Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 438 - 277: Stepping Down...? (Double-Length)_3

But at this moment, Da Pao had already closed in, pouncing like a fierce tiger onto the back of the tall and skinny man. Before the opponent could grab the gun, a powerful kick landed on his lower back!

"Boom!" With a dull thud, the tall and skinny man was hit like he was struck by a heavy hammer and flew forward, his face slamming into the corner of the table. Nosebleed gushed out instantly, and there was no hope for the gun in his hand.

"Still trying to pick it up?"

Da Pao sneered, bending down, stepping on his back, and quickly snatched the handgun from the ground, then used the gun butt to smash the back of his head.

The tall and skinny man groaned, slumped to the ground without making a sound, the dagger in his wrist still dripping blood, staining the cement floor of the room.

The other crew-cut man’s left hand just reached out, but An Zai’s fist, as large as a sandbag, had already punched over, directly hitting the crew-cut man’s forehead.

The crew-cut man felt as if his head was struck by a heavy hammer, a shower of golden stars exploding in front of his eyes, his brain buzzing, and he collapsed to the earthen bed alongside the wall, though he hadn’t yet lost consciousness.

An Zai didn’t give him any chance to catch a breath, followed with a hooking punch that landed solidly on the side of the crew-cut man’s face. Only a crisp "crack" could be heard, probably the sound of a bone cracking.

The crew-cut man didn’t even have time to scream; his body rolled off the earthen bed like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the cement ground.

Blood foam instantly spilled from the corner of his mouth, a few blood-stained teeth mixed with saliva spat on the ground.

He struggled to get up, but as his vision blackened, his arm, which he had propped up moments ago, went limp again, and he completely fainted.

"Just these lousy tricks, trying to be a professional killer, even hitting on women, pfft!" An Zai spat disdainfully at the ground, then picked up the crew-cut man like a dead pig and headed outside.

...

On the other side, Qi Yun had finished eating with his daughter and Zhao Qing, and while practicing with Chen Wei, he received a call from Yu Qixuan.

"Qi Yun, I have already contacted the National Museum. When Director Fu heard about your donation, he was very happy and asked me to express his gratitude on his behalf."

"No need for thanks. As a Chinese person, this is what I should do." Qi Yun responded with a smile.

Yu Qixuan teased, "Haha, haven’t seen you for months, and look at you enlightened now?"

"Not at all, Director Yu, just pursuing progress, right? Can’t let my ideological awareness fall behind, wouldn’t you agree?" Qi Yun hinted subtly.

"Well, wanting to progress is a good thing." Yu Qixuan laughed, "The National Museum is very serious about this donation and plans to send some leaders to come to Bird City and talk to you face-to-face. The time is likely set for the next day or two; I’ll notify you once it’s confirmed."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun’s face also showed a trace of joy. The fact that leaders of the National Museum, who are of considerable rank, come in person to discuss already fully demonstrates their respect for him, and likely even more for those artifacts...

But that’s not the main point. As long as his little request can be met, everything else can be easily settled.

"Then, thank you, Director Yu." Qi Yun politely expressed his gratitude.

"No need to thank me. I won’t be involved in the matters that follow; you will have to discuss them on your own." Yu Qixuan paused and reminded him, "But Qi Yun, you do have to handle things appropriately yourself."

Qi Yun paused before responding earnestly, "Yes, I understand. Thank you, Elder Yu, for the reminder."

"Alright, that’s it then."

After the call ended, Qi Yun sighed, "Really not taking the responsibility if not in the position, huh? This old man became much easier to deal with after stepping down."

Beside him, Chen Wei handed over a bottle of water, reported softly, "An Zai and the others are finished with their tasks."

Qi Yun accepted the water bottle, "Neither of them was injured, right?"

"No."

Qi Yun nodded, then twisted open the bottle and gulped down a few sips, continuing to ask, "Any leads on Niu Da and their side?"

"We’ve got eyes on that woman, monitoring her, and as soon as Brother Biao shows up, he won’t escape." Chen Wei replied, expressionless.

"Alright, let me know if there’s news, we’re done practicing for today." Qi Yun wiped his sweat and headed upstairs for a shower.

...

At Tianshan International Airport, a flight arriving from Thailand slowly landed, and six men in flip-flops and short sleeves disembarked.

While taking the shuttle, seemingly wanting to avoid attention, they deliberately dispersed, not gathering together.

An hour later, in a rented apartment not far from Golden Collar Villa, the six men gathered together again...