Once Zhang Shengnan, disguised in another appearance, returned to the Jiangdong Capital Residential Area to retrieve the high-frequency jammer placed by Gong Jun, this male-female duo finally completed the entire wall-penetrating procedure, erasing every trace of their entry.

This way, when the Luo family discovered the theft, they wouldn't even know when it happened; even if they invited the great detective Sherlock Holmes and the famous detective Conan Edogawa, both would be utterly helpless.

Back at their temporary hideout, Cheng Tiankun, Huang Hongbo, Gong Jun, and Zhang Shengnan tallied the spoils seized from this operation.

Three million RMB, one million Hong Kong dollars, two hundred and seventy thousand US dollars, three million Euros, twelve kilograms of gold bars, eight luxury watches, a string of diamond rings, and seven pieces of jade jewelry.

Among the watches, even the least expensive was a Rolex; the knowledgeable Gong Jun informed them that one Patek Philippe alone was worth over half a million RMB. The diamond rings still bore tiny paper tags, the cheapest of which was still a good carat weight.

Zhang Shengnan remarked, "These must be smuggled rings; the appraisal certificates and packaging will need to be sourced domestically."

"The jade is quite mediocre," Cheng Tiankun interjected, seizing an opportunity to show off his insight. "I reckon the best pendant here is worth maybe two hundred thousand at most."

Gong Jun nodded, "This must be a corrupt official's private stash. Perhaps this person has no discerning taste for jade, which is why he wasn't gifted many pieces."

"So, how much is all this stuff worth in total?" Huang Hongbo was already dazzled by the wealth before him.

"The truly priceless items are right here," Cheng Tiankun pointed toward the manila envelope and whispered, "What they asked for isn't money; it's this."

All four pairs of eyes shifted to the paper bag, and without a word, they nodded in unison. While the haul was massive, how could mere money tempt Wang Zhuo? Clearly, what he desired was this packet hidden in the safe's secret compartment.

"Get ready, everyone," Cheng Tiankun suddenly announced with cheerful glee, dropping a piece of news. "Higher-ups say it’s time for us to take a vacation abroad. The relevant paperwork has already been prepared for us—an absolutely incredible forty-five-day tour of Africa!"

However, to the surprise of the four, after Wang Zhuo appeared, he actually opened that manila envelope right in front of them.

Inside were a notebook and six identity cards, along with six corresponding passports and Hong Kong/Macau travel permits—all the necessary documentation for leaving the country.

"Come take a look, see what trickery is inside here."

Wang Zhuo smiled faintly and laid the ID cards out on the table for the four to inspect.

"Whoa? They look alike in pairs!" Huang Hongbo was the first to notice the anomaly.

Cheng Tiankun nodded repeatedly, "You’re right! These two younger ones look very similar... and the two women do too."

"I understand now," Gong Jun mused thoughtfully. "This is an escape plan for a family of three; each person has two false identities."

"You guessed correctly. These identities are probably genuine," Wang Zhuo replied with a slight smile. "Tiankun, check whether these six IDs are real or fake."

A moment later, Cheng Tiankun retrieved the relevant information online. Every single one of the six ID cards was genuine. This meant they had been "shadowed"—the Luo family had duplicated their documents. If anything went wrong, they planned to use the identities of these six unsuspecting individuals for a swift escape. These six people were the disguises they had carefully selected!

Excitement flashed in Huang Hongbo’s eyes: "A corrupt official's family for sure!"

Cheng Tiankun snapped his fingers with satisfaction, "Fantastic! I really want to see how they’ll cry when they realize their stuff is gone!"

That night, Gong Jun and Zhang Shengnan couldn't sleep, lying in bed thinking about the events of the past few days.

"Hubby, why do you think Wang Zhuo let us see what was in that bag?"

"He deliberately gave us a hint so we’d know that what he’s doing isn't for personal gain. We’re helping him clean out corrupt officials."

"Officials like that deserve to be robbed! So what do you think he’ll do next?"

"I don't know. I'm just trying to guess who the family we just cleaned out belongs to."

"I'm curious too. Hiding seventy or eighty million worth of goods at home—that can’t be a minor official."

"Heh, how could someone targeted by Wang Zhuo like this be a small fry?"

"If he asks us to do this kind of job again, would we do it?"

"Of course, we would. I swore since I was little I’d be a chivalrous master thief. After ten years as a master thief, I’m finally starting to get the 'chivalrous' part down."

There were too many corrupt officials in the world; reality had worn down the grand ambition Gong Jun held in his youth, turning his goal of being a master thief into the pursuit of a wealthy life. But Wang Zhuo's appearance had rerouted his life's trajectory, pushing him back onto the path of his original intent, half-reluctantly, half-willingly.

After the four of them set off on their spiritual journey to the African continent, a video suddenly appeared online. The publisher, calling herself "Old Lady Scavenger," displayed her recent massive haul: huge amounts of cash, jewelry, luxury watches, and gold bars that "blinded the dog eyes" of countless netizens, causing the video's popularity to skyrocket.

"Old Lady Scavenger" was obviously a spoof identity, as the "old lady" didn't show a single finger or even a strand of hair in the video. Furthermore, she used a common free reading software online, reciting her narration in a synthesized voice. At the video's end, the old lady displayed the six ID cards, stating that these, combined with the great haul, should belong to the owners of the valuables, and hoped they would come forward to claim their lost property.

These six individuals were immediately subjected to "human flesh search" (doxxing), but the first to dig them up were just netizens prone to stirring up trouble. Those with truly sharp eyes spotted a crucial detail: the six ID cards belonged to two middle-aged men, two middle-aged women, and two young people. Each pair looked remarkably similar, and their ages differed by no more than five years. However, their registered household locations were scattered across five provinces and six cities, encompassing both urban and rural areas. The appearance of these IDs alongside a large sum of wealth from unknown origins was inherently suspicious.

Even three fools together can equal a Zhuge Liang, let alone hundreds of millions of netizens online? Soon, the video spread widely, and the civilian Sherlocks began posting their analyses. Once netizens confirmed that all six ID cards were genuine, a broad consensus was quickly reached: someone had copied the identification information of these six unwitting people, using them as escape disguises!

On the third day after this three-minute short video appeared, someone contacted the owner of one of the ID cards. This young university student happened to be an avid netizen himself. He quickly recorded a video and uploaded it, personally certifying that he had nothing to do with the "Old Lady's Big Haul" and even displayed his own ID card, declaring that it never left his side and was not lost.

At this point, another crucial piece of information suddenly emerged. He had recognized a collected gold bar in the Old Lady's video that was from the same source as one he collected. After carefully examining the original video, he managed to capture the serial numbers of two of the gold bars. Within half a day, netizens used various channels to trace these serial numbers, obtaining the client records from the gold bar manufacturer. The identities of the corporation and the individual who purchased those two bars were then revealed!

"You’ve certainly mastered this set of moves," Guan Yingying teased Wang Zhuo, basking in the hot spring at Taoyuan Village.

Wang Zhuo replied smugly, "Don't you think that the people who have been fooled and oppressed by corrupt officials are the ones who should be judging them?"

Qi Fei offered a slight smile, "A mind full of twisted logic."

Gan Shuang reminded him gently, "Be sure to manage the public opinion carefully. Don't get burned over this small matter; it won't be worth it."

Wang Zhuo made a 'PK' hand gesture toward her in acknowledgment. Taoyuan Village was a wonderful place, warm in winter and cool in summer. Following years of economic growth and development, it had gradually opened its arms. Villagers traveled out, and outsiders came in; life was much more vibrant than before.

Thanks to the Taoyuan Copper Mine as an economic catalyst, after the roads were built, Meng Mingliang firmly rejected the county's suggestion to develop the village's mixed-gender open-air hot spring as a tourist attraction. Instead, he designated it as private land, closed to outsiders, exclusively for villagers' use. However, this rule was applied flexibly; if important figures from the county visited, courtesy demanded they be accommodated. But Meng Mingliang was shrewd. For instance, if the County Head or Director visited, he would broadcast a notice via the loudspeaker, announcing an inspection visit by leadership and reminding villagers to behave civilly. Then, everyone tacitly understood the drill. When the leaders brought their guests to the spring, they would only see groups of old men and young lads soaking naked, telling dirty jokes and smoking dry tobacco.

Over time, the leaders realized Meng Mingliang was slippery. The guests, finding nothing interesting, stopped coming to the village hoping to see the curious spectacle of men and women bathing together. Occasionally, one or two bold city women would sneak into the hot spring, but unfortunately, there were far more women than men in Taoyuan Village. Every handsome man was already keeping a devoted wife at home and a mistress on the side; they truly had no time for casual encounters with outsiders.

Among the established customs of Taoyuan Village, Wang Zhuo was the exception to every rule. The current residents of Taoyuan had achieved full modernization; some affluent families even owned small cars—all brought about and secured by Wang Zhuo. The people of Taoyuan were simple and earnest, understanding gratitude. Having nothing else to offer Wang Zhuo, they guaranteed three things: plenty of peach wine to drink and take away, the best house in the village reserved for Wang Zhuo and his entourage, and full access to the hot spring. Wang Zhuo and his group were no longer the newcomers they were when they first arrived; now, bodyguards surrounded them wherever they went. Even before they entered the hot spring, the bodyguards would conduct a thorough security sweep of the terrain to confirm safety before they entered the pool.

This guaranteed their security and privacy, allowing them to converse freely without fear of eavesdroppers.