Before boarding the commercial flight back to Jiangzhou, Wang Zhuo called Qin Jingzhong to thank him for his timely assistance.

Arranging a military helicopter transfer was a significant favor to owe. Unexpectedly, Qin Jingzhong didn't seem to care much. In his view, it was just having an old colleague's subordinate run an errand; it wasn't a grand event. "Training jets still need to conduct actual flights for instruction; where they fly doesn't matter." This demonstrated just how solid Yuan Xun's backing was—something money and power couldn't easily procure. What might be a huge deal in others' eyes was merely a trivial matter to him. By the time Wang Zhuo and his entourage boarded the plane—they were nearly landing in Jiangzhou—Qian Qingfeng and the "Qian Umbrella" operatives had just tracked their destination. Faced with this situation, they were left trailing far behind. The feasibility of chasing them to Beijing to catch the reporter and manage the situation existed, but attempting to capture Wang Zhuo within Jiangzhou territory was preposterous!

If Wang Zhuo had been just an ordinarily wealthy man, or lacked powerful backing, Qian Qingfeng and his group might have risked making a move against him. But Wang Zhuo's backing was the Qin faction of Jiangzhou, a name recognized throughout the national political sphere. Even if Qian Qingfeng entertained crooked ideas, he would have to seriously consider the consequences of total annihilation.

"This time, it's a complete disaster!" Li Donglei paced in fury, thoroughly berating the 'Gunner' operatives for their failure. But no amount of scolding could undo the facts. "I really don't know what use you are!" Qian Qingfeng angrily slammed his teacup onto the table. "Who knew they'd have a plane waiting for them," Li Donglei grumbled, feeling equally wronged. "If I had known, we should have intercepted them right as they left the county seat; at least we could have snatched the materials back!" "Snatch what?" Qian Qingfeng cursed. "They were gathering evidence in the county seat—how were you going to stop that?" You're the one telling me to manage it, but you were the one who told me not to back then, Li Donglei thought, biting back the retort. Instead, he asked, "Right, weren't there four of them on the plane? Was there a driver left behind in Nanning? Maybe we could grab him and negotiate with that man named Wang?" "Is your brain full of excrement?" Qian Qingfeng glared at him as if looking at an imbecile. "That's just a local tour guide and driver, completely unrelated to them! Do you think grabbing a driver will get you negotiations with them?" "I'm just grasping at straws in desperation," Li Donglei admitted, awkwardly scratching his head. "I truly don't know how you managed to become the Chief of Public Security!" Qian Qingfeng snorted, thinking, As expected, a fool is not worth consulting! Li Donglei cursed silently in return: I only got this position by being good at cleaning up the mess for my superiors! Who knew that as soon as you, Qian Qingfeng, took charge, you'd drop the ball—even attracting the attention of helicopters and submachine guns! What was I supposed to do?

Jiangzhou welcomed Wang Zhuo and his group with a brilliant sunset, though Wang Zhuo himself didn't enjoy the clear, cloudless sky because he had fallen into a deep sleep soon after the plane took off. He slept heavier than a pig the entire journey. Because they had to leave in a hurry, they only managed to catch a cheap economy flight, and he couldn't even find a comfortable position, sleeping soundly right in his seat. Fu Xinran specially asked a flight attendant for a blanket to cover him, and Siyuan took out a large handkerchief to shield his face from the sun. The two cared for Wang Zhuo attentively, one on each side, until the plane landed. "It seems County Magistrate Qian's influence isn't all that great," Wang Zhuo murmured, still half-asleep as surrounding passengers began to disembark. "I thought the SWAT team would be waiting to arrest us at the airport." Siyuan playfully mimicked Wang Zhuo's tone, "Call him a bandit, why don't you." "Should we wake him up?" Fu Xinran suggested. "You try," Siyuan said with a grin. "I bet you can't wake him." Lu Weimin also shrugged, leaving the daunting task to Fu Xinran herself. Indeed, just as they predicted, Wang Zhuo's breathing was even, his expression serene—he just looked deeply asleep. But no matter how Fu Xinran called out, he wouldn't stir, showing absolutely no reaction. "What's wrong with him?" Fu Xinran finally noticed something was amiss, asking Siyuan with surprise and tension. "This is the third time. Nobody knows why. Whenever he gets overly exhausted, he becomes like this. He just needs about ten hours of sleep to return to normal," Siyuan replied with a wry smile. "But during those ten hours, we could carry him off and sell him, and he wouldn't even know." Fu Xinran finally understood, looking at the soundly sleeping Wang Zhuo again. Is this what they mean by extraordinary people having extraordinary traits? But then again, she realized, she never noticed before that the boss was actually quite handsome...

Lu Weimin carried Wang Zhuo off the plane. The crew should have conducted routine inquiries, but ground staff had already been tipped off and knew Wang Zhuo's party was using privileged channels, so they smoothly expedited everything. While others walked directly from the jet bridge into the terminal and exited through the main hall, the pilot specially lowered the steps for Wang Zhuo’s group before they disembarked. They walked directly onto the tarmac and boarded cars already waiting there. Ganshuang, Qi Fei, and Guan Yingying had specifically come to the airport to meet Wang Zhuo, but amidst their concern, there was a peculiar look on all three of their faces. After Lu Weimin drove away with Wang Zhuo, Ganshuang, and Fu Xinran in the Audi BO, Siyuan quietly asked Guan Yingying, "Sister Yingying, why do you all look like that? What happened?" "Don't even ask," Guan Yingying shook her head bitterly. "We shouldn't tell you this, but even if we don't, you'll know immediately." Siyuan's curiosity was thoroughly piqued. Just as she was about to ask more, Guan Yingying opened her handbag, operated a handheld computer a few times, and handed it over for Siyuan to see. The screen of the handheld computer wasn't large, only five inches, but the clarity was quite impressive. It displayed a photograph, and Siyuan let out an astonished "Yi!" the moment she saw it. "Is that... my car?" The image was clearly a photograph taken by a surveillance camera on a roadway, encompassing two lanes. Her small white Suzuki Wagon R was on the left side of the frame, while in the center was a black Porsche sports car. The license plate and the driver’s appearance were captured very clearly. In the upper left corner of the image were the date, time, device number, location, and direction of capture, along with three indicators: Speed Limit, Actual Speed, and Speeding. Siyuan had paid a traffic violation ticket before, so she recognized it instantly as a speed violation photo caught by an electronic eye. The Porsche looked cool and flashy, the driver looked handsome, and the plate looked arrogant. Hitting 120 km/h on a 60 km/h limit road was wild, but those weren't the main points. The crucial detail was that while the electronic eye was automatically capturing the speeding Porsche, it had also photographed her little Suzuki. Although the face of the man driving was not perfectly clear, Siyuan recognized him immediately—it was definitely Wang Zhuo.

So, Problem One arose: Where did this photo come from? And Problem Two: Who was that long-haired woman bent over Wang Zhuo?! Siyuan was stunned for a moment, then burst into a wide grin, laughing for a long time before finally asking, "Where did you get this picture?" "The internet," Qi Fei answered curtly from the side. "You're still in the mood to laugh? Your car has been doxxed!" "Heavens!" Siyuan was startled, quickly asking again, "So, does this mean I'm about to become the next target in a photo scandal?!" Guan Yingying let out a soft laugh and nodded. "Something like that." "Let me look again," Siyuan took the handheld computer and examined it closely, shaking her head. "Who is this woman? I don't think I've seen her before. It's not Sister Qi Fei... nor Sister Yingying..." "What nonsense are you talking?!" Qi Fei poked her quickly. "Don't make jokes like that." Guan Yingying smiled without speaking. There were many things they tacitly understood, just as Siyuan certainly knew about her secret history with Wang Zhuo; Guan Yingying could equally guess that Wang Zhuo likely had some ambiguous relationship with this young girl, Siyuan. It was Qi Fei who was more reserved, insisting on maintaining that unspoken barrier. As soon as Siyuan started analyzing, she blushed! "I was just analyzing casually," Siyuan said with a playful smile, unbothered, and continued, "Anyway, this woman's face isn't clear. All the women Director Wang knows are suspects—I'll use the process of elimination." "Don't rush into elimination yet," Qi Fei said crossly. "Doesn't the photo have a date and time? Look at that, then think about when he last used your car and where he went. Isn't that more effective than elimination?" "That's true. Why didn't I think of that?" Siyuan immediately shifted her line of thought. After pondering for a moment, she snapped her fingers with a sharp pa sound. "I remember now! The day before this date, he used my car to pick up An Qi and An Qi from the station!" Guan Yingying's eyes lit up, and she immediately pressed, "The two sisters who play billiards?" "Yes, they even went to the Wangchao Wuliang auction site!" Siyuan laughed. "I had dinner with Sister Ganshuang and them once. You are all from the same region." "I saw them once," Qi Fei suddenly shook her head. "Neither of them has long hair, and their body types aren't like that." "You're looking quite closely," Guan Yingying teased her with a grin, taking the handheld computer from Siyuan and re-examining the mysterious woman's figure. "Do you think someone might recognize Wang Zhuo from this photo?" Qi Fei was most concerned about this issue. While she cared about the woman involved, Wang Zhuo was a man with a history, and something like this was within her expectations. "Probably not," Siyuan chuckled. "The camera's focus was on the Porsche. Director Wang's face is actually quite blurry; only those of us who know him very well could recognize him instantly." "I think so too..." Qi Fei nodded with a wry smile. "This guy," Guan Yingying laughed and scolded good-naturedly, "He can't forget to enjoy himself even while driving! If he got into a car accident, wouldn't they have to piece his parts back together?" In the photo, Wang Zhuo had one hand on the steering wheel and the other casually draped over the woman's head. Although his expression at that moment was unclear, the three women could imagine with their own minds how utterly content the scoundrel must have been. What made them feel particularly awkward was that they had all done the exact same thing shown in the photo themselves! Realizing that any one of them could potentially be the female protagonist in a similar picture, the three women had different thoughts, but one idea was shared by all: Wang Zhuo's life was truly vibrant and colorful. Now it seemed he probably had countless other women outside, too!