Around two o'clock in the morning, Kong ZhengHui and his men quietly arrived at a coffee shop next to a street in District Two.

Even at this late hour, the coffee shop was still brightly lit. Some customers were sitting inside, chatting or working.

Kong ZhengHui wasn't in a hurry to make a move. He sat quietly in his car, waiting by the side of the road.

Da Liang and the others sat in the car, forcing themselves to stay awake as they checked their firearms.

Around three-thirty in the morning, the lights in the coffee shop gradually dimmed.

Da Liang's spirits lifted, and he turned to Kong ZhengHui, saying, "Bro, it's about time."

Kong ZhengHui looked around. Under the dim streetlights, the street was empty and deserted.

"Move out."

"Got it!"

Da Liang and four burly brothers pulled up their scarves to cover their faces.

"Whoosh!"

The car door of the minivan was yanked open, and the five men, carrying Remington shotguns, quickly stormed into the coffee shop.

"Bang!"

Da Liang kicked open the coffee shop door, raised his Remington, and shouted at the manager and staff, "Don't want to die? Get down on the ground!"

"Oh, God, please don't shoot!"

Seeing the dark gun barrels, the manager and staff obediently lay down on the floor, hands behind their backs, their movements practiced and smooth.

The manager, lying on the ground, his face pale, shouted expertly, "Please don't hurt us! The money is all in the machine at the counter!"

"Get the money!" Da Liang winked at the brothers beside him.

Two of them pretended to be robbers, smashing open the cash register and grabbing handfuls of banknotes.

"Bang!"

Da Liang smashed the manager hard in the back with the butt of his gun, threatening, "Find the surveillance footage! I don't want any trouble!"

"I'll take you."

The manager cooperated, standing up with his hands raised, and led Da Liang and two others to the surveillance room in the back.

"It's in here..."

The manager pointed to a computer in front of him. Da Liang didn't hesitate, slamming the other man unconscious with a blow from his gun.

Then, a brother who knew computers stepped forward, turned on the computer, and quickly pulled up the relevant surveillance footage according to the dates provided by Liu Dongyu. After checking it, he copied it to a portable hard drive.

Da Liang even took out his phone and took several photos of the people in the footage.

Once everything was done, they deleted the day's surveillance footage, rendered the clerk unconscious in the same manner, and left.

...

The group acted quickly, coming and going like the wind. In less than ten minutes, they had run out of the coffee shop and returned to the minivan.

The series of events didn't attract anyone's attention. No one even noticed that the coffee shop had just been robbed.

Before finding Zhang Yuan, Kong ZhengHui used robbery to conceal their true purpose in order to avoid alerting the enemy. After all, this was in the territory of Districts One and Two, and it was easy to be targeted by military intelligence.

Once the car started, Kong ZhengHui immediately asked, "Did you find it?"

"Got it." Da Liang gave an okay sign and took out his phone, showing the photos he had taken to Kong ZhengHui.

Kong ZhengHui glanced at the photos and showed them to Liu Dongyu, who was trembling in the back of the car: "Is that him?"

"Yes, yes, yes, that's him!" Liu Dongyu nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

Although he had successfully obtained the photos, Kong ZhengHui was once again in a stalemate.

The Kong family rose through the association and had extensive connections in the martial world. They had no shortage of people to use. But their capabilities in military intelligence were much weaker, because Kong ZhengHui had never been involved in that area.

Now, with the photos in hand, he didn't know how to find Zhang Yuan's whereabouts.

Kong ZhengHui looked at the photos in his hand, propping up his chin, and fell into deep thought.

Just then, Da Liang, who was sitting next to him, saw his worried expression and couldn't help but offer an idea: "Bro, you want to find someone? Just make a call to the An family. Since this kid is a military intelligence officer, they probably have a file on him."

Kong ZhengHui said in a low voice, "I don't want to look for Yu Mingyuan before things are cleared up."

With that, he put down the photos and thought for a moment. "Forget it, I'll look for TongHui instead."

The phone was quickly answered, and Zhou TongHui's urgent voice rang out: "ZhengHui, how is it going on your end? Have you found anything?"

"Found something." Kong ZhengHui nodded lightly. "However, the trail has stalled, and I need you to help me find someone in District One."

"Okay, who is it?" Zhou TongHui agreed without hesitation.

"Someone from military intelligence, but don't show your face." Kong ZhengHui had already thought out the details and told him over the phone, "You know a lot of people and have channels. Find other connections to handle this matter. I'll get however much money is needed; you can set the price high. I'll send you his photos in a moment."

Zhou TongHui replied, "No problem."

Kong ZhengHui was relieved: "Okay, let me know if you have any news."

Zhou TongHui's tone was concerned, reminding him, "Be careful on your end too. Don't force yourself if anything happens; be sure to call me."

"I understand, I'll hang up now."

"Okay..."

The two hung up, and Kong ZhengHui leaned back in his chair, falling into deep thought once more.

...

Dragon City, in the mountains next to a crematorium.

After meeting with the plastic surgery face, He Yan and the other person first went out together, and then returned here.

The plastic surgery face took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, and handed one to He Yan.

He Yan thought for a moment, took the cigarette, and said, "When are we moving?"

The plastic surgery face took a deep drag of his cigarette, and replied in a low voice, "The perimeter is already under control. It will be in the next day or two. As soon as we hear something, we'll move. You get ready, and use the same people as before."

As he spoke, the plastic surgery face took out his phone and showed it to him. "Remember, this is the next target."

He Yan glanced at the photo on it, a look of surprise on his face. He couldn't help but ask, "Are we moving on him so soon?!"

The plastic surgery face casually deleted the photo, put away his phone, and chuckled, "Hehe, if Su TianYu isn't dead, he might jump out to take charge of the overall situation at any time. Then the person in charge on our side will have to constantly adjust direction."

He Yan smoked his cigarette, looking at the plastic surgery face with a heavy heart, and suddenly asked, "After this job, can we leave?"

"That's right." The plastic surgery face replied affirmatively.

Hearing this, He Yan didn't say anything, just nodded slowly, and continued to smoke his cigarette in the cold wind.

After a long time, the plastic surgery face looked at He Yan and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, I'm not like them. I won't play dirty tricks."

"Okay!"

He Yan nodded.