Chapter 68: The Whereabouts of Zhong Yun

"Who are you?" Zhong Yun narrowed his eyes into a slit, a dangerous gleam flickering within, like the cold light dancing on the tip of a blade.

All the hairs on Ina's body instantly bristled. Though she was a veteran of countless battles, she felt an intense sense of peril. Just as she instinctively adopted a defensive stance, the danger vanished without a trace.

Unable to help herself, she glanced at Jiang You beside her. With their mutual understanding, he should never be so uncooperative. Yet Jiang You showed no reaction at all, seeming utterly bewildered, as if unaware of what had just transpired.

Ina was deeply shocked. To control murderous intent so effortlessly—how many life-and-death struggles must this youth have endured?

"We're police," she replied.

As a seasoned member of the special operations unit, Ina quickly regained her composure, using the standard line she always relied upon.

Zhong Yun pressed his lips together, neither confirming nor denying, and after a moment, asked again, "Who sent you to find me?"

Ina was about to answer but bit her lip instead. From the very start, the initiative had been seized by the youth before her; she had been led along every step, which was a blow to her confidence.

"Sorry, that's classified. We can't disclose that information."

Zhong Yun shrugged, no longer paying them any attention. Turning to the curious proprietress who had been watching him, he asked, "Madam, is there a place nearby where I can spend the night—a hotel, perhaps?"

"Go out and turn left, fifty meters, that's the hotel," she replied.

"Thank you." With that, Zhong Yun strode out the door.

"Hey, where are you going?" Ina called out anxiously as he was about to leave.

"To bathe," Zhong Yun answered, pausing at the doorway and turning, "Care to join me?"

Amid the boisterous laughter of the men, Zhong Yun left the bar in high spirits.

At the hotel, he enjoyed a comfortable hot shower, dressed in clean clothes, and stepped out feeling refreshed.

"Well? Are you waiting for me?"

Outside, a blazing red shuttle was parked by the curb, its transparent windows revealing the same man and woman from the bar who claimed to be police.

The door opened, and Jiang You called, "Get in."

Zhong Yun didn't move. "Where are you taking me?"

"You want to go to the airport, right? We're heading that way. We can give you a lift," Jiang You replied, sounding as logical and composed as ever.

Zhong Yun didn't believe a word about their supposed route, but a free ride was nothing to sniff at. Besides, he was curious to see who had sent them to find him.

He picked up his backpack and got in. The shuttle noticeably sagged under his weight.

"You police officers must be paid well to afford a car like this," Zhong Yun remarked from the backseat, running his hands over everything like a country boy dazzled by the city.

Though this Phantom Drive—Luminous Series—was costly, it was still cheaper than Chen Wen's Infinite O1. Zhong Yun was only pretending.

Neither of the special agents replied. Jiang You drove silently, and Ina simply ignored him.

Before long, they heard snoring from the back. Zhong Yun had fallen asleep.

"Pig," Ina muttered under her breath, glancing at the rearview mirror.

It wasn't until they reached the airport that Zhong Yun stirred.

Once he boarded his flight, Ina made a call, "Chief, we've found the target. He just boarded a plane to Dal. The flight number is xxxxx."

A large luxury aircraft was heading to Mingzhou. Its fuselage bore an artistic "Y"—the mark of the Yang family's private jet.

Inside, the cabin was simply furnished, a stark contrast to the opulent exterior. A young man sat on a white sofa, reading a book with his glasses on.

He was handsome, with fair skin and a refined appearance.

Beside him stood another young man, his attendant. The Yang family's strict rules meant that even when no outsiders were present, attendants never dared to sit.

Suddenly, the attendant's phone rang. The young man frowned, letting out a barely audible sigh, "Even the flight can't be peaceful."

The attendant, quick-witted, handed the phone over at once, "It's Team Leader Liao."

"Oh?" The young man raised an eyebrow. Why would he call now? Unless...

"The person you're looking for has appeared. In fifty-two minutes, he'll arrive at Worr Third Airport."

The sharp voice on the other end drew a slight smile from the young man, "Brother Liao, thank you. I owe you one."

Ending the call, the young man propped his chin thoughtfully.

"Young master..." The attendant, knowing his employer's habit of zoning out, promptly reminded him.

"Hmm. No return to Mingzhou for now. Tell the captain we're changing course to Worr," the young man instructed.

Watching his attendant disappear through the doorway, he murmured, "Let me see for myself what kind of person could make my sister care so much."

His gaze fell upon a stack of documents on the table, a photo on top—Zhong Yun.

Interesting fellow.

A smile of intrigue curled the young man's lips, and he felt a hint of anticipation for their meeting.

Dal, in the city center, atop a skyscraper, inside a grand office, a slightly overweight middle-aged man was absorbed in reading a dossier.

"Ding-dong."

The sound disrupted his concentration, and he said irritably, "Didn't I say not to disturb me during work hours?"

"Sir, you instructed that any news of a young man named Zhong Yun should be reported to you immediately," came a sweet but emotionless voice—his AI assistant.

"You mean there's news of this young man?" A flash of joy crossed his face.

"Yes, sir. He's boarded a plane to Worr Third Airport. He'll land in forty-nine minutes and twelve seconds."

The man sprang to his feet. "Connect me to Xiao Zhao."

The AI quickly complied. "Hello, Xiao Zhao, go to Third Airport immediately. Pick up this person and bring him to the company. I'll send you his photo shortly."

After he finished, the AI asked, "Is this young man Zhong Yun really that important? Based on his previous records, his potential rating is F. He's not worth your attention."

"You don't understand," the man said, clearly pleased. "This is the first time Xiao Ruo has asked me for help. I have to do it perfectly."

"But I wonder what their relationship is. Seeing how concerned Xiao Ruo is, could he be her sweetheart?"

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. How could this kid, so mediocre, be worthy of Xiao Ruo?

(Note: For convenience in writing and reading, I'm using pinyin for names and terms; just assume I've translated them. Same applies hereafter.)

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