The fever-reducing medicine quickly took effect, and as soon as the sky darkened, Liang Qiuchi’s temperature dropped.

Still feeling uneasy, Mo Xin, after discussing with the negotiation team’s secretary, decided to postpone the departure time until the next day at noon.

Some elite members of the Lugo Armed Forces were now sporadically firing shots and causing minor disturbances around the federal capital, expressing their dissatisfaction with Liang Qiuchi’s disappearance. Recently, they even threatened that if the federal government did not provide a satisfactory response, they would launch a retaliatory action against San Lorenzo without considering the consequences.

Anyone with insight could see that Lugo’s side was taking advantage of the situation to demand benefits from the federal government. By slightly delaying the arrival of the negotiation team, it was also a way of showing authority. Therefore, among the more than twenty people in the negotiation team, no one questioned Mo Xin’s decision to delay the departure.

Furthermore, they were about to face a group of lawless armed militants. If the negotiations failed, they would still rely on Mo Xin, this war machine, to intimidate the other side.

From this, one could see the weight of Mo Xin’s position in the negotiation team.

But in the past, wherever Mo Xin went, Vincent, as his adjutant, would always be by his side. “If I don’t accompany you this time, won’t it raise suspicion?” Vincent was a bit worried.

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Mo Xin glanced at the tightly closed bedroom door. Liang Qiuchi was still asleep, and he didn’t want to disturb him. He just whispered to Vincent, “Take care of him. I’ll call you every day.”

Vincent nodded. “Got it.”

Vincent accompanied Mo Xin downstairs. Before Mo Xin got into the car, he instructed with concern, “Keep an eye on the access control, don’t let him into the study, and don’t let others near this house.”

“Yes, you can rest assured,” Vincent suppressed his reluctance and saluted Mo Xin, “Please take care of yourself General.”

Mo Xin nodded and didn’t say anything more. He just looked up at the window on the second floor and then got into the car and left.

The negotiation location was set in the Faroe region, 1500 kilometers away from San Lorenzo. Located in the border area of the federation, the central authority was already quite weak here.

The representatives of the Lugo delegation were very dissatisfied with Mo Xin’s party being late. After meeting, they barely performed the basic social etiquette, and immediately brought up the issue of autonomy, showing little sincerity in negotiations.

Mo Xin sat on the side, bowed his head and glanced at the list of negotiation team members on the table, realizing that there was one person missing from the other side.

He fell silent.

After listening to a few minutes of heated debate, feeling bored, Mo Xin took out a cigarette from his pocket, placed it in his mouth, gestured casually to the people around him, and then got up and left the room.

The Faroe region had already entered spring, so Mo Xin took off his military coat and draped it over his shoulders, wearing only a black short-sleeved shirt. He stood by the wall, smoking a cigarette.

As the cigarette was about to be finished, he called Vincent.

“Mr. Liang is fine, you can rest assured,” Vincent stood by the glass window on the first floor and quietly reported on Liang Qiuchi’s situation over the past two days, “He’s in the gym using the rowing machine, the intensity is not too high, so it won’t affect his health.”

“Okay,” Mo Xin tilted his head to glance at the door, then took a few steps away, speaking in a low voice, “Have someone check the whereabouts of Wu Yahuai.”

“Wu Yahuai?” Vincent felt the name sounded familiar, but couldn’t remember where he had heard it.

Mo Xin reminded him, “She’s the third-ranking figure in the Lugo Armed Group.”

Vincent nodded solemnly, “Got it, but why do you suddenly mention her…”

“I suspect she’s in San Lorenzo,” Mo Xin extinguished the cigarette and accurately threw it into a trash can three meters away. He looked up at the bright spring sun and continued, “Keep an eye on things, if there are any suspicious individuals nearby, immediately relocate. I’ll be back in a few days.”

“Okay, take care…”

The words of concern stuck in his throat as Vincent held the disconnected phone, feeling somewhat distracted.

“Is that Mo Xin?”

Vincent suddenly turned around to see Liang Qiuchi standing not far behind him, with a black sports towel draped around his neck.

Although his gaze was still unfocused, Vincent felt a little guilty.

“Mr. Liang, when did you come over?” Vincent forced a smile, “Why didn’t you call me after you finished exercising?”

“It’s a small matter, you don’t need to be bothered,” Liang Qiuchi wiped the sweat off his forehead with a smile, “I heard you on the phone, so I didn’t interrupt.”

“Ah…” Vincent smiled awkwardly, “Mr. Mo mentioned some company matters, he said he’ll be back in a few days.”

Liang Qiuchi nodded, turned and groped his way towards the stairs. Vincent quickly followed, supporting him up to the second floor. Suddenly, Liang Qiuchi asked, “Who is Wu Yahuai?”

Vincent’s heart, just put down, suddenly rose to his throat again.

Liang Qiuchi tilted his head and smiled at him, “Sorry for the abrupt question, I’m just a little curious about what Mo Xin has been busy with lately. If you can’t answer, it’s okay.”

Vincent quickly thought, and said vaguely, “It’s okay, just a business competitor. Mr. Mo asked me to gather some information.”

“Oh, I see.” Liang Qiuchi stopped at the bedroom door, no longer letting Vincent take another step, “I can manage on my own, you go rest.”

“But…”

“If there’s anything, I’ll call you,” Liang Qiuchi took off the sports towel from his neck, “Make a grilled chicken breast for dinner, don’t use too much oil.”

“…Okay, I’ll go do it now.”

“Thank you.”

Liang Qiuchi smiled slightly and closed the door.

He leaned against the door panel, listening quietly, and about ten seconds later, he heard Vincent’s footsteps gradually receding.

He tilted his head back, closed his eyes, lightly tapped the door panel with the back of his head, and when he opened his eyes again, his handsome face showed a determined expression.

While Vincent was cooking downstairs, he quietly opened the door and swiftly moved to the study at the other end of the second-floor corridor.

The door was locked.

Liang Qiuchi frowned, then quietly returned to the bedroom.

He didn’t know the exact time of Mo Xin’s return trip, but this opportunity was rare, and he had to act quickly.

He suppressed his impatience and waited for two days, until Vincent’s vigilance lowered slightly. At midnight, he slipped out of the bedroom, swiftly picked the lock of the study door with a pin.

He found the villa’s access control system on the study wall. Just as he was about to cut off the main switch, he heard footsteps in the corridor.

Liang Qiuchi quickly approached the window, grabbed the window frame with both hands, planning to hang on the villa’s outer wall and find an opportunity to escape. However, just as he was about to step out, he realized something was wrong, and Vincent came rushing over. Liang Qiuchi had no choice but to dodge, executing a swift spinning kick and hitting Vincent squarely in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

“Mr. Liang!” Vincent was astonished, “You can actually see? Why did you…”

“There’s no time to explain now,” Liang Qiuchi stood on the windowsill, his figure outlined by the moonlight appearing even taller, “I must go out for a while.”

Vincent saw him about to jump out of the window, ignoring the pain in his chest, gritted his teeth and rushed at him again.

Liang Qiuchi leaped, rolled as he landed, unharmed. Vincent almost landed in the same position from the second floor, awkwardly grabbing Liang Qiuchi’s ankle with one hand and punching towards Liang Qiuchi’s lower body with the other.

Liang Qiuchi, unwilling to hurt him, initially reduced his strength when blocking.

However, Vincent, a former special forces soldier who had been on the front lines with Mo Xin for several years, was not to be underestimated in terms of combat prowess.

The two fought from east to west in the front yard, then from the ground to under the trees, with Liang Qiuchi gradually gaining the upper hand.

Remembering Mo Xin’s instructions before his departure, Vincent was afraid that Liang Qiuchi would recklessly expose himself and get caught if he went out, and even more afraid that Liang Qiuchi wouldn’t return. Seeing that he couldn’t beat Liang Qiuchi, Vincent could only grit his teeth and pull out a pistol from his trouser leg, aiming at Liang Qiuchi’s back as he headed towards the gate.

“If you move, I’ll shoot!”

Ignoring the threat, Liang Qiuchi continued, and Vincent fired a shot at the wall near the door. The silenced pistol only emitted a spark at the moment of firing, followed by a large chunk of wall falling at Liang Qiuchi’s feet.

Liang Qiuchi raised his hands in surrender and stopped moving.

Vincent wiped the blood from his lips with one hand and walked towards Liang Qiuchi. “I’m sorry, Mr. Liang, I did this for your own good.”

He aimed the gun at Liang Qiuchi, intending to report this unexpected situation to Mo Xin with his phone.

Liang Qiuchi slowly raised his hands and turned around, showing a helpless smile on his face. “Then I can only apologize to you.”