What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

"have."

I looked at the road ahead, illuminated by car headlights, and answered calmly.

"The short stick with the animal head that Old Man Huo lost, and the bronze plaque with the animal head that Ma Jianguo stole from the antique shop, are both in my hands now."

Moreover, I also managed to extract some other information about this treasure trove from Qiu Feng.

Upon hearing that I had obtained two key pieces of evidence, Lu Yan on the other end of the phone took a deep breath.

"Well done."

Lu Yan's tone regained its composure.

Where are you now?

"We're on our way back to the city."

I replied.

Are you currently at the Folklore Bureau branch, or somewhere else?

"I'm driving over with Li Qing now to find you and hand over the items and intelligence in person."

"I'm in the branch office's underground command center."

Lu Yan said quickly.

"We've just made a major breakthrough in tracking the flow of funds for the antique shop owner; we've uncovered a well-hidden shell company."

Come directly here, and call me when you get to the gate. I'll have Fang He come and pick you up.

"Perfect, we can combine the intelligence from both sides."

"Okay, I'll be there in about forty minutes."

I hung up the phone and tossed it onto the dial.

Li Qing stubbed out his cigarette in the car ashtray, gripped the steering wheel with both hands, and stepped on the gas.

"Let's go, let's go to the bureau to report."

Li Qing whistled, and the SUV roared to life and sped onto the highway.

At this moment, the setting sun on the horizon was a deep red, like a branding iron that had been heated to its limit, dyeing most of the sky a rich orange-red.

The last rays of the sunset shone through the car windows onto the dashboard, casting a warm hue over the interior.

Before I could even adjust the seat back to a comfortable angle, Li Qing in the driver's seat suddenly clicked his tongue.

His hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel, his relaxed expression instantly vanished, and his brows furrowed.

"What's wrong?" I turned to look at him and asked.

"The security formation I left around the pig farm has been tampered with."

Li Qing stared at the road ahead and said.

"And it wasn't stray cats or dogs that touched it; it was someone who knows what they're doing."

Someone forcibly severed one of the air vents in the formation; it must have been someone from the underworld who managed to sneak up there.

Upon hearing this, I frowned slightly and began to quickly calculate in my mind.

I just called Lu Yan, and it's only been two or three minutes.

Even if the Folklore Bureau's special task force is highly efficient, it's impossible for them to assemble, deploy, and arrive at that remote pig farm in such a short time.

Since official personnel have been ruled out, there is only one possibility in Jiangcheng that could have been located so precisely at this critical juncture.

The "big boss" behind the antique shop sent someone over.

Almost instantly, the conversation I had overheard in that antique shop that morning flashed through my mind.

I remember that when the man in the baseball cap was talking to the antique shop owner, he clearly mentioned something like this:

"The big boss has already sent people to investigate the murderer who killed Ma Jianguo."

It seems these people are moving faster than I expected.

They not only found Qiu Feng's hiding place, but have also begun to take concrete actions.

The fact that this big boss was able to pinpoint Qiu Feng's location so quickly demonstrates the considerable skill of his intelligence network and the capable individuals under his command.

A brief silence fell over the carriage.

Two seconds later, looking out the window at the roadside trees rushing past, I calmly said, "Li Qing, drive slowly."

Upon hearing this, Li Qing raised an eyebrow and eased off the accelerator slightly.

He turned his head and glanced at me with a look that suggested he was enjoying the drama.

"Are you trying to wait for them to walk right into your trap?"

Why bother with all this effort? If you're interested in these lackeys, I can just turn around at the next intersection, drive back, and take them all out.

I shook my head, rejecting his seemingly straightforward suggestion.

"There's no need."

I explained patiently.

"Although we have scouted the terrain around the pig farm, we are now in the dark while the enemy is in the light."

If we turn back immediately, and they have a large force, or have set up an ambush along the way, we'll be walking right into their trap.

I paused, reached out and moved the red silk bundle on the center console closer to myself, and continued:

"Also, I want to see if these people have any means to catch up with us."

Li Qing's mind worked extremely fast, and he immediately understood the implied meaning in my words.

He interrupted, saying, "You want to see if this group of people is of any value?"

"Yes."

I nodded, my gaze becoming more profound.

"We've already arrested enough thugs in this matter."

If the group that went to the pig farm was just a bunch of scouts, even if they discovered that Qiu Feng was dead, they wouldn't have the ability to catch up with him.

There's no need to take action against these lackeys; you won't get any core secrets out of them even if you capture them.

I believe Lu Yan's side can uncover far more information by tracing the flow of funds than they do.

After a pause, I continued:

"But if it's a master from the opposing camp, they will naturally have special methods to catch us by the tail."

"As long as they dare to catch up, we can strike then and capture a significant prisoner; it won't be too much trouble."

After listening to my analysis, Li Qing smirked and slapped the steering wheel:

"You're the one with the most clever ideas."

"Alright, let's test these bastards' abilities and see what they're really made of."

As soon as Li Qing finished speaking, the speed of the SUV noticeably decreased, maintaining only a snail's pace.

As the sun gradually sank behind the western mountains, the sky began to darken, and the streetlights on both sides of the road lit up one after another, emitting a dim yellow glow.

We drove along the highway at a leisurely pace.

About seven or eight minutes later, I saw a suspicious vehicle in the right-side rearview mirror that I had been staring at.

It was a dark gray, ordinary minivan with a very low-key appearance, blending in seamlessly into the increasing traffic during rush hour.

But the timing and location of this car's appearance were too coincidental.

Moreover, its speed always maintained a very precise distance from ours.

No matter if there are traffic lights or slow-moving vehicles ahead, it follows behind calmly and patiently, neither overtaking nor falling behind.

Judging from the lookout, it's a tracking technique that has been professionally trained.

"Here it comes, the gray minivan in the back."

I spoke up, offering a soft reminder.

Li Qing glanced at the rearview mirror inside the car and sneered:

"There really were some fearless ones who bit down."

To be able to pinpoint our location from this distance, there must be a master of aura reading in the car, or they must be carrying some kind of tracking artifact.

"Old Chen, how are you going to treat them?"