In front of a quiet courtyard, Qi Yun was holding some freshly bought tea leaves, following Shi Feng into the courtyard.

The weather was nice today, the sun was warm, and Old Chen was leisurely lying on a chair listening to some opera.

The two passed through the moon gate and came closer.

Shi Feng had a smile on his face and greeted, "Haha, Old Chen enjoying the sun?"

Old Chen slightly opened his eyes, saw Qi Yun and Shi Feng, and sneered, "What are you two guys up to again?"

Qi Yun placed the tea leaves on the stone table and said with a smile, "Old Chen, I just got some good tea leaves and thought of bringing it to you first for your appraisal."

Old Chen glanced at the wooden box on the table, then at Qi Yun, still in that indifferent manner, "If you have something to say, say it quickly, don't disturb my nap."

Qi Yun was not offended, half-squatted down, forcing a smile on his face, "Then I'll just say it directly. We got a chair yesterday, and we would like your help to find someone to restore it."

"Where is it?" Old Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and said flatly.

"It's in the car outside, I'll go get it now." With that, Qi Yun gave Shi Feng a look and then got up and walked outside.

Shi Feng also laughed and moved closer: "Old Chen, after Old Qi wants to have this chair restored, he plans to take it to the auction house over on Hong Kong Island, could you arrange it by then?"

Old Chen listened, his tone carrying a hint of suspicion, "What chair is this that needs to go to an auction house over on Hong Kong Island?"

Shi Feng chuckled, "Something from the old Prince Mansion, made of Golden Rattan."

Just as he was speaking, Qi Yun came over holding the chair, placing it carefully in front of Old Chen.

Old Chen's originally narrowed eyes suddenly widened, he sat up straight, and examined the Golden Rattan Chair with great interest.

He stretched out his hand, gently stroking the carvings on the chair back, his fingers moving slowly along the grain, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Wow, this is really quite something," Old Chen murmured to himself, "This craftsmanship, you can't achieve this without decades of practice."

Qi Yun beside him smiled apologetically, "Old Chen, Shi Feng mentioned that to restore this chair to its original appearance, we need to find a craftsman with exceptional skills. I guess only someone like you who is well-connected can help with this, so please lend us a hand."

Old Chen nodded slightly, his gaze still on the chair, "Hmm, indeed there are very few who can handle this job. I do know an old guy; if you have him do it, it should be fine."

"But that old guy is not mobile, if you want him to do it, you have to deliver the chair to him yourself."

Qi Yun hurriedly nodded, "Of course, may I know where that master lives?"

"In Beijing," Old Chen replied flatly.

Qi Yun was slightly taken aback, thinking he was local; he didn't expect it to be Beijing.

Old Chen continued, "As for the auction house, Golden Rattan itself is precious, along with this exquisite craftsmanship and the backstory of the Prince Mansion, it certainly has auction value."

"You don't necessarily have to go to Hong Kong Island to auction it; Beijing is even more suitable. I have some connections with a couple of auction houses there and can help link you up."

Qi Yun smiled joyfully upon hearing this and quickly replied, "That would be fantastic, thank you so much, Old Chen."

Shi Feng also chimed in, "Haha, didn't I tell you, coming to Old Chen with this for sure would work."

"Alright." Old Chen said, sitting back on his reclining chair, waving them off with a dismissive gesture, "If there's nothing else, you two should hurry and leave, don't disturb my nap."

The two weren't offended and took their leave, carrying the chair with them.

Back in the car, Qi Yun took out his phone and called Zhong Rui, instructing him to contact a professional logistics company to air-transport the chair to Beijing.

After all, it's nearly five thousand kilometers from here to Beijing; driving it there personally would be even more unsafe.

It's more prudent to find a logistics company that specializes in transporting valuable items, buy some insurance, in case anything gets damaged, you can still receive compensation.

After hanging up the phone, he was about to start the car when the phone rang again.

The screen showed a local number he didn't recognize.

Qi Yun answered the call with a hint of curiosity, "Who is this?"

"We met the day before yesterday at West Mountain." A woman's voice came through the phone, somewhat familiar.

Qi Yun was slightly taken aback, then knew who it was.

It was the woman from that group of bandits, seemed to be called Ah Jiao.

"Haha, what can I do for you?" Qi Yun chuckled softly, asking.

"Yes," Ah Jiao paused, then frankly said, "We've run into some trouble and hope you can help."

Qi Yun didn't respond immediately, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep puff before replying, "Why should I help you?"

Ah Jiao retorted, "Didn't you leave contact info so that we could reach out when we needed help?"

"We're blocked by someone now, they could find us anytime." She paused for a moment on the other end, "Help us out, and we'll work for you in the future."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun's lips curled up slightly, blowing out a smoke ring, "Send me the address."

Ah Jiao said no more, hung up, and sent over an address right away.

Qi Yun forwarded the address to Chen Wei, while also dialing his number.

"Brother Wei, the group we met a couple of days ago is in trouble, can you see if you can get them out of it?"

"Your own safety comes first, if it can't be done, then abandon it."

Chen Wei, hearing this, didn't ask further, simply said, "Got it," and hung up.

...

On the other side, there's a large area of abandoned caves in the outskirts of West Mountain.

At this moment, Ah Jiao, Black, and Glasses Man Ajie are hiding inside one of these caves.

"What did he say?" Ajie asked impatiently, looking at Ah Jiao.

Ah Jiao wasn't too flustered. She put away her phone and said calmly, "He should come."

Ajie frowned, his face full of worry: "I hope he really can come, or else we're in big trouble this time."

"I heard that Luo Yang is ruthless. If we fall into his hands..." He trailed off without finishing his sentence.

At this moment, Black, who was leaning against the dirt wall with a pale face, spoke up, "Later... if they do come, don't worry about me, just... just leave, I'll hold them off."

He spoke intermittently, his tone very weak, with a patch of dark red blood on the fabric covering his abdomen.

Ah Jiao's eyes sharpened, despite being a frail woman, her aura was sharp at this moment.

She glared at Black: "Don't talk nonsense! We leave together, no one gets left behind."

Ajie also chimed in from the side: "Exactly, Black, don't think about unnecessary things, I don't believe Luo Yang really dares to kill us."

Black shook his head with a bitter smile and didn't speak again.

In previous years, when he drove big trucks, he had hauled sand for those gravel plants and heard some rumors, knowing how ruthless those people could be.

So he had already made up his mind that even if he died here today, he wouldn't let his two companions be caught...

At that moment, a rustling sound suddenly came from outside the cave, as if someone was approaching.

The three of them became instantly alert, with Black pulling out a telescopic baton from his waist and gripping it tightly.

Ah Jiao and Ajie grabbed a few rocks from beside them, their eyes fixed on the cave entrance.

The footsteps grew closer, and soon, a shadow appeared at the entrance of the cave.

"Who is it?" Ajie whispered fiercely, his trembling voice betraying his inner fear.

The shadow did not respond but slowly walked into the cave. In the dim light, the three saw who it was—Chen Wei.

"Come with me," Chen Wei said softly, his eyes scanning cautiously around.

Ajie and the others felt a thrill in their hearts, quickly getting up to follow him out.

Just then, a sudden commotion came from outside the cave: "There are footprints here!"

Upon hearing this, Ah Jiao and the others felt a jolt in their hearts, their faces turning somewhat pale.

Chen Wei's face remained cold and unflustered. His eyes sharpened as he quickly said while turning: "I'll deal with them. You three go first. There's a car on the road to the north."

The three had seen Chen Wei's skills before and knew that bravado now would only be a burden to him, so they didn't say much, just nodded to show they understood.

Ah Jiao and Ajie quickly helped Black up and followed Chen Wei to the cave entrance, ready to run out at any moment.

Chen Wei stuck close to the cave entrance, waiting silently for the right moment. As the chaotic footsteps approached, he made a swift move.

With a strong punch landing squarely on the lead man's face, his left leg quickly lifted, delivering a fierce side kick forward.

"Wham!"

A muffled grunt accompanied the sound as the man in front fell to the ground.

The sudden turn of events caused the ten or so men behind him to freeze for a moment, but in the next second, they were charging forward, brandishing clubs and knives.

"Damn it, get him!"

"Finish him off!"

Chen Wei's mouth curved into a cold smile as he shouted, "Go!"

Then he charged forward, heading straight into the crowd.

Hearing the signal, the three didn't have time to think. They dashed out of the cave and ran quickly north.

Black's abdominal injury tore with every step he took, but he kept his teeth clenched, focused solely on moving forward while his blood dripped continuously onto the ground.

After running a few steps, Ah Jiao glanced back but could no longer see Chen Wei's figure...

Ten minutes later, the three of them climbed over a small dirt mound and indeed saw a black BMW parked on the dirt road below.

"Quick, get in the car!" Ajie said as he helped Black pick up his pace.

The three of them stumbled to the car, and Ah Jiao quickly opened the door. Ajie helped Black into the back seat, making him lie back, and then got in himself.

Ah Jiao got into the driver's seat and quickly started the car.

Just as she was about to shift into gear and start driving, Ajie suddenly leaned over, grabbing her arm with a struggling expression.

"Shouldn't we wait for him?"

Ah Jiao decisively shook off his hand, shaking her head and saying, "He must have confidence to act this way. We can't wait for Black's injury. We must go to the hospital immediately."

Ajie opened his mouth, looked at the pallid-faced Black, and finally sighed, saying no more.

Ah Jiao pressed the accelerator, and the car shot forward like an arrow, kicking up a cloud of dust.

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