"Um?"
Qiao Nian's words were concise and to the point: "I have left the port city and headed into the mountains."
It was a bit unexpected for Eileen Wo to hide the treasure in the deep mountains and forests. After all, this is not the Middle Ages, and most rich people trust bank safes.
Eileen Wo went in the opposite direction and took a strange path.
"Be careful yourself." Ye Wangchuan said the same thing: "Stop if you can't follow. Don't risk your own safety."
"I know." Qiao Nian didn't say much. He followed the car in front and turned another corner. While his field of vision became wider, there were also fewer cars following him.
If she continued like this, she believed that the people on the off-road vehicles would soon notice her.
Qiao Nian stopped wasting time and said to the man on the other end of the Bluetooth headset: "Hang up."
He simply hung up the phone and while driving, he took out a small black thing from the backpack on the passenger seat and threw it out.
From a distance, the black mechanical beetle looked like a real flying insect. It fluttered its wings and landed on the tail of the off-road vehicle in front. It clung to it with the magnets on its feet. The tail wing flashed with red light.
In less than two seconds, the red light on the mechanical beetle disappeared, and it lay silently dormant as if it didn't exist.
Qiao Nian followed for a while, and when she was about to be discovered, she once again chose another path at the fork in the road, leaving the sight that Irene Wo could see.
…
Not long after.
Eileen Wo's motorcade stopped in front of an abandoned factory.
"Patriarch." The assistant got out of the car first and trotted over to open the door for her.
The factory walls are covered with mottled rust and wildly growing vines, as if time has left deep marks here. The huge iron door was closed tightly, and the paint on the door had peeled off, revealing the rusty metal inside.
Eileen Wo got out of the black car. The bodyguards who followed her from more than a dozen off-road vehicles quickly surrounded the place with an airtight human wall to prevent anyone from peeping.
"Clan leader, do you want to come in?" The assistant held an umbrella for Irene Wo and carefully bowed to ask her.
"Let's go."
Apart from being a little suspicious of the car following him along the road, I didn't encounter anything unusual on the road to Eileenwo.
So she didn't stay outside as usual, and walked into the abandoned factory with the help of her assistant.
Walking into the factory, the empty space is filled with an old-fashioned atmosphere.
Sunlight slanted in through the dusty windows, forming hazy beams of light. Abandoned machinery and equipment are placed here and there, some of which have been corroded by time, and the metal parts are rusty, as if to tell the story of the busyness and glory of the past.
Erinvo turned a blind eye to these, walked through a lush grassland, and walked inside.
"Is Nailao in there?" Irenevo said in a low voice before entering.
This was not the first time that her assistant had accompanied her here. He seemed to be very familiar with the place. He held an umbrella and led the way, and he could answer her questions repeatedly.
"Nao Lao is in his studio."
"Um."
"Go and have a look."
Eileen Wo passed him and walked ahead.
The pipes outside the factory are criss-crossed, and some are broken and hanging down like vines that have lost their vitality.
Thick dust and debris accumulated on the ground, and occasionally broken glass and discarded parts could be seen. (End of chapter)