Chapter 311

Fang Yue just unleashed his character's power for one second, burning one day of his yang lifespan.

So the female thief's information should be worth at least this much.

Chen Xiaomiao pulled out her phone, then sobbed: "Big brother, I'll confess everything, everything—don't use force anymore, my small frame can't take it!"

"Good. Answer my first question: who's looking for the parchment?"

"My client!"

"Who is your client?"

"I don't know. I'm just a Bounty Hunter paid to do a job. If you want answers, ask my boss."

"Your boss?"

"Liu Zong. My direct superior, one of the managers at Ping'an Bounty Company!"

Chen Xiaomiao betrayed her boss with astonishing speed, utterly unconcerned about the consequences.

Come on, what's more important than your life? This guy is violently antisocial!

"Liu Zong? Ping'an Bounty Company?"

Fang Yue paused.

He had heard of Ping'an Bounty Company.

But only from advertisements.

As for who Liu Zong was, he had no idea.

He glanced at Bai Xiaoya beside him.

"I know this company. Their people scouted our neighborhood before."

Bai Xiaoya's expression darkened. She had been careless.

Or rather, A Ming hadn't handled things cleanly enough.

But Bai Xiaoya had assumed the Bounty Company's people were after her—after the Jade Pendant.

But now it seemed Fang Yue's secret had been exposed, and the Bounty Company's hounds had caught the scent of blood.

"Fang Yue, how do you want to handle this?"

She didn't ask what the parchment was, or why a Bounty Company would come after them for it.

Because everyone has secrets. If Fang Yue didn't speak, she wouldn't ask.

Still, she assumed the parchment was probably some ancient pirate treasure map or something similar.

In the end, it was just about money—an economic dispute.

And she feared economic disputes the least, because she had enough money.

In short, anything that could be solved with money wasn't a problem.

The real trouble was that she might be exposed to the outside world because of Fang Yue.

That was the top priority.

So this matter had to be minimized, smoothed over, silenced—make the Bounty Company shut up and let it vanish.

Before that, Bai Xiaoya wanted to hear Fang Yue's opinion first.

"How do I want to handle it? I must know who's spying on my parchment. The rest, I'll handle myself."

"... Alright, I'll ask for you."

"You'll ask for me? Now?"

"Mm."

Right before Chen Xiaomiao and Fang Yue, Bai Xiaoya called A Ming.

After briefly explaining the situation, she said: "Bring Liu Zong here for a meeting."

Bring Liu Zong here for a meeting?

Chen Xiaomiao sneered. Someone like Liu Zong, a seasoned capitalist, would surely be home with wife, kids, and a warm bed this late—no one would come out to meet you.

Yet ten minutes later, Chen Xiaomiao saw her battered, sobbing boss on Bai Xiaoya's video call.

"Big brother, stop! Stop hitting me! You flew a helicopter and smashed my windows, then came in and beat me—this is too much, too much!!"

Chen Xiaomiao:!!!

Holy shit!

This is lawless!

You can actually do this?

You're just going full brute force??

Attacking a Bounty Company's senior executive like this—don't they fear the Bounty Association?

Even if they don't fear the Bounty Association, shouldn't they at least fear the United Alliance? This is utterly reckless!

Chen Xiaomiao was stunned.

Sure, her family background was decent, and she held a solid position in a renowned Bounty Company—more than enough to be considered above average for ordinary people.

But compared to Bai Xiaoya's brutal, forceful methods, her little position meant nothing!!

This… she'd stepped on an iron plate, hadn't she?

Chen Xiaomiao looked up and met the eyes of her boss, Liu Zong. Both were tearful.

They both knew—this time… they'd been crushed.

"A Ming, find out who wants the parchment. Who issued the order for it?"

Bai Xiaoya gave the order calmly.

A Ming obeyed, slapping Liu Zong twice across the face.

"Stop! Stop! I'll confess everything, everything!"

Liu Zong's cheeks trembled.

He never dreamed he'd end up like this.

Sure enough, if you stand by the river long enough, you'll get your shoes wet.

He took the blame for the iron plate. He accepted it.

But naming the client who placed the order? That's still troublesome.

With a heavy heart, he said: "The person who came to me for the parchment order, the one I dealt with, was just an employee of theirs. His name is Chen Yang. He works for a company called Trash Tech Recycling Co., Ltd."

He said the parchment was a key research product of their company, lost accidentally during transport after a car accident, so they hired us to find it.

Normally, we don't take on jobs like this—like searching for a needle in a haystack. It's time-consuming, exhausting, and unrewarding. But… he paid so much that I took it. Still, I know nothing about the company, and nothing about Chen Yang either."

Chen Yang?

Trash Tech Recycling Co., Ltd.?

What kind of ghost company is that?

Fang Yue was stunned, but Bai Xiaoya remained calm. She simply said: "A Ming, look it up."

"Yes!"

A Ming immediately got to work—pulling out another phone to make a call, and checking data on his personal platform.

A few minutes later, A Ming began organizing the information and said: "Miss, Trash Tech Recycling Co., Ltd. is a shell company. Its behind-the-scenes owner is deeply hidden. For an ordinary person, using conventional methods, it's impossible to uncover any further details. But with our group's resources, I managed to dig up one person's information."

As he spoke, A Ming pointed the tablet's screen toward his phone.

It was… a man dressed in ancient-style robes, long hair flowing.

The man looked only twenty-five or twenty-six, but his eyes were deep, as if he'd endured much.

"His name is Qiu Dugu. After peeling away layer upon layer of shell companies, he is one of the ultimate actual shareholders. Also… he is a contracted employee of the United Council."

The United Council?!

Fang Yue and Bai Xiaoya both narrowed their pupils.

The United Council is an entity that stands above all groups.

It is an entity no one dares to provoke.

Simply put, the United Council is the official body that governs Huaguo. Its internal structure is extremely complex.

Anyone who becomes a contracted employee of the United Council is no ordinary person—they've fought their way out of countless rivals, are chosen by fate, one in ten thousand, above all others.

Fang Yue had anticipated that the parchment might bring great trouble.

But he never imagined the trouble it would bring would be this immense.

The United Council… that's not a behemoth he could ever touch.

ps: Going to sleep, so tired

(End of Chapter)