Despite Xie Huan’s gentle and delicate appearance, like a frail little girl, his methods, however, are anything but weak.

Looking at the two people in the documents, An Yiqing rubbed her temples in frustration. She didn’t expect to save such two prominent figures. This is trouble.

However... her water-like eyes flickered slightly, a glint of intelligence flashed through. The Sanfeng Association and the Jiang Family are sworn enemies; she does not mind having Xie Xiaoran and Xie Huan recover fully to annoy the Jiang Family.

"I’ll go check on them, you all eat." Putting down the documents, An Yiqing got up and walked to the second floor.

In a bedroom on the second floor, there were two large beds, with Xie Xiaoran and Xie Huan each lying on one, eyes tightly closed.

They are still a few hours away from waking up. Xie Huan’s injuries are not particularly severe; it’s estimated he’ll wake up by tomorrow. As for Xie Xiaoran, since it was a craniotomy and the bullet almost touched the central nervous system, he’ll probably take a bit longer to wake up.

An Yiqing sat on the sofa by the window, staring at her toes, not knowing where her thoughts had drifted.

Just then, a sudden ringtone erupted in the quiet room, snapping An Yiqing out of her contemplation.

She reflexively touched her phone, slowly realizing it was not her ringtone. She chuckled bitterly, patted her head, and walked over to Xie Xiaoran, rummaging through his trouser pocket.

The black phone screen displayed the large characters "Lao Shen".

An Yiqing raised an eyebrow, recalling the documents she just reviewed. In the Sanfeng Association, there’s a Think Tank who has been assisting Xie Xiaoran from the moment he rose to power, named Shen Tian. It’s said that Shen Tian was saved by Xie Xiaoran outside when he was not yet the Family Head. Shen Tian, to repay Xie Xiaoran for saving his life, stayed in the Sanfeng Association. Later, his intelligence gradually became apparent, and Xie Xiaoran placed him by his side, making him the only Think Tank in the triad with no combat skills but with an extraordinary status.

The phone screen gradually dimmed. Before An Yiqing could respond, the ringtone rang out again; it was still Shen Tian calling.

An Yiqing stood by the bed, watching Xie Xiaoran’s phone ring incessantly, the caller seemingly very anxious, repeatedly calling without pause.

The Family Head is missing; naturally, his subordinates are worried. But An Yiqing cannot answer this call, as she doesn’t understand Sanfeng Association’s matters. But judging from the documents, both Xie Xiaoran and Xie Huan possess top-tier intelligence. Logically, they shouldn’t have fallen to this situation unless there’s betrayal within the Sanfeng Association.

She has seen many such dramas. Therefore, without knowing Shen Tian’s stance, she cannot reveal herself.

Decisively pressing the hang-up button, An Yiqing directly turned off Xie Xiaoran’s phone.

However, unbeknownst to her, at the moment she pressed the power-off button on Xie Xiaoran’s phone, a group of men gathered around a computer in a room of the Sanfeng Association excitedly stood up.

"Tracked it! South of Flower Island! Quick, move secretly, and do not disclose the Family Head’s whereabouts!"

In the villa, An Yiqing gave Xie Xiaoran and Xie Huan another acupuncture session, reinforcing the vital energy in their bodies once more. Afterward, she went downstairs and sat in the living room, chatting leisurely with Xiao Hei and the Thirteen Blood Generals.

An Yiqing leaned against the sofa, with Xiao Hei sitting in her arms, and Zhang Yufeng beside her peeling lychees. Meanwhile, the Thirteen Blood Generals and the Feng Family Five Brothers gathered together, some playing cards, others playing games.

At that moment, An Yiqing’s ears suddenly twitched. Immediately, Zhang Yufeng put down the lychee in his hand, and the Thirteen Blood Generals and the Feng Family Five Brothers quickly stood up.

The group exchanged glances—someone’s here!

Their demeanor changed drastically in an instant. An Zhifeng made a gesture, and the others immediately dispersed, hiding in various corners of the villa. Meanwhile, An Zhifeng and An Zhiyun stepped out of the villa, ambushing at the gate.

Zhang Yufeng stood next to An Yiqing, slowly drawing out the Tri-edge Military Spike from his waist, his gaze fierce and sharp.

The atmosphere instantly grew tense. An Yiqing still sat on the sofa, her crystal-clear eyes peering outside the villa.

Through the layers of obstructions, the Clairvoyant Eye gazed into the distance—on the scarcely populated road, two black business vans were swiftly approaching. In the blink of an eye, they reached the front of the villa.

The vehicles stopped five hundred meters away from the villa. The doors opened, and eleven people descended consecutively from the two vans.

Among them, the leading man wore a black retro outfit, with an ordinary appearance, seeming thirty-four or thirty-five, with an elegant demeanor. Behind him was a burly, buzz-cut man in a blue tracksuit, his sleeves rolled up high, looking fierce, as if ready to chop someone. The others had distinct temperaments, all carrying an aura of menace, clearly not to be trifled with.