out and pressed down on her neck, causing the woman to collapse silently.

Song Beiyou reached out and caught her, lifted her up, and quietly left.

The VIP room door slammed shut.

Inside, Ah Juan, now sporting a stern, boyish expression, asked curiously, "Sister, why did you bring her here?"

Song Beiyou glanced at the unconscious nanny on the chair, and the newborn baby lying on the bed. "Bringing them here so early will alert the enemy."

"Oh, I finally found an opportunity to make my move, I didn't think too much about it, so what should I do...?"

"With her here, everything will be easier." Song Beiyou threw the woman onto the bed and slapped her several times.

Madam Zhang slowly regained consciousness, her dazed eyes gradually clearing, her pupils dilating instantly, "Help—"

Song Beiyou reacted quickly, reaching out to cover her mouth and whispering in her ear, "Don't make any noise. I saw everything you were doing."

Mrs. Zhang's plea for help caught in her throat. Thinking of the terrible consequences, her face turned deathly pale, and her lips trembled: "You...what do you want?"

"Be a good girl and you'll still be Mrs. Zhang."

She breathed a slight sigh of relief, but then saw her son being held by a dark-skinned young man, while the nanny's head slumped, unconscious. Her fear intensified. "What are you trying to do?" she cried.

Song Beiyou said calmly, "We want to ask Boss Zhang for something. But he definitely won't part with it, so we'll have to exchange it for his precious son."

"What is it..." She was so frightened that tears streamed down her face, and her voice trembled.

"Don't worry about anything, just be a good boy/girl."

"Then, what do you want me to do? I'll agree to anything as long as it doesn't hurt the child," Mrs. Zhang said, wiping away her tears.

"Go out and find Zhang Dabao now, try to keep him calm and don't let him know that his precious son has been kidnapped. What you said earlier about having your lover take you home is a good idea."

Madam Zhang trembled all over, her last shred of hope vanished, and she nodded dejectedly.

Song Beiyou lifted her chin with his fingers, staring intently into her panicked eyes. "Adjust your mindset." He paused slightly, then gently patted her shoulder. The force wasn't strong, but she shuddered. "As long as you diligently complete my instructions, you will still be Mrs. Zhang, and your son will still be Zhang Dabao's precious son."

Mrs. Zhang took a deep breath and turned to look at her son. "I'd like to... use the restroom for a moment."

The door slowly closed.

"Won't she tell on us or run away?" Juan asked with some concern.

"This woman is smarter than she seems. She won't run away; she'll come back obediently."

……

Winter days are short and dark; the setting sun quickly dipped below the tips of the sycamore trees. Song Beiyou raised his wrist: 4:14.

Like a nimble cat, Ah Juan landed lightly on the windowsill and made a gesture. Then, with a light step, she pounced onto the bed and swept her hand across Madam Zhang's neck.

Madam Zhang collapsed without a sound. The baby in her arms was placed in a net bag and secured to A-Juan.

"Sister, be careful." She pulled on the rope and leaped out of the window again.

"Wait for my signal." After discussing it with her, Song Beiyou decided to launch a two-pronged attack, splitting up to increase their chances of success in the robbery.

Song Beiyou checked his weapons, stretched his limbs, opened the door, and walked unhurriedly into the stairwell. Suddenly, he sped up, his feet barely touching the ground, and rushed straight up to the sixth floor.

"Excuse me, this floor is booked." The thug in black saw that a foreigner had come up and pushed open the glass door to remind him.

Without a word, Song Beiyou lunged forward, his short knife gripped in reverse, and he thrust it back with lightning speed, the blade flashing only briefly in the light. The gatekeeper clutched his chest in disbelief, slowly sliding down the glass door.

"What's going on?" A wary voice rang out in the corridor. "Something's up!" This was followed by hurried, chaotic footsteps.

Song Beiyou's eyes were like cold pools. He opened the corridor door and appeared in the corridor. The polished marble floor was so shiny that it could be seen, and the disc-shaped chandelier above his head shone brightly.

Four men in black rushed towards them, drawing axes with fierce expressions. One of them shouted, "He's here to cause trouble! Kill him!"