Chapter 316

When they arrived at Jomo Kenyatta International Airport in Nairobi, the time was 2 p. m.

"Bang!"

Scarlett slammed the car door shut as she stepped out, then walked straight toward the terminal without even turning to say goodbye to Qin Yun.

Qin Yun didn't care—paying fifty thousand dollars for a ride was no small thing; getting a door slammed was nothing.

He got out and hugged Emily: "Have a safe trip, take care."

Emily let out a bitter laugh; if she'd known it would be this bad, she never would've come to Kenya with Scarlett.

"Thank you, Qin. Scarlett's still young—don't take it personally."

Qin Yun's eyes flickered slightly as he smiled faintly: "Of course I don't take it personally."

Marcus and Kevin nodded to Qin Yun and immediately hurried after her.

Seeing this, Qin Yun said: "Go ahead. Goodbye."

"Aren't you leaving too?"

Qin Yun tapped the roof of the Corolla: "I still have to return the car."

Emily hugged Qin Yun again and suddenly kissed his cheek—unannounced: "I'm off now. Next time you come to America, find me—I'll treat you right."

When she said "treat," Emily's expression clearly changed.

Qin Yun couldn't help but laugh and sigh: "Alright, then I'll look forward to it."

Once Emily had sprinted into the terminal, Qin Yun drove toward the embassy; over half an hour later, his car pulled into the embassy grounds.

There, in the office, he met Guo Feiyan.

Guo Feiyan lavished praise on him and recounted the police's findings.

"That man named Oku only admitted to supplying weapons—he claimed ignorance about everything else. With the Mellon family's influence, it's just a matter of paying off the right people. As for Ruto—he's Kenya's president—he wants to bury this whole thing. After all, neither the rabbit nor the eagle can he afford to offend."

Qin Yun wasn't surprised by this outcome.

"As for Farah and the others, they'll rot in prison—no chance of parole. The ransom money paid for the hostages has been recovered too. Besides the trauma, the Kenyan government has offered each victim fifty thousand RMB in psychological compensation."

"This whole thing was thanks to you—if not for you, who knows when it would've been resolved? Kenya's police force is just not reliable."

"We're all compatriots—it's what I should've done." Then Qin Yun mentioned what happened on the highway: "I got fifty thousand dollars—pretty good haul."

Guo Feiyan laughed and shook her head: "Didn't know you had such a mischievous streak."

She shook her head again, ignoring his gains, and asked: "When are you leaving? I'll book your ticket."

Qin Yun checked the time: "What time's the next flight to Beijing?"

Guo Feiyan checked her phone: "There's one at 3 p. m., but it stops over in Abu Dhabi—you'll land at Beijing Daxing around 11 a. m. tomorrow."

"Then that one."

"Alright, I'll have someone book it." Guo Feiyan said, then added mysteriously: "When you get back, there's a surprise waiting for you—prepare yourself."

"What surprise?"

Guo Feiyan shook her head: "Can't say, can't say—you'll find out tomorrow."

Qin Yun was speechless—sister, if you can't tell me, why even mention it?

After the ticket was booked, Guo Feiyan personally drove Qin Yun to Jomo Kenyatta International Airport.

…

August 26, 10:50 a. m. —a plane landed smoothly at Beijing Daxing International Airport.

Qin Yun, wearing a cap and sunglasses, walked with the crowd out of the terminal, then immediately spotted a plain Hongqi sedan, beside which waited a reserved-looking young man.

"Hello, I'm Qin Yun."

The man reached out and took Qin Yun's luggage.

"Mr. Qin, hello, hello—I've heard so much about you. First time meeting you—I'm Han Guodong, call me Xiao Han. I'm here to pick you up."

Qin Yun nodded: "I was told. Thanks for waiting."

They got in the car; as it started moving, Han Guodong began talking.

"Mr. Qin, your livestream from the Serengeti was incredible—especially those two fights with the hyenas. Made my blood boil."

"Haha, aren't you a government official? How'd you find time to watch livestreams?"

Han Guodong waved his hand: "Can't watch all the time, but I caught both your hyena fights. Your skills—even in the Bureau—are top-tier."

"Too kind," Qin Yun demurred. "I'm just playing around—I wouldn't dare compare myself to you guys."

"I talked to them," Han Guodong said. "They admit none of them could beat you one-on-one. These guys rarely admit defeat."

Qin Yun smiled but said nothing. Further humility would've felt fake—even to himself.

The car soon entered the city, avoided traffic, and shortly after pulled into a courtyard hidden deep within the bustling district, surrounded by tall trees and high walls.

As the car stopped, two people at the gate immediately approached.

They got out; Han Guodong gestured for Qin Yun to stay seated: "This place isn't open to the public—it's a private dining venue."

After inspection, they were cleared; the car restarted and slowly drove inside.

The environment here was refined and utterly silent—ancient trees towered over the courtyard, the ground spotless, not a whisper of outside noise.

"I've been in Beijing so long and never knew such a place existed," Qin Yun remarked.

The car stopped. They got out. Qin Yun followed Han Guodong into the courtyard, passed through a covered walkway, and soon entered a modest, tidy small dining room.

The room's furnishings were minimal: solid wood tables and chairs, clean walls, only a soft warm light glowing gently. On the table sat some fruit and pastries.

"Mr. Qin, please wait here. Have some fruit and pastries to tide you over—people will be here soon."

Qin Yun nodded slightly: "Alright, I understand."

Han Guodong turned and left. Qin Yun was alone. He didn't hesitate—grabbed the fruit and pastries and started eating. After twenty days abroad, finally eating home food—he'd missed it so much.

He kept eating, never stopping, until footsteps sounded outside the door.

Then the door opened, and an elderly man walked in slowly.

Qin Yun quickly swallowed what was in his mouth, wiped his lips, and stood at attention.

"Good morning, Elder Li!"

The old man's face broke into a smile: "Hahaha, good, good, you've worked hard, Xiao Qin—you haven't let me down."

Qin Yun also smiled: "I've fulfilled my duty, though some luck was involved."

The old man reached out and patted Qin Yun's shoulder: "But you're just a civilian—this task was beyond your scope. For the fifty thousand dollars you lost in this incident, we'll compensate you."

Qin Yun immediately refused: "Elder Li, no need—I already got it from the Mellon family."

He then recounted in full detail how he had extorted money from Scarlett.

The old man burst out laughing: "You, you—though this isn't the same thing, the compensation still stands; just take it."

Qin Yun still refused: "If you really want to give it, donate it on my behalf."

Seeing Qin Yun's expression was genuine, the old man did not press further.

"Alright, someone will arrange it. Come, sit down—you haven't eaten lunch yet, you must be hungry."

Not long after they sat, the food arrived.

The food here was light, elegant, homely, and full of everyday warmth.

Yet the ingredients were clearly extraordinary: the rice grains plump and tender, steaming gently, sweet and lingering on the tongue—hard to find anywhere else. The stir-fried seasonal greens were crisp and refreshing, the heat perfectly controlled, preserving the ingredients' natural freshness—Qin Yun himself could barely match this level.

Qin Yun ate a lot—five full bowls of rice—while the leader ate little, stopping after just one bowl.

Full and satisfied, Qin Yun felt deeply content.

"Forgive my manners—I haven't eaten rice in over twenty days abroad."

"Hahaha, no problem—foreign food can't compare to home."

The old man didn't bring up official matters; he simply chatted casually about Qin Yun's livestreaming experiences, clearly aware of all the difficulties Qin Yun had faced during those days.

When the time was right, the old man stood: "Come, I've prepared your reward for this mission—I hope you'll like it."

Qin Yun knew the surprise Guo Feiyan had mentioned was finally coming.