The next day, Washington, D.C., a certain drive-in restaurant.

The restaurant wasn't very crowded, with only three or four tables occupied. Near the window, a young man was looking around.

This man was Zhiyang, who had participated in the assassination of Huo Dongsheng. He was wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt and a baseball cap, slowly savoring the free coffee in his cup.

He seemed to be enjoying the coffee, but his eyes were scanning every passerby through the window.

"Waiter," he called to the waitress, pointing to his empty cup, "Another coffee, please."

The waitress came over with the coffee pot and refilled Zhiyang's cup.

Zhiyang picked up his coffee cup and took a sip, but suddenly a figure appeared in his line of sight.

"Ding-ding-dang-dang!"

The door was pushed open, and the wind chimes on the door rang. A tall white man, wearing sunglasses and a mask, strode towards Zhiyang's location and bent down to sit.

"Why choose this place… too many people." The man in sunglasses said in a low voice.

"This kind of place, no one pays attention," Zhiyang replied blandly.

The man in sunglasses was silent for a moment, then stretched out his gloved hand, took out a white slip of paper, placed it on the table, and gently pushed it to Zhiyang.

"Boat ticket." He lowered his voice and said, "Go to Pier Seven, there's a silver speedboat. Take his boat to the island. When you get there, an officer named Jones will be waiting for you on the shore, and he will take you to see the guy you want to see."

"Thanks." Zhiyang nodded, reached into his clothes, took out a thick kraft paper bag, and threw it on the table.

The man in sunglasses picked up the paper bag, squeezed it with his hand to feel its thickness, and then quickly stuffed the paper bag into his arms.

"I've repaid the favor I owed you…" He stood up and roared in a low voice, "Don't look for me again next time."

After speaking, he left the restaurant quickly without looking back.

Zhiyang, unhurried, finished his coffee, wiped his mouth, stood up, and left a tip on the table.

...

Night, Gate Island.

A speedboat cut through the calm sea surface and sailed towards the small pier on the back of the island.

On the pier, a green military jeep was parked, with a white officer sitting in the car, looking around.

The speedboat slowly approached the shore, and Zhiyang nimbly jumped onto the shore. He quickly looked around before walking towards the jeep.

After Zhiyang got into the car, the officer Jones, who was sitting next to him, did not look at Zhiyang, but pointed to a set of military uniforms placed on the seat and said in a low voice: "Change."

Zhiyang didn't waste any words, immediately took off his clothes, put on the military uniform, and dressed himself as an ordinary soldier. The car then slowly started and drove towards the island.

About ten minutes later, the car approached the heavily guarded Gate Island Prison. Through the window, Zhiyang could see soldiers walking back and forth on the walls. And the searchlights at the four corners were regularly illuminating the surroundings.

With Jones leading the way, the car smoothly entered the prison, and the journey was unimpeded. All the guards immediately saluted when they saw this white officer, and then raised the barrier to let them pass.

Soon, the car stopped at the rear door passage of the prison, and Zhiyang followed Jones out of the car.

"Follow me." Jones didn't say much. He dropped a sentence, then took Zhiyang and walked into the passage swaggeringly.

After passing through several iron gates in a row, Jones stood in front of a closed door and nodded to Zhiyang: "Go in… you only have ten minutes."

"Thank you." Zhiyang opened the door, inside was a visiting room. A glass wall divided the room into two halves, and an old man with gray hair sat opposite the glass wall.

Zhiyang walked over and sat in front of the old man. The other party was obviously stunned for a second before slowly saying: "I don't know you."

Zhiyang glanced around and found that there were no cameras installed on the wall. Then he looked at the old man and smiled slightly: "Familiarity breeds contempt, we'll get to know each other after a few more encounters."

The old man frowned slightly and asked, "Which side are you from?"

Zhiyang lowered his voice: "Qing Yi Bureau…"

...

Dragon City, at the gate of the All-System Bureau, willow branches swayed in the wind, and various office vehicles traveled back and forth.

Across the street, a black SUV was parked. Yu Mingyuan sat in the driver's seat with his eyes closed, taking puffs on his cigarette.

After a cigarette, the gate opened, and Su Tianyu walked out of it alone, striding forward.

He walked directly to the SUV, opened the passenger seat door, and sat down.

"What do you want from me?" Su Tianyu looked at Yu Mingyuan and asked softly.

"Just saying hello." Yu Mingyuan flicked the cigarette butt out of the window, and then said: "I'll take over the Hua Gong Hui line, don't touch it on your end."

As soon as Su Tianyu heard this, he immediately asked: "How far have you gotten? Have you found out why they met with Zhao Yan?"

"I haven't found out about that yet," Yu Mingyuan waved his hand: "But I already have some clues. I just want to tell you, don't let your people move, otherwise it will easily conflict with my side, and then everyone will suffer." (lit. The flood will wash away the Dragon King Temple).

Su Tianyu was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "Keep it in check… don't go too far."

Yu Mingyuan smiled: "Okay, don't worry."

Hearing this, Su Tianyu reached out and fastened his seat belt, and then said: "Let's go, let's find a place to eat."

"Okay, my treat."

...

Saint Paul City, in an apartment.

Huang Peishan took a shower, and then walked out of the bathroom naked, heading straight for the bedroom with his big belly.

On the bed in the bedroom lay a young girl, who immediately showed a smile that said she was about to charge when she saw Huang Peishan: "The pills are all crushed, drink them, it won't be choking."

Huang Peishan was also a straightforward person, and pointed to the cabinet next to him, which was two meters high and more than three meters long, and said: "Go, pick one yourself, and take your work tools. And insert a tail, I like the furry feeling…."

"You should have said so earlier." The girl got up to get the props from the cabinet.

Huang Peishan smiled slightly, reached out and touched the crushed pills on the bedside table, preparing to work like a wild bull until four in the morning.

"Ding-ling-ling!" A sudden phone ring rang.

"Hello?" Huang Peishan answered the phone, his tone slightly unhappy.

A man's voice came from the phone: "Chairman, there's movement at the prison…"

"Prison?"

"Yes, they just called me over there." The man on the phone said softly: "What do you think, do you want to come back, or should I let the insider there contact you directly?"

Huang Peishan rubbed his face and shouted, "Okay, stop picking!"

"Huh?" The girl was stunned.

"I'm going back now!" Huang Peishan hung up the phone, got up and said, "I have to go, let's talk tomorrow."

The girl walked over with a stick a dozen centimeters long: "Don't be too tired."

"I told you, stop picking."

"…It's no fun for me to stay by myself!"

"Damn!" Huang Peishan was stunned for three seconds, then changed his clothes neatly, and quickly left the paradise, and called Huo Dongsheng: "Chairman, I have found some news. Yes, it's that Qing Yi Bureau kid…!"