804: Chapter 799 I'll Redeem You in Three Days

Shen Yan took the baby bottle, tested the temperature, and then picked up his babbling younger son to feed him.

His movements were so gentle that he didn't look like a ruthless crocodile in the business world.

“Where are you going? Is it dangerous?”

Liu Hui wiped her hands and sat opposite him, her eyes filled with worry.

Rock Technology was currently a tall tree catching much wind; many people were keeping an eye on Shen Yan.

“Going to Country C. It's a bit hot, but it's a tourist country.”

Shen Yan told a lie.

He didn't want his wife to worry.

“Guang Ke is going with me, and I'm also taking a few people from the security team.”

Hearing that Chen Guangke was going too, Liu Hui felt a slight sense of relief.

Chen Guangke was Shen Yan's childhood friend; the two had grown up together. With him there, at least they could look out for each other.

“Then you... go and come back quickly.”

Liu Hui didn't ask further.

She knew what Shen Yan was carrying now—the livelihoods of thousands of Employees and a massive business empire.

As a wife, all she could do was guard their home well.

“Don't worry.”

Shen Yan handed the son, who had finished his milk and fallen asleep, to the Nanny and reached out to hug Liu Hui.

“When I get back, I'll bring a gift for Youyou.”

Ten o'clock in the morning, Jinghai International Airport.

The engines of the gulfstream g650 were already roaring.

This was a business jet Rock Technology had recently purchased.

Chen Guangke was wearing a floral shirt and sunglasses, looking less like he was going to discuss business and more like an upstart going on vacation.

But the bulge at his waist showed he wasn't as relaxed as he appeared on the surface.

Besides him, there were four burly men, all the best fighters from the security team, each carrying a special metal case.

“Brother Yan, is the information accurate?”

After boarding the plane, Chen Guangke dropped his casual attitude.

“Country C isn't very peaceful right now. I heard a warlord named 'Scorpion' has recently started fighting with the government forces.”

Shen Yan took the champagne handed over by the flight attendant but didn't drink it, just watched the clouds outside the window.

“Wealth is found within danger.”

“That thing is too important to us.”

The plane pierced through the clouds, flying toward the Southern Hemisphere.

Five hours later.

When the cabin door opened again, a wave of humid heat mixed with the smell of dust and low-quality spices hit them in the face.

Country C, Bapeng City.

The airport here was as dilapidated as a long-distance bus station, and soldiers with guns could even be seen smoking by the runway.

As soon as Shen Yan walked down the stairs, several locals wearing olive-green vests surrounded them.

“Boss, do you need a car? Only a hundred US dollars to the city center!”

“Boss, I have the best girls and the best goods!”

The noisy hawking was irritating.

Chen Guangke stood in front of Shen Yan, his eyes scanning the area from behind his sunglasses.

Those people seemed to sense that this group wasn't like ordinary tourists, especially the four burly men carrying cases, who exuded a murderous aura of having seen blood.

The crowd dispersed slightly.

“Mr. Shen.”

A middle-aged man in a wrinkled suit squeezed through the crowd and walked over with a face full of smiles.

His skin was dark, and his teeth were stained bright red by betel nut.

“I was arranged by Mr. Ning to pick you up. Just call me Old Cai.”

Ning Ke's connections were indeed broad; he even had informants in a godforsaken place like this.

Shen Yan nodded and signaled for the bodyguards to follow.

Outside the airport, a modified bulletproof SUV was parked, its body covered in mud splatters.

“Don't mind it, Mr. Shen. In this place, if a car is kept too clean, it's easy to get robbed.”

Old Cai drove while observing this God of Wealth from the East through the rearview mirror.

“Where are we going? The hotel or...”

“Go to the black market first.”

Shen Yan looked at the dilapidated streets outside the window.

Children in rags could be seen everywhere along the road, as well as pickup trucks openly carrying rifles.

This was indeed a lawless land.

“The black market?”

Old Cai's hand jerked, and the car wobbled.

“Mr. Shen, the black market is in chaos right now. I heard 'Scorpion's' people are looking for something and have shut down several stalls...”

“Just go.”

Shen Yan's voice was steady.

The system had only given him three days.

He had to figure out the seller's background before the auction started, and even... if possible, intercept it before the auction.

After all, auctions were full of too many uncertainties.

He had plenty of money.

But he didn't like leaving the initiative in someone else's hands.

The car turned into a dark and narrow alley.

The walls here were covered in eerie graffiti, and the air was filled with the smell of rotting fruit and rust.

“Stop the car.”

Shen Yan suddenly spoke.

Old Cai slammed on the brakes.

“What's wrong, Mr. Shen? We're not there yet.”

Shen Yan didn't speak, just looked at an inconspicuous pawnshop deep in the alley.

A prompt popped up on the system interface on his retina.

【Key character discovered: The illegitimate son of a deceased chemist, currently in desperate need of money to flee Country C.】

【He doesn't have the formula in his hands, but he knows which 'key' the formula is hidden in.】

It truly was finding it by chance after searching everywhere in vain.

Shen Yan pushed open the car door.

“Guang Ke, bring the money and come down with me.”

Without a word, Chen Guangke picked up a black briefcase.

Several tattooed local thugs in the alley saw these outsiders and immediately surrounded them with ill intent, flicking switchblades in their hands.

“Hey, yellow pig, do you know the rules here?”

The lead thug spat out a cigarette butt and reached out to grab Shen Yan's shoulder.

Crack.

No one saw how Shen Yan made his move.

The thug's wrist bent at an eerie angle, and a scream instantly echoed through the alley.

Shen Yan let go, tossing the man aside like trash.

He took a clean white handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his fingers, and calmly scanned the remaining people.

“Get out.”

Just one word.

But the bone-chilling coldness emanating from his core made these thugs, who usually acted with impunity, feel like they had fallen into an ice cellar.

They realized that this seemingly docile fat sheep was actually a wolf in human skin.

The alley became quiet in an instant.

Shen Yan straightened his collar, which wasn't even messy, and stepped into the dim pawnshop.

The light in the pawnshop was as dim as a moldy cellar, and the air was a mix of stale tobacco, cheap perfume, and the smell of unknown mold fermenting.

The peeling ceiling fan overhead let out a deathbed groan, stuttering for half a second with every rotation, as if it would spin off and slice someone's head off at any moment.

Behind the counter sat a three-hundred-pound fat man, his fleshy face squeezing his eyes into slits, as he toyed with a silver pendant in his hand.

The young man standing in front of the counter looked to be in his early twenties, as thin as a dried bamboo pole, with a faded white shirt hanging loosely on his frame.

His name was Lin Chi.

At this moment, Lin Chi was gripping the edge of the counter tightly, his knuckles white from excessive force, his voice trembling after pleading.

“Boss, this really is sterling silver. The photo inside is a memento of my mother. I'm only pawning it for five hundred dollars. In a month... no, I'll come to redeem it in three days.”