Mu Xiaoyao stood at about 1.65 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure, a beautiful face, and a confident air about her. Her short hair gave her a sharp, capable look.
"Then I'll leave Jiang Che in your hands," Wang Yang said in a serious tone. "He is a representative of young entrepreneurs in Jiangbei City—there must be no mistakes."
This was both a responsibility and a warning, putting pressure on Mu Xiaoyao to ensure Jiang Che's safety.
"Relax, Chief." Mu Xiaoyao nodded with a serious expression. "I know what to do. I will make sure nothing happens to him."
Wang Yang studied her for a moment, then said nothing more and signaled for her toprepare for action.
Soon after, Mu Xiaoyao led Jiang Che outside, where the police force had gathered. They quickly moved out, heading directly toward Phoenix Mountain.
Inside the car, Mu Xiaoyao sat next to Jiang Che, stealing a few curious glances at him.
"How did you get wind of this operation?" she finally asked. "We hadn't heard anything about it before. You got the intel before we did."
"I'm sorry, Officer Mu, but I can't reveal my sources," Jiang Che replied with a small shake of his head.
Mu Xiaoyao felt a twinge of disappointment but didn't push further. After all, everyone
had their secrets.
8:30 PM – Abandoned Factory, Phoenix Mountain
Mu Xiaoyao and her team arrived at the location and immediately took action.
The factory was eerily silent, its abandoned structures looming under the dim, starless sky. The poor weather worked to their advantage, helping them remain unseen.
After hiding all the police vehicles, Mu Xiaoyao deployed officers around the perimeter, positioning them for the upcoming arrest.
"Nobody moves without my command," she ordered firmly.
She then led Jiang Che to a bush, where they concealed themselves, watching the factory closely.
Time crawled by, every passing second thick with tension.
An hour later, at 9:30 PM, a van pulled up to the abandoned factory.
A middle-aged man in his thirties stepped out, flashing a light around the area cautiously. He moved methodically, checking every corner before sweeping his gaze over the surrounding woods.
Mu Xiaoyao held her breath. Fortunately, the poor visibility kept them well-hidden.
After a few minutes, the man seemed satisfied and pulled out his phone. He made a quick call, exchanged a few words, then leaned against the van and lit a cigarette.
A short while later, another van arrived.
Two burly men stepped out and opened the trunk, revealing wooden crates filled with firearms. Carefully, they unloaded Barrett sniper rifles and pistols, stacking them neatly.
Through her night vision scope, Mu Xiaoyao scanned the contents of the crates. Her expression darkened.
Hundreds of pistols. Several Barrett rifles.
If Ye Chen successfully acquired these weapons, the consequences would be catastrophic.
"These bastards," Mu Xiaoyao muttered under her breath. "I will bring them all to justice!"
Suppressing her anger, she lowered her night vision device and continued observing. The sellers had arrived—but the buyers were still missing.
10:20 PM – Ye Chen Arrives
A Jeep rumbled up to the scene, stopping near the vans.
Ye Chen stepped out, followed closely by Xiao Han. He immediately noticed the vehicles and the men standing around them—likely the arms dealers.
He walked forward, keeping his guard up and surveying his surroundings carefully.
Truthfully, Ye Chen had been reluctant to come tonight. His right eyelid had been twitching all day—an ominous sign.
He had always trusted his instincts.
Now, they screamed at him that something wasn't right.
Still, there was no turning back now.
A middle-aged man, presumably the seller, eyed him warily as he approached.
"You the buyer?" the man asked.
"Yeah," Ye Chen replied coolly.
"Who sent you?"
"Liu Qiniang."
At that, the man visibly relaxed.
"Alright, go ahead and inspect the goods."
The seller lifted two wooden crates, placing them in front of Ye Chen.
Ye Chen picked up a Desert Eagle pistol and turned it over in his hands, testing its weight. Then, he lifted a Barrett sniper rifle, running his fingers along the metal.
He had spent years handling firearms. A quick examination was all he needed to confirm that these were the real deal.
"How much for the batch?" he asked.
"And where are the grenades?"
The seller smirked.
"No grenades this time. Just these."
He paused, then added, "Fifty million."
Ye Chen narrowed his eyes. A flicker of coldness flashed across his gaze.
Fifty million?
The true market value of these weapons overseas was around twenty million at most.
This guy was clearly trying to scam him.
Ye Chen's lips curled slightly, his expression darkening.
"Are you taking me for a fool?"
The air grew tense.