My sister broke off her engagement to marry someone richer? My older sister married me and became in

When Wei Biao reached the third row of shelves, he stopped.

The beam of the flashlight unconsciously swept across the shelf.

empty.

He suddenly swung the flashlight, the beam sweeping across the shelf next to him.

empty!

All the burlap sacks, all the wooden crates, all the furs and medicinal herbs...

They've all disappeared.

Twelve years of experience living on the edge enabled his brain to issue the sharpest alarm within 0.3 seconds.

We've fallen for their trap!

He dropped the shovel in his hand, and with lightning speed, his right hand reached down to his lower back and pulled out the dagger.

The blade was drawn, bringing a cold, sharp light to the darkness.

In that very instant.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Six blindingly bright flashlights lit up simultaneously from different directions: front, back, left, and right.

Like six sharp arrows, they pierced the darkness in an instant, bringing all the light to his face, which was contorted with horror.

"Don't move!"

"police!"

"Put the knife down!"

Wei Biao was blinded by the bright light and could not open his eyes; all he could see was a white blur.

The dagger in his hand hovered in mid-air, unable to advance or retreat.

He could feel at least six dark gun barrels pointed at him from different angles.

A tall figure emerged from behind the shelves, a gun barrel pressed firmly against his temple.

The icy touch made his blood freeze.

"Put down the knife. This is the last warning."

"Clang!"

The dagger fell to the concrete floor with a crisp, desperate sound.

Two policemen pounced on him, one twisting his arms behind his back while the other kicked him hard in the back of the knee.

Wei Biao's legs went weak, and he knelt heavily on the ground.

"Click!"

The cold handcuffs closed, locking his wrists tightly.

The sound echoed clearly in the empty warehouse.

He collapsed, his cheek pressed against the cold, rough cement floor.

The powerful flashlight continued to shine on him, making it impossible for him to open his eyes.

He was still struggling, letting out wild howls.

"On what grounds are you arresting me? What law have I broken?"

"I just came to my own warehouse to pick up some things!"

The team leader crouched down and patted his sweaty cheeks with the barrel of his gun.

"Your warehouse?"

The team leader's voice was cold, with a hint of mockery.

"The lease for this warehouse is with a shell company that was deregistered three years ago. You're saying this is your warehouse?"

"Inside, we found smuggled medicinal herbs, contraband game, and two modified short-barreled shotguns. Tell me, what law did you break?"

Wei Biao's roar stopped.

His lips began to tremble, and his teeth chattered.

It's all over.

Not just the warehouses, but all his strongholds were wiped out.

His voice became hoarse and broken, as if it had been sanded.

"Impossible... How could it be so fast..."

"How...how do you know about these places...?"

No one answered him.

A policeman found a dagger on him, and also pulled a wad of cash wrapped in newspaper, two fake ID cards, and a hard-seat train ticket to Guangzhou from the inside pocket of his tracksuit.

The team leader picked up the train ticket and glanced at the date on it using the flashlight.

the day after tomorrow.

He gave a cold laugh.

"Trying to run? You think you can escape?"

……

The telephone rang in the quiet study.

Lu Qingshan picked up the receiver.

"Qingshan!" Wang Jianguo's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement. "We caught him! He was right at the back door of the warehouse!"

"Exactly as you said! He brought a shovel; he came to dig for money!"

"Um."

Lu Qingshan's tone was very calm, as if he were confirming something he already knew the outcome of.

"What do you have on you?"

"30,000 yuan in cash, two fake ID cards, a train ticket to Guangzhou, and a dagger."

Wang Jianguo remained silent for a full three seconds on the other end of the phone.

Then, he suddenly laughed.

In that laughter, there was relaxation, exhilaration, and a hint of awe that he himself was unaware of...

"Qingshan, you..."

"Sometimes it's really scary."

Lu Qingshan did not respond.

Wang Jianguo quickly composed himself and lowered his voice considerably.

"Another important discovery. During the search of Wei Biao's residence, we found a small safe embedded in the wall behind the wardrobe in his bedroom."

"After opening it, there was 26,000 yuan in cash, ten small yellow croakers, and... a stack of letters."

Wang Jianguo's breathing became somewhat heavy.

"One of the letters had a red stamp on it."

Lu Qingshan's hand holding the receiver tightened slightly at the knuckles.

"What chapter?"

"Rejuvenation Hall."

A long silence.

Lu Qingshan closed his eyes.

In his mind, the secret letter found on the body of the notorious bandit Lei Dong instantly overlapped with the letter Wang Jianguo had described.

Two completely unrelated lines ultimately point to the same name.

He opened his eyes, his voice so soft it was as if he were talking to himself.

"Brother Jianguo, don't tell us the contents of this letter over the phone. Seal it and we'll read it in person later."

"OK."

The phone hangs up.

Lu Qingshan stood up and walked out of the study.

The lights were still on in the living room.

Lin Xiulan, Hou San, and Chen Meili—none of them slept.

They were sitting in different places, all waiting for him.

Lu Qingshan glanced at them and said only one sentence.

"It's over. Wei Biao has been caught."

Monkey Three was the first to jump up from his chair, slamming his fist into his palm, his face beaming with barely suppressed elation.

Chen Meili let out a long sigh, leaned back in her chair, and her eyes immediately reddened.

Lin Xiulan's face remained expressionless.

She simply nodded, stood up, and silently walked into the kitchen.

Soon, the aroma of hot porridge wafted from the kitchen.

Lu Qingshan sat at the dining table, picked up the white porridge that Lin Xiulan had served him, and slowly drank it.

Lin Xiulan sat opposite him, holding a bowl in both hands, looking at him.

"Are you tired?" she asked softly.

"Not tired."

Lu Qingshan put down his bowl and looked at her.

"Starting tomorrow, you can deliver goods normally. No one will dare to stop your truck on Chang'an Road or any other road."

Lin Xiulan lowered her head, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

……

At five o'clock in the morning, the sky began to lighten with a pale, fish-belly white hue.

The night in the provincial capital is finally coming to an end.

Lu Qingshan returned to his study and took out the secret letter from the bandits, which was stamped with the seal of "Huichuntang," from a hidden compartment in the writing desk.

He laid the letter flat under the lamp, recalling Wang Jianguo's description on the phone.

The paper, the color of the ink, the placement of the stamp, even the tone of the words used.

It can be almost certainly concluded that these two letters were written by the same person.

He picked up the pencil on the table and wrote two words on a clean piece of scrap paper.

Nanshan.

Then, a heavy question mark was drawn next to it.

Outside the window, the sky over the provincial capital was truly bright.