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The leader rolled up the blueprints and put them back in his pocket. He then picked up a flashlight, walked to the edge of the cave entrance, and shone it into the cave.

Although the light penetrated through, it failed to reach the bottom, indicating that the tomb passage was extremely deep.

He turned off the flashlight, took out a safety rope from his backpack, and fastened it to the buckle around his waist.

Luo Fei watched them from the tree, seeing them fasten their safety ropes, gather their tools, and prepare to go down into the tomb.

His figure slipped silently out from the treetops, like a leaf drifting in the wind, landing lightly behind the group of people.

The sound of it landing was barely audible; no one three meters away noticed it. The only sound was the soft rustling of the withered grass bending underfoot, which was mixed with the sound of the wind and almost indistinguishable.

Liu Zi was shining a flashlight into the cave. He was squatting at the edge of the cave entrance, leaning forward, with one hand on the ground and the other holding the flashlight, looking just like an athlete preparing to dive observing the water depth.

His eyes were fixed on the darkness inside the cave, and he muttered to himself, seemingly estimating the depth and direction of the tomb passage.

Yu Guangzhong noticed movement behind him.

A figure was cast on the ground, lying between him and the sunlight, blocking the light in front of him and casting a long shadow.

Liu Zi's hand froze.

He slowly turned his head and saw a person standing behind him.

The man was wearing a blue and white gradient robe, and his face was vaguely familiar; he was a young man.

He was also holding a snow-white kitten in his arms. The kitten was curled up lazily, its ice-blue eyes looking particularly eerie in the sunlight, its pupils narrowed into thin slits, staring at him indifferently.

Liu Zi opened his mouth, wanting to shout "Something's wrong," but his throat felt like it was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and he couldn't make any sound, only a hoarse, breathy sound.

The flashlight slipped from his trembling hand with a clatter, rolled twice on the ground, and then went out abruptly, dimming the surrounding light.

His body lurched backward from shock, nearly plunging into the bottomless tomb passage. Fortunately, the burly man with a thick beard nearby reacted quickly and grabbed him by the back of his collar, pulling him back to safety.

Hearing the commotion, the leader turned around and placed his hand on the tool bag at his waist—inside was the handle of a hammer, but he did not pull it out.

He saw the other person's face clearly, and his pupils suddenly contracted, clearly recognizing Luo Fei.

His body went slightly weak, an instinctive reminder that he couldn't afford to mess with this person.

He moved his lips, and a hoarse voice squeezed out from his throat: "You are... Luo Fei..."

Luo Fei remained silent.

His gaze moved from the leader's face to Liu Zi's face, then from Liu Zi to the bearded man, and then from the bearded man to the other men.

Those people all had the same expression—mouths slightly open, eyes wide open, and bodies stiff.

Someone dropped their shovel on the ground, which struck the gravel with a crisp metallic clang.

Someone was leaning against a tree, their legs trembling, barely managing to stay upright by holding onto the trunk.

Some people even knelt on the ground, clearly their legs were too weak to move.

Luo Fei remained silent for a moment before speaking in a deep voice, his tone carrying an undeniable authority.

"Put your things down. Stand still."

Upon hearing the command, those people moved simultaneously, their bodies acting like puppets being manipulated.

They hurriedly put down all their tools, and carefully placed the bag containing the explosives on the ground, afraid that any sudden movement might cause a misunderstanding.

No one dared to run away, no one dared to resist, and no one tried to explain.

Because they knew that in front of this person, running away was futile, resistance was ineffective, and explanation was superfluous.

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Luo Fei took his phone out of his pocket, the screen lit up, and he quickly dialed Lao Wu's number.

The phone was answered after only one ring, and Old Wu's steady voice came through the receiver: "Mr. Luo?"

Luo Fei succinctly stated, "Several tomb raiders have been discovered in the back mountain, carrying explosives and tools. The tomb has already been blasted open. I'll send you the location; bring your men over immediately to handle the situation and notify the relevant authorities."

Without the slightest hesitation, Lao Wu replied "Understood" and quickly hung up the phone.

Luo Fei put his phone back in his pocket.

The little white cat in his arms seemed to have gotten tired of being there. It meowed softly, jumped down from his arms, and landed gracefully on the ground.

It raised its head, its icy blue eyes fixed on Luo Fei, and a bored voice echoed in its mind: "How much longer until they arrive? This place is so boring."

Luo Fei replied in his mind, "Go take a walk around the neighborhood, but don't go too far."

Little White flicked its tail: "Okay."

It strode away like a cat, its white figure quickly disappearing into the bushes.

Luo Fei leaned against a pine tree next to the cave entrance, arms crossed, watching the people.

They squatted on the ground, lined up in a row.

No one spoke, no one whispered.

Liu Zi lowered his head, staring intently at the tips of his shoes. Several clumps of dry, hard mud were stuck to the tips of his shoes; they had been stepped on near the cave entrance earlier, but now they felt like a heavy burden to him.

Time passed by, and soon the sound of orderly and hurried footsteps echoed through the silent woods.

Old Wu walked at the front, wearing a dark jacket and a black holster at his waist. The holster was undone, revealing the dark muzzle of a gun, clearly indicating that he was ready to draw his weapon at any moment.

Behind him followed six well-trained security personnel, also dressed in dark jackets and with guns at their waists. Their faces were tense, their eyes sharply scanning their surroundings, but their steps remained steady and powerful.

After walking up to Luo Fei, they stopped. Old Wu's gaze shifted from Luo Fei to the group of people squatting on the ground.

Old Wu spoke up, his tone calm: "Mr. Luo, I've already notified the relevant departments. Experts from the Cultural Relics Bureau will be here soon, along with police and special police. I'll take these people back with me first."

Luo Fei nodded and said "Okay".

He straightened up from the pine tree, preparing to turn and leave.

Just then, the bushes deep in the woods stirred.

It wasn't the wind that made it move; it felt like something was approaching. The branches of the bushes parted, and a huge adult tiger emerged from within.

It had no prey in its mouth, its tongue was slightly sticking out, and it was panting, as if it had just run a distance.

The people squatting on the ground all shuddered at the same time.

Some people closed their eyes, some shrank back, and some curled up into a ball, squatting on the ground like a hedgehog facing danger.

Liu Zi's mouth opened uncontrollably again, and this time a sound finally came out—a shrill, high-pitched scream: "Tiger! There's a tiger! Help!"

Although the burly man with the thick beard was also quite frightened, he still tried to remain calm. He didn't say anything, but subconsciously moved behind Liu Zi, shielding Liu Zi in front of him, and silently prayed that the tiger would let him go after it had eaten its fill.