Chapter 314: Confession

Qin Yun's Corolla followed the navigation and soon turned onto National Highway A3.

The two Chevrolets carrying Scarlett Mellon had already turned in ahead and accelerated; Qin Yun soon lost sight of them.

Judging by the direction they were heading, they were almost certainly headed to the same place—after all, Jomo Kenyatta International Airport was the best option for leaving Kenya.

Once on the highway, Oku exhaled slightly, then his phone beside him suddenly rang.

He glanced at the caller ID and quickly answered.

"Boss!"

He'd barely spoken one word when a hand suddenly reached from behind and snatched his phone away.

"Oku, bring Scarlett back as soon as possible. Don't go looking for the Transit of Heaven anymore."

A serious voice came through the phone.

"Dad, it's me."

Scarlett's voice rang out; the other end fell silent for a breath, then softened considerably.

"Scar, are you having fun in Kenya?"

"Dad, I don't want to go back so soon—I haven't even seen the savanna yet," Scarlett complained. "I've only been here three or four days."

"Listen, Kenya's political situation is unstable lately—armed clashes are inevitable. I'm afraid something might happen. Wait until it's safe, then I'll send bodyguards to take you anywhere you want in the Serengeti."

"Pfft, Qin traveled the entire Serengeti by himself—what's so impressive about that? Dad, I don't want to go back to America yet. I want to visit China—I've heard it has five thousand years of history and culture, with so many cool places like the Great Wall and the Forbidden City…"

Before Scarlett could finish, Blake Mellon's face went pale.

Fuck, I just sent you to China—aren't you walking straight into the tiger's mouth? This isn't how you commit suicide.

Hearing Scarlett's words, driver Oku's hand trembled.

"No, I'm going—I've Emily with me."

"Scarlett Mellon."

Blake's voice turned sharply stern: "I'm not asking your opinion."

Scarlett froze, then her eyes turned red: "Dad, I hate you."

Without another word, she hung up, tossed the phone aside, slumped back in her seat, and sat in sullen silence.

Oku picked up the phone; Blake's call came through again.

"Boss!"

"Oku, how did Scar get the idea of going to China?" Blake found it strange.

Oku gave a bitter smile: "Boss, it might be because of her contact with Qin."

"Qin?" Blake's voice rose sharply. "That Chinese streamer?"

"Yes. Qin was in Garissa these past few days—just happened to run into Third Miss and Emily."

"…."

Blake suddenly remembered the news from Kenya that morning, and a connection clicked.

"Call me before you board the plane."

"Understood, Boss."

After hanging up, Blake swiftly gave orders; within less than two hours, a relatively detailed dossier sat on his desk.

At the top left of the dossier was Qin Yun's photo.

Among the dense details, one line in bold English stood out: Chinese government special personnel probability: 20%.

This probability was essentially that of an ordinary civilian—meaning it was purely coincidental.

Yet even so, Blake still felt this man was unlikely to be simple. He might not be trained by that country, but perhaps he was working for them anyway. Otherwise, how could this man appear in Garissa for barely two days and coincidentally resolve the hostage incident?

After driving two hours, Qin Yun planned to stop at the next rest area for food.

But as he turned in, he immediately spotted the two Chevrolets parked beside him—clearly, Scarlett, Emily, and the others had also just stopped at this same rest area.

Qin Yun pulled over and stepped out of his car; a few figures walked out of the store across the way.

"Qin?"

Emily looked up and recognized the familiar figure, her face lighting up with delight.

Scarlett, hearing the voice, turned too—and seeing it was indeed that man, she sneered.

Qin Yun nodded at Emily, then walked straight toward the nearby store.

Oku, beside Scarlett, glanced at Qin Yun's back and said: "Third Miss, shall we get going?"

"Not yet. Let's eat first."

Soon after, Qin Yun sat at a table next to theirs, ignoring them entirely as he quietly ate.

He'd barely eaten a few bites when a figure slid over beside him.

"Qin, just give me one spot—I'll pay you five million U. S. dollars."

Looking at Scarlett beside him, Qin Yun's lip twitched. Fuck, is the Lao family really that rich? Weren't heirs only allowed to spend trust fund money? How can she casually throw out five million? This is insane.

"No."

Qin Yun flatly refused: "Also, I don't like being disturbed while eating. Go back to your own table."

Scarlett's face darkened. "Qin, five million isn't enough? How much do you want?"

Qin Yun ignored her, finished his meal quickly, stood up, and walked off without even glancing at her.

This infuriated Scarlett.

As Qin Yun turned to re-enter his car, Scarlett shouted: "If you don't give me a spot, I'll get your TikTok, YouTube, and Twitch accounts shut down!"

Qin Yun stopped in his tracks, his expression hardening. He turned to Scarlett and sneered: "No wonder the Mellon family has such broad reach. If you're so powerful, why don't you shut down my Chinese accounts too?"

Scarlett's eyes welled up. "Qin, why do you hate me so much? If it's because of that night, I can apologize."

"Young Lady Scarlett, I don't hate you, nor do I like you, and I have no intention of knowing you. If you want a spot, fine—sign up for the lottery. Everyone has equal chance."

Qin Yun finished speaking and directly opened the car door to get in.

Several bodyguards beside Oku saw this and their expressions turned displeased; they looked at Oku, as if waiting for an order.

Oku let out a bitter laugh, shook his head, and signaled them to ignore it.

He had watched Qin Yun's livestream—if no guns were involved, none of them were worthy of polishing the man's shoes.

Scarlett sat down sullenly; Emily quickly comforted her with a few words.

"Hey, Ambassador Guo, yeah, I'm in the rest area."

Guo Feiyan asked: "Farah has confessed—he's blamed everything on Scarlett Mellon's head bodyguard, Oku Vaughn. The police have already issued a warrant for Oku Vaughn."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yun raised an eyebrow: "He's right here in the THwingi rest area—if you want to arrest him, send the police here."

"They're here too?"

Guo Feiyan paused, then said: "Be careful yourself. The police have set up at the A3 highway exit—don't let them panic and lash out. Try to avoid them in timing."

Qin Yun nodded: "Alright, I understand. These people likely all have guns."

After hanging up, Qin Yun gazed through the glass at those men and couldn't help but shake his head—under these circumstances, Oku had no chance of escaping.

At this moment, Oku's phone rang.

He picked it up, listened for a few moments, and his expression instantly changed.

"Mm, I understand."

"Captain, what's wrong?"

Seeing Oku's grim face, several subordinates asked in confusion.

Oku shook his head and looked at Scarlett: "Third Miss, something's come up—I'll leave first with Jede. The rest of you take one car."

Scarlett nodded, showing no reaction.

Soon after, Oku and another bodyguard drove off first from the rest area. Once on the highway, Oku told Jede: "Kenyan police are waiting at the exit. Once I'm taken away, immediately report to the boss."

Jede had no idea what was happening—he knew Oku had been sent with special orders, but never imagined it would come to this.

His expression grave: "Understood."

"When the time comes, wait at the exit for the Miss and get her back to the U. S. as quickly as possible—don't invite more trouble."

"Don't worry."

After more than ten minutes, Qin Yun prepared to continue his journey.

But just then, a car suddenly drove into the other side of the rest area, and several slovenly dressed youths got out—each of them openly carrying an AK. Seeing this, Qin Yun was stunned.

For Chinese people, this situation was utterly incomprehensible—absurd beyond belief.

But in some chaotic regions of Africa, it was all too common. Kenya was already relatively orderly on the surface.

Seeing these men, Scarlett's two bodyguards instantly grew tense.

"Third Miss, we should leave."

One of the bodyguards hurriedly said.

Scarlett nodded and stood up. Their movement immediately drew the youths' attention; one of them spotted Scarlett and Emily at once.

Especially after clearly seeing Scarlett's appearance and figure, his eyes lit up.

"Stop!"