Chapter 304: Phone

On the grassland, beneath a baobab tree.

A human darted and dodged, fists swinging with thunderous force, movements swift as lightning, strikes powerful and fierce.

Qin Yun adapted to the surging power, filled with joy.

Compared to painting skills or songwriting, this reward was vastly more useful. His human peak lasted exceptionally long—he’d likely still be terrifyingly strong even at sixty.

Moreover, he didn’t know if future system rewards might be even more extraordinary—perhaps one day he’d truly achieve humanity’s next evolution.

“Insane, insane, haha.”

As his fists and feet landed, Qin Yun ended his practice and stood still.

From the outside, his appearance showed little change, but his muscle volume had indeed shrunk significantly—Su Huan would surely notice.

Yet though they appeared smaller, every inch of muscle had been compressed into ultra-dense steel, surpassing his former limits in explosive power, instant acceleration, grappling force, and bodily reaction speed.

If this still fell within human limits, then he had already reached the true pinnacle of humanity.

At one meter eighty-five, the power he could unleash was unimaginably terrifying. Forget peak Tyson or Holyfield—he believed he could even stand a chance against any Chinese athlete.

Of course, the former was real, the latter a joke.

But this also revealed just how immense Qin Yun’s enhancement was—he now dared challenge Ah Zu, even though Ah Zu had already been killed.

He was, after all, an undergraduate at North China Institute of Science and Technology—he understood basic physics.

With his current strength, the implications were clear: first, his bone density and strength far exceeded human limits, or he couldn’t have withstood the recoil. Second, his joints and ligaments had to be terrifyingly strong, or they’d dislocate or tear the moment he exerted force.

Put simply, he now possessed combat power capable of overwhelming the entire world—speed, strength, and everything else had already transcended the “Three Realms.”

After finishing the natural drink in his canteen, Qin Yun drank another bottle, then began organizing his belongings.

Besides the canteen and dagger, he carried nothing related to wild animals—only two containers filled with wild honey. All other scattered items were now unnecessary and were left scattered on the ground.

He hung the two jars of wild honey around his neck, slung the canteen at his waist, and set off.

This area, the northern triangle of Maasai Mara, was already within human activity zones, with a small airport nearby. These small airports operated like buses—the nearest one to him was Musiara Airstrip (MDR), an official Jianyi airport where you just waited for a plane, with no security checks.

Following the direction of MDR, Qin Yun walked for another half day, and just before six p.m., he finally spotted the MDR sign.

Ahead, a crude thatched hut appeared in view—that was the terminal. Beside it stood a small dark green metal shed; no one was inside.

Qin Yun appeared and knocked on the metal shed’s door. Inside, a heavily accented English voice asked: “Who is it?”

“A tourist!”

The door creaked open, revealing a Black man in his forties or fifties. He sized up Qin Yun and said: “The last flight leaves in half an hour to Nairobi—260 dollars.”

Qin Yun had prepared—he pulled three hundred dollars from a sewn inner pocket and handed it over: “Keep the change.”

The man’s eyes lit up, his warmth instantly increasing. He took the dollars and kissed them hard.

“My dear friend, thank you for your generous gift.”

Qin Yun smiled. He’d carried two thousand dollars in cash for precisely this reason—after arriving in Nairobi, he’d only need to reach Jomo Kenyatta International Airport to collect everything Su Huan had prepared for him: his phone, passport—all already arranged.

Harold was ticket agent, airport security, and manager—all in one. His monthly income was under two thousand dollars. That was considered high pay—only possible here because this place was barren, with zero entertainment.

They chatted casually. Half an hour later, a propeller-driven plane landed far down the runway.

“Qin, goodbye, have a safe trip.”

“Harold, you too.”

After bidding Harold farewell, Qin Yun boarded the plane, greeted the pilot, and found a random seat.

The process was no different from catching a bus—in fact, even more casual.

After a short wait, the plane taxied and took off.

Nearly two hundred kilometers later, after more than an hour in the air, they landed at Wilson Airport.

Exiting the airport, Qin Yun hailed a taxi waiting outside and headed straight for Jomo Kenyatta International Airport. Half an hour later, he successfully retrieved his belongings from the storage counter.

He changed clothes, put on a hat and sunglasses, then sent a WeChat message to his mother to reassure her, followed by a call to Su Huan.

The moment he dialed, the call was answered instantly.

“You’ve arrived at Jomo Kenyatta International Airport?”

“Yeah, just got here. That’s why I’m calling. It’s one a.m. back home—go sleep. We can talk tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Su Huan had waited all afternoon for this call. Hearing Qin Yun’s voice, she finally exhaled in relief. “Husband, I miss you.”

Qin Yun’s heart softened, sweetly: “I miss you too.”

……

The next morning, Qin Yun had planned to buy a ticket home directly, but somehow he called the Chinese Embassy in Kenya.

“There’s still no news, but families in China have already contacted us. We’re currently investigating.”

Hearing this official reply, Qin Yun’s expression subtly changed.

So something really had happened? He hadn’t asked for specifics—location or details—only whether Kenya had recently experienced any serious incidents, and whether any Chinese families had contacted the embassy.

Unexpectedly, the embassy’s answer strongly confirmed that comment.

His expression shifted. He asked: “Was the incident at the Bour-Algi Giraffe Sanctuary in Garissa?”

On the other end, the breathing paused. The tone turned instantly grave.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Qin Yun.”

Half an hour later, Qin Yun stood inside the embassy, meeting the ambassador—Guo Feiyan, a woman in her early fifties.

“Comrade Qin Yun, hello. I’m Guo Feiyan.”

“Ambassador Guo, hello. Just call me Xiao Qin.”

They exchanged a brief handshake.

“Xiao Qin, can you explain how you knew the location of the hostage incident?”

Qin Yun nodded: “It was a comment. Yesterday during my livestream, a comment suddenly appeared on TikTok: ‘Help, Garissa, Bour-Algi, help.’ After ending the stream, I looked up that location.”

He smiled helplessly: “I was planning to fly straight back to Beijing today, but I felt uneasy, so I came to check. I didn’t expect it to be true.”

Guo Feiyan pursed her lips, her expression serious. She’d heard Qin Yun’s name—not from the public, but elsewhere.

After a pause, she said: “Xiao Qin, you’re right. Kenya recently suffered a serious hostage incident. Armed bandits, collaborating with a tour guide, seized a group of twelve Chinese tourists. The Kenyan authorities have released no information yet. But all the tourists’ families have called, demanding ransoms—starting at two hundred thousand U.S. dollars, up to one million for one family, totaling three million.”

Qin Yun frowned, asking a naive question: “Can’t China send people?”

Guo Feiyan didn’t mind. She shook her head: “Crimes occurring locally require the host government to formally request assistance. Otherwise, we can’t intervene.”

Qin Yun tapped his finger on the desk, about to speak—when the phone on the desk rang.

Guo Feiyan picked it up. Her expression visibly turned reverent.

“Yes, he’s right here. Yes, I’ll have him take the call.”

She turned to Qin Yun: “Comrade Qin Yun, the leader wishes to speak with you.”

“The leader?”

Qin Yun froze—until a familiar voice came through the receiver, and he suddenly understood.

“Comrade Qin Yun, congratulations on successfully completing your livestream.”

Qin Yun was stunned: “Thank you, Leader, for your concern.”

Their last meeting had been at the award ceremony in Beijing—never imagined they’d speak again so soon.

After brief pleasantries, the leader cut to the point: “Xiao Qin, regardless of whether the ransom can be paid, the environment there makes it certain they won’t release the hostages. More likely, they’ll keep squeezing them until there’s nothing left to extract—then they’ll kill them.”

“Kenyan police are handling the case, but their efficiency is predictable. So I have a request.”

Qin Yun’s heart stirred—he already guessed the other side’s intention.

He quickly said: “Leader, where righteousness lies, I will spare no effort.”

“Hahaha, I haven’t even said anything yet.” The voice laughed warmly, then turned serious: “We’re urgently negotiating with Kenya. If this drags on, the hostages’ lives won’t be safe. Since you’re already there, try to investigate—but your own safety comes first. You’re not a professional.”

Qin Yun nodded: “I understand.”

“Remember—only investigate!”