To the young man's surprise, Gong Zhe only flipped through a few pages before handing the tablet back.

　　"What is it?" The young man looked at Gong Zhe with a puzzled expression. "Mr. Gong, do you think these are fake too?"

　　"They're not fake."

　　"Then why don't you consider..."

　　"Although they aren't fake, I already knew all of this." Gong Zhe said, "He's using information we already know to placate us and stall for time. He hasn't said a single useful thing."

　　"But how does he know what we know?" The young man's expression turned somewhat panicked. "Or… has he already guessed our identities?"

　　Gong Zhe shook his head. "It's An Xuan. He recognized An Xuan and thought he was being kidnapped by the Night Watchers. That's why he's only confessing things An Xuan also knows." He pointed to the tablet. "These are Nightmare Assault incidents they experienced together."

　　"Bastard!" The young man's eyes narrowed. He hadn't expected this cowardly, fatso to trick them.

　　"Mr. Gong, hand him over to me. I guarantee he'll spill everything he knows within three days."

　　Gong Zhe looked at the young man. "But you can't hurt him. At least, he can't have any injuries when you return him."

　　Hearing this, the young man paused. After thinking for a moment, he nodded fiercely. "Alright, I understand."

　　"Mr. Gong!" A man around 30 years old stumbled in from outside, looking panicked. "They… they escaped!"

　　"Who escaped?" the young man scolded. "What's the panic? Speak slowly."

　　"The two specialists sent by the Night Watcher's Execution Department. They knocked out our escorts just now and disappeared," the middle-aged man said. "There's a hole cut in the back window. They must have escaped through the window."

　　"Escaped through the window…" the young man asked, puzzled. "What are the people in the monitoring room doing?"

　　The young man was the most nervous now. He was like a steward here, and he knew the family's punishments all too well if something went wrong.

　　"It's very strange. Everything is normal in the monitoring room. They must have hacked into our defense network. No, it's not 'must have,' they definitely did!" the middle-aged man added.

　　The young man immediately took out his phone and exported a map from it. "They only have these two routes to leave the villa."

　　The map clearly showed two curved lines, representing the possible escape routes.

　　"Those guys are really ruthless," the middle-aged man who came in later gritted his teeth and said. "Six cars and about 20 people came with them, but those two only cared about escaping themselves, not caring about the life or death of the rest!"

　　"They must have learned about Mr. Gong's return and were worried about being exposed, so they ran ahead of time." As he spoke, the young man picked up the phone, preparing to deploy a blockade and give chase.

　　This was their territory, not a place where people could come and go as they pleased. And looking at their flustered appearances, they must have discovered something extraordinary.

　　The scariest thing was that they, as the owners, didn't even know what had been discovered.

　　Just as the young man connected the call and was about to assign tasks, a hand reached out, took the phone, and hung it up.

　　"Mr. Gong?"

　　Gong Zhe looked toward the door. "That 'lure the tiger from the mountain' trick only works once. They're still here."

　　"Notify the security team to seal off all exits of the villa. We're not going anywhere. We'll wait for them here."

　　Hearing this, the man in his thirties ran back out, presumably to make arrangements.

　　"They… they really came for that person?" With no one else around, the young man asked cautiously, "That fatty?"

　　The young man hadn't expected this unremarkable fatso to cause such a stir. The Night Watcher's Execution Department was actually risking a falling out with the Xia family to wade into these troubled waters.

　　What was his background?

　　"Maybe they did, maybe they didn't." Gong Zhe seemed much calmer. He habitually adjusted his suit button, then turned and walked out. "Take me to see that fatty."

　　Hearing this, the young man hurried forward a few steps, blocking Gong Zhe's path. "Mr. Gong!" he said urgently, "I suspect those people don't know the person's hiding place either. They're likely lying in wait nearby. If we go there rashly, we might expose the holding location."

　　Gong Zhe's mouth twitched, causing the scar on his jaw to move. The man forced an ugly smile. "But we can also figure out their true purpose, can't we?"

　　The young man was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood. If those people had already obtained what they wanted, they would continue to lie low and then find a chance to run away.

　　But if they hadn't found what they were looking for, or the person they were looking for, then they would definitely try to follow after seeing Gong Zhe show his face.

　　After all, everyone understood the weight that this man represented.

　　And based on common sense, the Xia family would immediately send people to check if anything important had been lost after being startled like this.

　　After all, having once been one of the 13 founding families of the Night Watchers, they must still have some secrets that couldn't be known by outsiders.

　　The young man and Gong Zhe walked on the rugged mountain path, one in front and one behind. There was no road here at all; it was completely untouched, primeval forest.

　　Heaven knows how much effort they had put in to get that fatty up here.

　　Soon after, they saw a cabin in the woods covered in camouflage netting. The cabin was built against the mountain, covered in moss, and the material used wasn't wood, but heavy, large mountain rocks.

　　When they reached the door, Gong Zhe let the young man go in first. After about a minute, Gong Zhe also opened the door and walked in.

　　The area inside the room was much larger than imagined, and part of it even extended into the mountain. There were a total of five rooms.

　　Besides the fatty, there was also a gloomy-looking old man inside. The old man was sitting cross-legged on the ground, wearing a gray robe that looked like it hadn't been washed in ages.

　　After seeing Gong Zhe come in, he merely raised his eyelids before continuing to squint.

　　"Mr. Gong." The young man asked in a low voice, "Did anyone follow us?"

　　"No."

　　But just after Gong Zhe answered no, the gray-robed old man suddenly laughed silently, his mouth pulled open to reveal the crisscrossing sharp teeth inside.

　　Each of the rooms here was isolated. The fatty was locked in the second to last room. When he heard the noise outside the door, he was idly playing with the fat on his belly.

　　He twitched his nose, as if he smelled a strange odor, then felt dizzy and fell to the ground.

　　A moment later, the door opened and Gong Zhe walked in.

　　"You stand guard outside," Gong Zhe instructed as he turned around. "I need to examine his condition."