Outside the Blue Sky Club, Qi Yun got into the car and lit a cigarette.
The connection has already been introduced to Zhang Dayong. Whether he can seize the opportunity depends on his own luck.
As for Li the Eighth, in the eyes of the working group, he's nothing more than a big fly, with almost no chance to resist if they want to deal with him.
If the person behind him doesn't want to die together, they'll just watch silently.
"Brother Quan, to the National Cultural Heritage Administration."
"Alright," Brother Quan agreed, as the vehicle slowly started moving.
Qi Yun took out a small wooden box from his bag. When the lid was opened, a stone lay quietly inside the box—it was the other eye of Can Cong.
He had already scrutinized it with a magnifying glass but found nothing unusual.
The information said this stone could lead to the treasure buried by Can Cong, whether the stone itself held some information... or needed to solve some mystery or mechanism with them?
