Chapter 1 Leaving the City

Late at night, on a highway in Dragon City.

The streetlights cast a dim, yellow glow as several cars sped along the road, heading out of the city.

Kong ZhengHui sat in one of the cars, his chin resting on his hand, gazing out the window, lost in thought.

Having driven only halfway, the young man driving the car ahead turned his head and said, "Brother, there are people blocking the road ahead."

"Hmm?"

Kong ZhengHui turned his head and glanced forward.

He saw several private cars with mixed license plates parked at the intersection ahead, blocking their path.

Several men in plainclothes stood by the side of the road, looking serious. One of them, who appeared to be the leader, gestured at their cars.

"Pull over," Kong ZhengHui said, without much surprise in his voice.

"Okay."

The young man turned the steering wheel and slowly pulled the car to the side of the road. The cars following behind also stopped.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Several men walked over and politely knocked on the car window.

"Swish!"

Kong ZhengHui lowered the window, looking at them expressionlessly.

A middle-aged man said politely, "Mr. Kong, we are from the Quan Tong Bureau. We're very sorry, but you cannot leave Dragon City at this time."

Kong ZhengHui didn't say much. He simply took out his phone and dialed a number.

The call was quickly answered, and Yu Mingyuan's voice rang out, "Hello?"

Kong ZhengHui's voice was steady as he cut straight to the point, "I want to leave, but I'm being blocked by people from the Quan Tong Bureau."

Yu Mingyuan sighed, "What exactly are you going to do? What clues do you have?!"

"I don't know what you're thinking, but you're getting remarried soon. I don't want you involved. Don't ask," Kong ZhengHui told him bluntly. "Besides, there are no secrets in Dragon City right now. If I say anything, the lead might be cut off tomorrow."

"..." Hearing this, Yu Mingyuan fell silent.

Kong ZhengHui's tone softened slightly as he continued, "You don't have to worry about me. If you want to help me, just let me leave the city."

The two remained silent for a long time. Yu Mingyuan hung up the phone without saying a word.

...

At the same time, inside the Quan Tong Bureau, in a lounge.

Yu Mingyuan sat in a chair, his brow furrowed. He held his phone for a long time, thinking, before finally dialing An Zecheng's number, "Hello, Uncle-in-law, are you busy right now?"

An Zecheng asked, "Not busy, what's up?"

Yu Mingyuan lowered his voice, "It's like this..."

He quickly explained the situation and finally conveyed Kong ZhengHui's request to leave the city.

"..." On the other end of the phone, An Zecheng pondered for a long time before asking, "Do you think he's still trustworthy?"

Yu Mingyuan thought for a moment and explained his reasoning, "He's betting his whole family on this, and he's going out alone. On a personal level, I want to believe him. From an objective point of view, with his family here, he won't run away. Kong ZhengHui, despite his flaws, is truly filial to his family. I can vouch for that. Also, from my observations during this time, his behavior doesn't seem like he knows about Kong Zhengqi's affairs."

An Zecheng thought for a moment and said lightly, "Don't let this happen again."

With that, he hung up the phone.

Yu Mingyuan put down his phone, sighed softly, and then pulled up a familiar number.

...

Five minutes later, on a street in Dragon City.

Several cars were parked on the side of the road, with a dozen or so Quan Tong Bureau personnel guarding the area, watching Kong ZhengHui and his group.

The road was still temporarily blocked, and other cars could only detour.

In the front car, Kong ZhengHui sat in the back seat, silent, his face gloomy.

"Dring dring!"

The phone in his pocket suddenly rang. Kong ZhengHui took it out and saw that it was Yu Mingyuan calling. He thought about it but didn't answer the call.

After a while, the ringing stopped.

The Quan Tong Bureau cars at the intersection suddenly started and moved to the sides, clearing the way.

The staff member who had stopped them earlier walked over, stood in front of the car, and politely said to Kong ZhengHui, "Mr. Kong, you may leave now."

"Swish!"

Kong ZhengHui ignored him, simply raised the car window, and waved to the young man driving, "Let's go."

"Okay!"

The cars started moving again, heading out of the city.

As he left, Kong ZhengHui was very cautious, changing cars four or five times along the way to conceal his movements.

At the same time, he used the connections he had built up over the years in Dragon City to reach the docks and took a speedboat overnight.

In less than fifteen hours, Kong ZhengHui arrived in the Second District.

An hour later, the sky darkened again.

...

Near an apartment in Li City, three black business vans were parked in a secluded alley.

The alley was very quiet, with colorful graffiti on the walls on both sides and scattered garbage on the ground.

Kong ZhengHui, dressed in a black tracksuit, sat in the car, smoking and looking at the information that Zhou Tonghui had sent him earlier.

The Kong family brothers who had come with him were also sitting in the car, all energetic and alert.

After a while, a young man reminded him, "Brother, someone's coming."

Kong ZhengHui put down his phone and glanced out the window. He saw three or four black men walking into the alley, with dreadlocks and dressed in hip-hop attire.

These people glanced at the car's license plate and quickened their pace.

"Snap!"

As they passed the car, one of the black men suddenly reached out and threw a waterproof canvas bag into the car through the window.

After doing all this, the man continued walking as if nothing had happened.

"Swish!"

A young man bent down, opened the bag, and saw that it contained many handguns, as well as automatic rifles and hand grenades. He quickly checked and nodded to Kong ZhengHui, "The quantity is correct."

Kong ZhengHui glanced at the gun bag, took a puff of smoke, and instructed, "Distribute them all. Get ready to work."

"Okay."

The young man picked up the guns and quickly distributed them to the others in the car.

...

At the same time, in a suburban area of Dragon City.

In a dim room, He Yan was lying on an old sofa, dozing off.

The room was very clean, with nothing in it except for the old sofa that had been there for who knows how many years, and a large iron frame used to store some daily necessities.

Green mold had grown in the corner of the wall, and no one had cleaned it. There were no windows around, only a closed door.

The whole room was dilapidated and damp, like a basement.

"Dring dring!"

A piercing phone rang, and He Yan was suddenly startled awake, rolling over and sitting up on the bed.

The room was pitch black, with only the phone shining.

He Yan breathed a slight sigh of relief, picked up the phone, glanced at the caller ID, and answered the call, "Hello?"

A deep male voice came from the phone, "I'm back from Panama City. I'm coming to find you now."

He Yan thought for a moment and said to him, "Wait a little later, I can't go out right now."