In the hospital, Bi Quan eventually couldn't resist the drowsiness and fell fast asleep on the soft bed in the deluxe ward.

Bi Junxian, however, kept tossing and turning, constantly checking the time on his phone, feeling that every second was excruciatingly long.

"Old Lu, make a call and check what's going on." Bi Junxian urged impatiently.

"Yes, young master."

Old Lu agreed, also feeling puzzled. By this time, it should have been resolved; why was there still no news?

However, when he called, all he heard was the message: "Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off, Sorry..."

Old Lu frowned. How could the phones be off?

He tried another person, but the result was the same.

Bi Junxian said angrily, "What's going on?"

This…" Old Lu replied reluctantly, "I don't know why, but both Tiger and Lao Chang's phones are off."

"You better not tell me something happened to them." Bi Junxian said coldly.

Old Lu hurriedly said, "It shouldn't be. Their phones have GPS devices; even if they're off, we can know where they are. Don't worry, young master, I'll check right away."

As he spoke, he began operating on his phone.

However, after seeing the locations of over a dozen targets, Old Lu couldn't help but be taken aback.

"What on earth is going on?" Bi Junxian became furious, slamming the table.

Old Lu was startled, gently reminding, "Young master, please calm down, the master just went to sleep."

"Then hurry up and explain to me what's happening." Bi Junxian suppressed his anger and said.

Old Lu's face was twisted with indecision, gritted his teeth, and replied, "The GPS shows that Tiger and Lao Chang are moving towards the outskirts of the town, and are almost out of Jiuyou Town.

I suspect that there might have been too much commotion, so it's inconvenient to bring them directly here and instead they're first being moved out of town."

"Find them, get them to me immediately!" Bi Junxian ordered fiercely.

"Yes yes yes, I'll handle it right away." Old Lu nodded and bowed, then left the ward.

At this moment, he truly regretted sending this cargo to the hospital immediately last night; he should have just let him die.

Of course, this was just a thought in the heat of the moment.

Old Lu knew very well that if he did that, he'd be the first to suffer.

...

It was the warmest time of the day.

Many shopkeepers along the street had carried their small stools and sat at the doorsteps of their shops, sunbathing while waiting for customers.

At this moment, an old man with a scruffy beard, wearing a shabby military coat, was desperately pedaling a tricycle, speeding down the street as if chased by a pack of wolves.

This tricycle-riding old man was the same one who had collected dozens of "used mobile phones" from the little girl earlier.

The old man pedaled so hard his rear left the seat, sweat pouring down his face, making it seem like summer instead of winter.

"In that place where peach blossoms bloom..."

The pocket phone, a senior citizen model, loudly chimed in.

The old man slowed down, stopped by the roadside, and took the phone out of his pocket. Seeing it was his grandson calling, he smiled and pressed the answer button: "Xiao Hao, your grandpa today is really..."

Before he finished, an obviously impatient male voice came through the receiver: "I'm short on living expenses this month. Find a way to send me a thousand yuan."

A trace of disappointment flashed across the old man's eyes, but thinking of the dozens of phones he just got, he immediately smiled, "Xiao Hao, I remember you were always talking about wanting one... hey, hey, hey what was it called again?"

"iPhone 11."

"Yes, yes, yes, iPhone 11."

"Why are you mentioning that? You can't afford it anyway. Everyone in my dorm uses iPhones except me, I'm the only one with a crappy Android, I'm embarrassed to even take it out." The man's voice had a noticeable tone of complaint.

The old man quickly replied, "I have plenty of those iPhone 11s you mentioned here, and they look quite new, shouldn't have been used for long."

To the man, this sounded like nonsense; the new iPhone had just been released less than two months ago, of course, they hadn't been used long.

But, is this for real?

"Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?" the man inquired.

"Definitely not wrong, it's exactly the same as the one in your cousin's hand!" The old man said confidently.

The man's tone suddenly became excited: "Then hurry and send one to me, make sure it turns on. Don't sell it for scrap."

"Alright, alright, Grandpa will go find a courier company right away."

After hanging up the call, the old man wiped the sweat off his face, his smile as innocent as a child's, and energetically continued pedaling forward.

However, just as he exited the town, a group of over a dozen young men wearing sunglasses surrounded him.

"What do you want to do?" the old man asked, feigning calm.

This was a classic case of a guilty conscience.

He had been in this line of work for many years, but he had never encountered something like a little girl handing over so many usable phones all at once in exchange for scissors and knives.

The old man had suspected something was amiss, but upon seeing the iPhone 11 his grandson longed for, he chose self-deception.

Using the excuse that the other party was ignorant or simple-minded, he quickly fled, afraid of being caught.

A man who appeared to be the leader asked, "Is it him?"

A man beside him pulled out his phone and confirmed, "The location shows he's right beside us, he should be on his tricycle."

"Search!"

Upon the command, a dozen men started rummaging through the old man's tricycle.

The old man immediately spread his arms to stop them, "In broad daylight, are you trying to rob me?"

However, nobody paid him any heed, and a dozen people haphazardly threw his belongings onto the ground.

"Help! Robbery! Someone help!"

Seeing he couldn't stop them, the old man lay on the ground, shouting loudly, hoping some kind passerby would intervene and stop these people.

Unfortunately, although onlookers noticed, none came to mediate; they all kept their distance, afraid of getting involved.

"Found it!"

One of the men shouted, opening a package wrapped in multiple layers to reveal dozens of phones, all powered off.

"Where did these phones come from?"

The sunglasses-wearing leader took off his sunglasses, crouched in front of the old man, and asked menacingly.

The old man was immediately frightened, hastily responded: "Fr-from a little girl I bought them."

"A little girl?" the man with sunglasses continued to question, "Exactly where?"

"At, at... I can't really say, but it was indeed sold to me by a little girl." The old man said with trembling legs, suspecting these might be the police.

"I'll call Uncle Lu first, you watch this old man, make sure he doesn't leave." Leaving a word, the sunglasses man got up to make a phone call.

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