Chapter 208: Tiger Crouched, Dragon Coiled, Dark Currents Surge

Wang Zhenwu sat in an inconspicuous black sedan, and through the rearview mirror he could clearly see several cars following at a moderate distance behind—Lin Yu's "escort."

The atmosphere inside the car was deathly silent, even the sound of breathing seemed unusually heavy.

Everyone understood the significance of this trip: they were not going to transfer funds, but to "cooperate" with the enemy to complete the final plunder. The huge sums they had painstakingly hidden had long been locked onto by Lin Yu's spies. Now, these original owners had turned into accomplices, personally delivering the money into the enemy's pockets.

Upon arriving at the eastern suburb freight depot, Wang Zhenwu's heart sank further. The depot's exterior seemed ordinary, but the intuition honed on battlefields told him that Lin Yu's people were already hidden in the dark. Those fleeting gazes were like invisible knives, sending chills down one's spine.

Opening the deep chamber of the depot, piles of cash boxes and gold bars lay before them like mountains. The Sun family members present couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air—these were savings the Sun family had accumulated over who knows how many years, yet now they had to hand them over.

"Start moving." Feng An's voice sounded from behind, icy and beyond question.

Several enclosed trucks were already parked at the depot entrance. Wang Zhenwu's subordinates gritted their teeth and began to move those heavy boxes. Each box of gold bars weighed a thousand jin, sweat quickly soaked their backs, whether from exhaustion or fear they couldn't tell. Lin Yu's people stood to the side, hands on their gun holsters, coldly monitoring every move.

After loading was complete, the convoy slowly set off. Wang Zhenwu sat in the lead vehicle, watching the street scenery flash by outside the window, feeling like a prisoner escorting his own property. Lin Yu's "escort" vehicles clung like bone-deep maggots, tightly gripping the convoy.

At every key intersection he passed, he could notice some suspicious "traffic guides." These were clearly Lin Yu's people, ensuring the convoy moved unimpeded. Wang Zhenwu felt bitter inside—Lin Yu's influence had actually penetrated to this extent.

The convoy drove along street after street, each jolt making Wang Zhenwu's heart leap. He didn't know whether Lin Yu would set some trap midway—after all, an "accidental robbery" would be effortless for Lin Yu. But even more terrifying was that they now didn't even qualify to be robbed; they could only obediently deliver the money to the place Lin Yu designated.

Finally, the convoy reached its destination in the western city—a heavily guarded large warehouse. The warehouse's perimeter was already packed with Lin Yu's people, fully armed, as if facing a great enemy.

Under the gaze of those people, Wang Zhenwu watched his subordinates carry box after box of cash and gold bars into the warehouse's depths. Only after the last box was sealed did Feng An turn to them and say, "Commander Lin said, please wait here for a moment."

This was no request—it was clearly house arrest. Wang Zhenwu looked at the warehouse's outer wall, now completely taken over, and felt a bitter taste in his throat. They were now like caged beasts, able only to await Lin Yu's judgment.

Lu Xuan stood on the top floor of a deserted old building, his telescope motionless. Through secret channels he learned that the Sun family's asset handover was complete, and an important batch of "goods" was being transferred. But he did not pay attention to those ownership-transfer documents; instead, he chose to track this mysterious batch of "goods."

As an experienced person, he quickly deduced the convoy's possible route. From the eastern suburbs to the western city, avoiding main arteries and choosing less-traveled secondary roads—this is standard procedure for a professional cash-in-transit unit.

His deduction was soon confirmed. A few inconspicuous sedans led the way, followed by three modified enclosed trucks, then a few more sedans bringing up the rear. The convoy looked ordinary, but its militarized, tight formation could not escape Lu Xuan's notice.

"This convoy......" Lu Xuan narrowed his eyes, carefully observing every detail. In the lead sedans, the suited personnel vigilantly watched their surroundings, hands on their waists; the guards on the enclosed trucks were tense and restrained, clearly under great pressure; in the last few vehicles sat individuals of special bearing—obviously trained professionals.

"Lin Yu's people and the Sun family's people," Lu Xuan silently analyzed, "the former are in control, the latter are cooperating. This batch of 'goods' must be that thirty million ransom."

The convoy finally entered an inconspicuous large warehouse in the western city. Lu Xuan changed his position and continued observing. This warehouse, usually unremarkable, was now laid out with a tight defensive line. Open and concealed posts, inside and outside coordinated, every high point bore the shadow of snipers.

"What a Lin Yu," Lu Xuan couldn't help but frown, "this level of alertness and such operational efficiency—perhaps even the regular armies of the Great Powers can't match it. His power in Shen City is more terrifying than I imagined."

He watched as box after box of heavy "goods" were moved into the warehouse, thoughtful. What is Lin Yu doing? Is it just for the ransom? No, this is more like a carefully plotted display of strength. Through such thunderous means, he not only wants the Sun family's money and assets, but also wants everyone to see his grip on Shen City.

"But......" Lu Xuan's gaze swept around the warehouse, "even for Lin Yu, such a large-scale operation cannot be flawless. There will always be a loophole, always a gap that can be exploited..."

As night deepened, Lu Xuan quietly left the observation point and returned to his secret base. He meticulously recorded today's observations: convoy size, personnel deployment, warehouse location, defensive setup...... every detail could become crucial.

He marked the western city warehouse's location prominently in his notebook. This choice of site is interesting—near the dock and close to the railway, making it an ideal transfer hub. Why did Lin Yu move the ransom here?

Inside the western city warehouse, the light was dim. Only a few scattered incandescent bulbs hung high up.

Wang Zhenwu and a few of his confidants were "arranged" to "rest" in a corner of the warehouse, with Lin Yu's subordinates standing around, gazes cold, hands on their gun holsters, like prison guards.

The air was filled with the smell of dust and rust. The boxes stuffed with cash and gold bars were piled not far away, heavily guarded, as if silently mocking them, these former masters.

Wang Zhenwu leaned wearily against the wall, his eyes bloodshot. The day's events were like a nightmare, yet so real as to induce despair. Their industry was gone, the money transferred as demanded—what now? Would Lin Yu come to "inspect"? Would he release them after inspection?

His gaze involuntarily fell on a dark red stain on the floor—it was the rust he had accidentally smeared while moving things earlier.

But in his eyes, that hint of dark red reminded him of Zhang Ming's blood. Would Lin Yu, like he did with Zhang Ming, simply silence them all? He dared not think further.

"Captain......" a young subordinate crouched in the corner, voice choking, "Are we really finished?"

"Shut up!" an older veteran hissed low, but his own voice trembled, "The young master is still in their hands..."

Wang Zhenwu forced himself upright, lowered his voice to soothe: "Hold on for me! Now is not the time to collapse!" But even he found these words unconvincing.

He could feel his subordinates' morale crumbling bit by bit, like fine sand slipping through an hourglass.

Suddenly, a roar of engines came from outside the warehouse, followed by orderly footsteps and low military commands. Lin Yu's people seemed to be conducting some mobilization, the alert level noticeably raised.

Wang Zhenwu's heart leapt to his throat. Had they come? Was Lin Yu here to inspect? Would this humiliating transaction finally meet its end?

And what would that ending be like?

The atmosphere inside and outside the warehouse suddenly grew tense. Even those guards who had always been aloof involuntarily straightened their backs. In the calm before the storm, each person could hear their own thunderous heartbeat.