Without wasting any time, they set off. The business friend of their neighbor was walking with such steady steps. Jingdu Xiumin's age was roughly the same as Zhanji Xuande. He seemed perfectly healthy.

"Is your friend really not using a driver?" Yixiong asked Xuande Zhanji. Their car was right behind Jingdu Xiumin's car.

"He has a driver, but indeed, he often prefers to drive his car. So I think the driver is often has nothing to do." Xuande Zhanji laughed.

The warehouse they were going to be was not too far from Jingdu Xiumin's house. In less than fifteen minutes, they were there. The location was still in the city, but the atmosphere in that place differed from the atmosphere in other places in this city. The atmosphere in the place was quiet, like outside the city. It was the first time Yiren had explored an area in this city that was still quiet. The other areas of the city were all densely populated.

The car they were traveling in entered the fence of a warehouse complex. After arriving at the yard of the warehouse complex, they could clearly see the place. It turned out to be an enormous warehouse. Not only that, there were a total of three buildings that were used as warehouses. Jingdu Xiumin immediately led them into one of the warehouse buildings.

"All kinds of bags are stored in this warehouse." Jingdu Xiumin said proudly when they were already inside one of the warehouses. Xuande Zhanji's friend called one of his employees right away. Yixiong showed the employee the photo of the bag.

"Bags like this still exist. But the exact blue color looks like it's out of stock," said the clerk at the warehouse.

"Shall we check first?" Xuande Zhanji proposal.

They all then walked to the part of the warehouse where such bags were stored. After unpacking all the bags that were there, they did not find a bag that was exactly like the one in the photo. Just like what the employee said, there were still many bags of the same shape and size as the one in the photo, but in different colors.

Yixiong looked down languidly. Yiren didn't know what to say. It meant they had to go around the city looking for a bag like that.

"Earlier you said that today there will be a shipment of goods," Xuande Zhanji said to Jingdu Xiumin.

"Yes! It's true. According to the schedule, the goods will arrive after half-past twelve."

"Is there a bag like this among those things?" Yixiong asked.

Jingdu Xiumin turned to the warehouse clerk.

"Wait a minute, Sir! I'll check first," said the warehouse employee. He then disappeared outside the warehouse building.

"Where did he go?" Yiren asked.

"We keep records of goods entering and leaving the warehouse in other building," Jingdu Xiumin replied.

Earlier, they saw that apart from the three warehouses, there was a house located some distance away on the right. Yiren suspected they stored the records in the house.

"What if we all just head over there?" Xuande said Zhanji.

Jingdu Xiumin then guided them to the house where the records of goods entering and leaving the warehouse were kept. When they got there, Jingdu Xiumin's employee, who had accompanied them in the warehouse, was still busy collecting the files.

"Ah! Here it is!" The warehouse clerk cheered.

The warehouse clerk brought a piece of paper in front of them. He showed the contents of the sheet of paper.

"That's right, there will be a bag delivery like what you are looking for. There are eight colors in total, including blue as you want."

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The warehouse clerk's words really relieved Yiren and Yixiong.

"That means we just have to wait until the goods arrive," said Xuande Zhanji.

"It's just that usually the arrival time of the goods is not exactly the same as in the schedule. It usually arrives between half to an hour late," said Jingdu Xiumin. "In fact, if I remember correctly, at that time, they were up to four hours late." Jingdu Xiumin looked at his clerk.

The clerk nodded.

"It's all right, Sir!" Yixiong said. "We'll wait for them."

Yiren was relieved. Just like yesterday, the handover process for the ransom would take place after dark. So they still had enough time.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen," said Jingdu Xiumin. "Right now, I have to talk to Mr. Xuande for a while about business matters. So I can't accompany you, gentlemen."

"It's all right, Sir!" Yixiong said. We can take a walk around here first."

Yixiong then took Yiren out of the building.

"Where are we going?" Yiren asked.

"This morning I was in a rush, so I only ate a little. After all, we only ate leftover pizza last night. So at this hour I'm hungry again," Yixiong replied.

Yiren laughed at Yixiong's words.

"You know what I mean," Yixiong said.

"Let's find a small shop or restaurant," said Yiren. "The goods will arrive at maybe twelve or even one o'clock. So we can go around the area first."

The two of them then exited the warehouse complex. After walking about three hundred meters, they saw a stall selling food.

"How about we just eat there?" Yiren asked.

"What food do they sell?"

"I don't know. Let's get closer so we can see more clearly," answered Yiren.

It turned out the shop only sold snacks. Yiren and Yixiong had to walk again to find a place to satisfy their hunger. They walk again. This time it was even further, about five hundred meters. Maybe further than that because they met a few turns. They cheered when they found a quite large restaurant. With light steps, the two of them immediately approached the place.

"Do you remember the way back to the warehouse earlier?" Yixiong asked suddenly.

Yiren flinched at the question.

"I don't forget, but maybe not a hundred percent remember," said Yiren. "Does Xiongge not remember either?"

"Well? Then how are we going to get back there?"

"Never mind! That's a matter for later. What's important now is that we eat first," said Yiren.

They then entered the restaurant. They sat down at a table in the corner. Beside them was an immense window. Yiren and Yixiong could see out of the window.

The waiter came and brought them the list of food. At that time, the atmosphere of the restaurant was still quiet. Only the two of them were there. After they finished ordering their food, they waited quietly at the table.

"This area is very quiet. Don't you think they have nothing to lose by opening a restaurant as large as this one here?" Yixiong said.

Yiren agreed with Yixiong. Even at lunchtime, he predicted the place wouldn't be too crowded either.

"But we don't know about this area yet. Maybe there are factories or other places of business around here," said Yiren.

"I don't think factory workers eat in restaurants like this," Yixiong said.

Less than five minutes later, their entire order had arrived. They eat voraciously. Yixiong even ordered another serving of rice. Yiren laughed at seeing Yixiong. Yixiong seemed so starving.

After they finished eating, they didn't go anywhere. It was still early, not even eleven o'clock. Because they were full, they were lazy to walk everywhere. After paying for the food, they decided to sit there for a while.

"I'm sleepy now," Yixiong said. "How about you?"

"I'm also a little sleepy," replied Yiren. "But I don't eat as much as Xiongge, so I'm not as sleepy as Xiongge."

"Then I'll sleep here for a bit. You'll wake me up when it's twelve." After saying that, Yixiong laid his head on the table straight away.

Yiren looked out the window that was right beside him. It was not like before. Now the streets were getting crowded. Yiren did not know what caused it. He observed the people and vehicles that passed that road. Ten minutes later, he was bored. A feeling of drowsiness began to creep over him. But Yiren couldn't sleep. If the two of them slept there until the afternoon, then there would be trouble. So by holding back the drowsiness, Yiren kept trying to observe the scenery outside the window.

Suddenly, Yiren felt like he was electrocuted. There was something out there that he didn't expect at all.

"Xiongge, Xiongge! Let's wake up!" Yiren shouted while shaking Yixiong's body.

Yixiong raised his head. He opened his eyes. "Why are you shouting? Is it twelve o'clock now? It's only been a flash!"

"Look at that!" Yiren said, still in a loud voice. He pointed across the street.

Yixiong directed his gaze in the direction indicated by Yiren. At first, he didn't react. But then he started rubbing his eyes. It was as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"What is Dage doing there?" Yixiong spoke softly.

Across the street stood a figure. A figure that was very similar to Duanmu Shanquan.