During that intensely satisfying bout, Wang Zhuo had used his X-ray vision to uncover a deeply buried secret within Director Zheng Mingshun’s home.

Fondling the beauty's stunning peaks with an affection that wouldn't let go, a plan began to crystallize in Wang Zhuo’s mind.

As the lingering sensations faded, Gan Shuang finally tilted her pretty face up towards Wang Zhuo, chiding him playfully, "I thought you’d turned over a new leaf today."

Wang Zhuo flashed a toothy grin, his eyes mischievous, "How could that be? Your slippery, soft little tongue has always been my favorite."

Being playfully teased by her lover was quite amusing. Gan Shuang pouted and huffed, then deftly plucked one of his thick, long, curved body hairs and flicked it away with a casual motion.

Wang Zhuo yelped in momentary pain and immediately pinched the tip of her nose as a gentle reprimand.

Gan Shuang burst into giggles. That troublesome hair now lay alone; the area around it had been thoroughly cleared, leaving it the sole escapee that had been annoyingly tickling the edge of her nostril earlier. Now, revenge was sweet.

After dropping Gan Shuang home, Wang Zhuo did not return immediately but drove instead to a residential complex built five years prior.

This complex, named Gui Ming Yuan, was composed of mid-range commercial housing, situated between two relatively quiet streets. Its property management company was an offshoot of the developer, but once all units were sold, they had quietly vanished without any other firm taking over.

This left the complex in a state of self-governance; the owners pooled funds to hire four laid-off workers to rotate cleaning duties, which served as the extent of their management.

Such a complex, lacking gate access control or security guards, naturally didn't rate highly on the safety scale, but it provided great convenience for certain individuals—Director Zheng Mingshun, for instance, had noted this advantage...

Activating his X-ray vision to maximum power, Wang Zhuo quickly locked onto a specific unit: Building Six, Unit Three, Apartment 502—this was an undisclosed property belonging to Director Zheng.

While at the Director's main residence earlier, Wang Zhuo had used his X-ray ability to meticulously search the entire place. Aside from tens of thousands in cash and several valuable items, he had discovered several bank cards and property deeds hidden in an extremely concealed spot.

Finding these items beneath the floorboards of a government official's home—the implications were obvious. Wang Zhuo had felt as exhilarated as if he had just conquered a beautiful woman, immediately withdrawing his focus to concentrate entirely on Gan Shuang, repeatedly elevating her to the clouds.

Just before leaving the house, he had taken one last look at those items, memorizing the addresses listed on the property deeds, which prompted his solo trip to Gui Ming Yuan after seeing Gan Shuang home.

With his X-ray vision now activated, Wang Zhuo noted that Apartment 502 was actually an unfurnished shell, though it was fitted with a rather high-end security door. Inside, there were no signs of regular habitation; only piles of sand, cement, and some piping materials were stacked in the living room.

The building materials were draped in thick dust, and the cement had long since hardened into rock, indicating that these supplies had been sitting there for a considerable time.

Recalling his gaze, Wang Zhuo fell into deep thought.

All those property deeds were brand new, each sealed in a waterproof bag containing keys, the owner’s ID card, and related documents.

Though legally the properties belonged to the individuals named on the papers, it was clear that reality diverged from the surface—Director Zheng and his wife must be the secret holders.

That Zheng Mingshun was corrupt, Wang Zhuo considered an established fact. The question now was why this corrupt man secretly held multiple properties. Was it purely for hedging against inflation?

Admittedly, the depreciation rate of the national currency was universally known, but Wang Zhuo found this hypothesis unconvincing. The speed at which corrupt officials accumulated wealth only rose, and he’d never heard of one lagging behind inflation by holding secret properties. While it preserved and increased value, it also created greater trouble for the official—not a wise move!

"There's definitely something fishy!"

With a cold snort, Wang Zhuo stomped the accelerator and sharply turned the steering wheel, driving toward the next property on his list!

It took him over ten minutes to reach the address listed on the next deed. This was a mixed-use commercial/residential building, constructed even earlier than Gui Ming Yuan. The property owner listed on the documents was a rural man in his sixties. Analyzing the address on the ID card—"Third Team, Tushu Gang Village, Bachazhazi Township"—it was certain the elderly man could never afford such a commercial property; perhaps he wouldn't even know he owned one his entire life.

This time, Wang Zhuo finally found a lead. In that 97-square-meter vacant unit, he discovered a hidden trick involving the flush toilet. Back in the day, Cheng Moyan had tucked a flash drive into the toilet's flotation mechanism, allowing it to drift in the dark recesses of the tank—an excellent counter-surveillance measure. Director Zheng, however, was less clever than Lecturer Cheng; he had installed a luxurious, oversized toilet but neglected to connect it to the water supply!

Inside the toilet tank, Wang Zhuo easily found signs of a hiding place. It was likely a small package, too small for documents the size of property deeds or much cash, but something that would necessitate Zheng's 'cunning rabbit's three burrows' strategy meant it couldn't be ordinary.

With a clue in hand, the task became simpler! Wang Zhuo grinned silently. In the face of the X-ray vision, all hidden things were instantly revealed. Zheng Mingshun’s meager counter-surveillance skills probably couldn't fool even criminal investigators, let alone the X-ray vision?!

Recalling the addresses on the property deeds, Wang Zhuo immediately narrowed his focus to two: one located in a remote suburb, and the other a deed registered only four months ago. Perhaps the great corrupt Director had transferred his assets there after purchasing it!

Driving directly to Director Zheng’s new residence, Wang Zhuo confirmed his suspicions; this time he made substantial progress.

It was another unfurnished shell. In the half-finished kitchen, several cardboard boxes meant for floor tiles were stacked on the floor like carelessly discarded trash. The bottom two boxes remained sealed. Instead of tiles, they contained one box of brand-new banknotes and one box of precious jewelry!

The banknotes needed no explanation—they were crisp hundred-yuan bills. Twelve bills per stack, forty stacks made 4.8 million, and with a few bundles tucked into the surrounding gaps, it totaled exactly five million in cash. The precious jewelry included gold bars, jadeites, diamonds, various soft jades, and even two emeralds and cat's eyes, which were relatively rare in the mainland.

"Vermin, vermin, eating my harvest, where can I find a peaceful land..."

Wang Zhuo lightly tapped the steering wheel, calculating his next move.

Five million in cash, plus jewelry valued at perhaps over twenty million, and these few secret properties—Zheng Mingshun’s underground assets already reached over thirty million. And there were those bank cards stored with the property deeds, whose contents were still unknown.

The entire family of three were civil servants. Even if Director Zheng’s household saved every penny of their salaries, they couldn't afford the house they currently lived in. The source of these underground assets needed no further explanation, did it?

The moment he recalled Zheng Mingshun’s condescending expression, the petty look on his driver’s face, and the scornful eyes of his wife, Wang Zhuo felt a surge of anger. Such "public servants" could not be expected to do anything for the people; it would be a huge blessing if they didn’t actively harm them!

Over thirty million was not a massive sum for Wang Zhuo currently, but for a bureau-level official in a third-tier city, it was enough to warrant execution three times over. This money was squeezed from the sweat and blood of the common people, fundamentally different from Wang Zhuo’s wealth. If it weren't for such parasites, the current societal conflicts wouldn't be so intense.

As he parked, Wang Zhuo couldn't help but glance up at the lights in Director Zheng's house, thinking with a cold smile, If you hadn't sought death by crossing my path, Zheng, I wouldn't have bothered with you. Since you deserve damnation, I will send you on your way!

Early the next morning, Siyuan was still enjoying her sleep when she was awakened by her phone ringing.

Guan Yingying, handing her the phone, smiled and said, "Answer it quickly, Instructor Wang is calling."

Siyuan immediately perked up, answered the call, and chirped cheerfully, "Boss, what are your instructions?"

This was what Fei Long often exclaimed when answering Wang Zhuo’s calls, and she mimicked it perfectly, sounding much sweeter than that fatty's lewd tone.

"I have some work arranged for you," Wang Zhuo said. "After breakfast, come to my place. Bring your laptop and your tools. Go get ready, and pass the phone to Yingying for a moment."

"Got it!" Siyuan sprang out of bed, handed the phone to Guan Yingying, and cheerfully headed toward the bathroom.

"What kind of shady business are we getting into now?" Guan Yingying asked with a light laugh.

Wang Zhuo pretended not to catch the double meaning in her words and replied solemnly, "I found a Japanese medical research institution. They are developing a new type of weight-loss drug and have made some progress. Have Siyuan hack in and see if we can retrieve some valuable data."

"Oh?" Guan Yingying paused slightly before saying, "This isn't really your style. Are you planning to plagiarize their research results?"

"Do I look like such a despicable person?" Wang Zhuo chuckled. "I just want to see their research progress. If it looks promising, I might consider a cross-border acquisition."

"Hard to believe you," Guan Yingying murmured softly, then added in a low voice, "If you dare put your hands on that little girl, watch out, I might bite it off next time!"

She only realized Meng Shengdi had just walked in carrying a toothbrush cup as she finished speaking, instantly blushing. She hurried out of the room.

In the living room, Meng Shengnan had just lifted the lid of the rice cooker, releasing a rich fragrance of rice. Siyuan, freshly washed, walked briskly past her. Meng Xinan asked curiously, "Breakfast is ready, where are you going?"

"Going to work for Instructor Wang!" Siyuan grinned at her, and seeing no one else around, playfully licked her lips in a quick swipe before happily heading out!