Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

Chapter 554

"Hua'er, everything is as you expected! I have found the people from the Pangu organization hiding in the Xie Mansion. Everything has been arranged, just waiting for you and Dahua to return!" Hei Xiazi smiled and secretly admired Hua'er's ingenuity in his heart.

He quickly wrote this important letter and carefully sealed it away. Then, he looked around to make sure there were no traces left, and walked to the special device that Xie Yuchen had left on the desk.

This device was specially used by Xie Yuchen to handle confidential documents. Once used, the letter would be burned instantly, leaving no trace. Hei Xiazi operated the device skillfully, watching the envelope turn to ashes in the flames, and nodded with satisfaction.

After finishing all this, Hei Xiazi restored the desk to its original state, as if nothing had happened. Then, he quietly left the study like a ghost, without making any sound.

However, not long after Hei Xia Zi left, Butler Xie appeared at the door of the study like a ghost. He seemed to have noticed something about the situation in the study, and a look of suspicion appeared on his face.

Butler Xie slowly stretched out his hand, preparing to push open the study door. Just as his hand was about to touch the doorknob, a dazzling golden light suddenly shot out from the crack in the door and struck his palm like lightning.

"Ah!" Butler Xie screamed and quickly retracted his hand. He looked closely and saw that his palm had been burned, and smoke was still coming out of the wound.

"What a familiar aura! Those two old fellas, Hongjun and Luohou!" Butler Xie couldn't help but exclaim in amazement. "How did Wu Xie and Fatty Wang, two people who don't seem to have eight hundred minds combined, get along so well with them?"

He blew gently on his burned palm while complaining. Miraculously, the wound on his palm healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, it was back to normal, as if it had never been injured.

"I won't bother with you about these little kids' tricks today. When they come back, we'll settle the score together!" Butler Xie muttered, a disdainful smile on his face, as if he was full of contempt for these so-called "little kids." He shook his head, turned around, and slowly left the study door, his back revealing a calm and confident look.

However, shortly after Butler Xie left, a dark figure suddenly appeared from the corner of the study. It loomed in the darkness, seemingly blending in with the surroundings. As the shadow gradually became clearer, it turned out to be the long-gone Black Blind Man!

Hei Xiazi stood quietly in the corner with a sly smile on his lips. His eyes were fixed on the direction where Butler Xie left, with mockery and sarcasm flashing in his eyes.

"Old man, it must be painful to be burned!" Hei Xiazi's voice echoed in the silent study, with a hint of gloating. He seemed very satisfied with what Butler Xie had just experienced, and his tone was full of undisguised sarcasm.

Then, Hei Xiazi walked out of the darkness, his steps light and agile, as if he was not worried about being discovered. A pale golden ball appeared in his hand, emitting a faint light, which was particularly eye-catching in the darkness.

"This is specially designed for you. Once you are infected by the aura of this spell, there will be no escape!" Hei Xiazi smiled proudly, holding the ball in front of his eyes and examining it carefully. The light from the ball cast a faint shadow on his face, making his smile look a little strange.

Hei Xia Zi continued, "It's really hard to catch you without a body, but now you can only rot and stink in this body, and you no longer have the ability to escape!" His words revealed a kind of confidence that he was sure of victory, as if he was full of confidence in his plan.

Wu Xie and Fatty Wang came out of Xie Yuchen's study, cursing non-stop the entire way, as if they held a deep grudge against Hei Xia Zi. As they walked, they kept looking back, as if afraid someone might be eavesdropping.

After finally returning to their own courtyard, the two finally breathed a sigh of relief. Wu Xie slammed the door shut, then plopped down on a chair, angrily saying, "This black blind guy is such a jerk! How dare he do this to us!"

Fatty Wang echoed, "That's right, who does he think he is? He's just a dead person. How can a dead person be more important than a living person?"

The two of them complained back and forth, their voices growing louder and louder until they were practically shouting. Although the people watching them from outside the yard were quite far away, they could still clearly hear the angry curses coming from inside.

"Wu Xie is actually quite brave!" One of the people who were monitoring outside the yard whispered to the person next to him.

"Yeah, I think so too." The other man nodded, his arms folded across his chest, leaning against the courtyard wall, a cigarette still dangling from his lips. "If a normal person encountered something like this, they would have been scared to death. How could they dare to hang around like this under the blind man's nose like he did?"

"That's right," the man who spoke first continued, "Wu Xie seems to not take Hei Xia Zi seriously at all, he's very brave!"

"But then again, what he's doing isn't necessarily a bad thing," the man holding the cigarette said thoughtfully. "After all, people die for money, and birds die for food. He's all alone now, with nothing to worry about. If he doesn't take advantage of the situation before Xie Yuchen's burial and the release of the will, he'll definitely get something good once the will comes out."

"That makes sense!" The man squatting on the ground suddenly interrupted, "If something like this happened to an ordinary person, he would definitely hold on to Hei Xia Zi's thighs tightly, for fear of being abandoned. But Wu Xie is different. Instead, he looks like he is afraid that if he is a step late, he will starve to death!" As he spoke, he gestured in the flower bed with the branch in his hand, as if simulating Wu Xie's situation at the time.

Not until the sounds in the yard completely disappeared did the two people squatting outside the door breathe a sigh of relief, and then tiptoed away quietly like two ghosts.

Wu Xie and Fatty Wang continued to curse and swear for a long time. Fatty Wang even stood on tiptoe, like a big stupid bear, and swayed by the window, listening carefully to the noise outside with his ears perked up. After a long while, he sneaked back to his seat like a thief and sat down.

"When will this day end?" Wu Xie lay limply on the table like a puddle of mud, mumbling weakly. He didn't even dare to speak too loudly, for fear that he would accidentally attract the people who were monitoring him outside and catch him off guard.

"Didn't Heiye say that as soon as Huaerye's business is over, they'll rush back without stopping. When that happens, we'll just follow right behind Huaerye and the others, wait for the right opportunity, launch a surprise attack on those guys, and kill them like a slut!"

As Fatty Wang spoke, he excitedly picked up the kettle and poured a cup of herbal tea for Wu Xie and himself. The tea gurgled into the cups, making a crisp sound, as if cheering for their upcoming counterattack.

Fatty Wang picked up the cup, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, then smacked his lips contentedly, feeling the coolness spreading through his throat, moistening it which had become a little dry from talking too much.

Like a ghost, Hei Xiazi lightly climbed over the high wall of Xie Mansion, and then, like a nimble cat, he instantly slipped into a narrow alley nearby. This series of movements was smooth and seamless, leaving the people following him stunned and completely unable to react.

"Haha, you little rookies, you still think you can follow me, Hei Ye? You really don't know what you can do!" Hei Xia Zi stood in the alley, looking at the people he had left behind, a smug smile on his face. He dusted himself off and then swaggered down the alley, muttering to himself, "Don't you see what a person I am? I earned my reputation through hard work, not just the words of you little Karamis!"

As Hei Xiazi walked, he pulled out his worn-out keypad phone from his pocket and expertly pressed the keys, tap-ta-da, tap-ta-da, sending a message to no one. His fingers danced rapidly on the keyboard, as if he were playing a cheerful melody.

Those who failed in the tracking returned to their boss in disgrace, and as expected, they were scolded again.

"Are you all idiots? Don't you have any idea who Hei Xia Zi is? How dare you follow him so closely!" The boss was so angry that his face turned red and the veins on his forehead bulged. "Do you think you are so powerful, or do you think you are even more awesome than Hei Xia Zi?"

"I think you're just a bunch of brainless losers!" The boss grew increasingly angry, finally erupting in curses. "Have dogs eaten your brains? You can't even handle something this simple!"

Those who were being scolded could only lower their heads and remain silent, letting their superior vent his anger. They knew in their hearts that they had indeed messed up this mission, and that Hei Xiazi was not an ordinary person. It would be difficult to track him.

After Hei Xia Zi left here, it seemed as if he had traveled through time and space in an instant. When he appeared again, he was standing steadily at the door of the National Institute of Archaeology.

The guard at the door smiled delightedly when he saw Hei Xia Zi, and greeted him warmly, "Professor Hei, it's been a while since I last saw you!"

Unlike the old academics at the institute, who wore Mao suits, old Yanjing cloth shoes, always carried a worn briefcase, and wore a pair of frog-shaped glasses, Hei Xiazi's outfit was particularly unique. He wore a cheap black leather jacket, black sunglasses, and black leather boots, looking both mysterious and cool.

Facing the guard's greeting, Hei Xiazi smiled and replied, "Old Chen! It's been a long time since we last met! Something happened at home, and I was asked to go out of town, so I haven't come to see you for a long time!"

As he spoke, Hei Xiazi walked expertly through the main entrance into the institute. His steps were light and steady, as if he knew every blade of grass and tree here intimately. Even more astonishingly, he didn't even need to wear the institute's uniformly issued work badge, as his unique appearance was unmatched throughout the institute.

Hei Xia Zi walked through the institute unimpeded, and wherever he went, he could accurately call out the names of everyone he met. When someone came to ask a question, he was able to give a quick and accurate answer, which made people marvel at his memory and professional knowledge.

"I see! No wonder I always felt like something was wrong!" A middle-aged man in a white coat and thick-bottomed glasses said, suddenly enlightened. He held a thick notebook in his hand, and seemed to have found some important clues in it.

Just then, another person came over. He was wearing a pair of black-framed glasses and was holding not only stacks of documents in his hands, but the person following him also seemed to be holding an object covered in a glass frame.

"Xiao Liu, is there anything else? If not, I still have to go find Director Fang!" The man with black glasses said to the middle-aged man with a playful smile.

Xiao Liu seemed to have more questions to ask, but seeing the indifferent smile on Black Glasses' face, he swallowed his words. After Black Glasses finished answering Xiao Liu's question, he looked at the growing crowd behind him and felt a little nervous. He casually said, "Then I'll be leaving first!" and then slipped away as quickly as if his feet were greased.

The man with black glasses trotted all the way to a room with "Director's Office" written on the door. Without hesitation, or even knocking, he reached out and turned the doorknob, striding in.

"Director Fang, surprise! Are you surprised to see me?" The man with black glasses shouted as he entered the room, with a hint of teasing in his voice.

In the room, a middle-aged man was sitting at his desk, concentrating on reading a document. Suddenly, he was startled by the black glasses. His hand shook, and the water in the cup he was holding suddenly spilled out, splashing all over himself.

Director Fang was about to lose his temper and reprimand this uninvited and rude person. However, when he looked up and saw the person's face clearly, the anger on his face instantly disappeared. He stared at the familiar figure before him, and heard the familiar voice in his ears again. For a moment, he was at a loss.

The moment Director Fang saw Hei Xia Zi, all the anger in his heart almost disappeared. With a bright smile on his face, he stood up and walked to Hei Xia Zi, holding his hand and leading him to the rest area of the office.

Director Fang even personally brewed Hei Xia Zi some tea that he himself would not drink on weekdays. "Hey Master! Come and try this! I recently harvested some tea leaves. The taste is so good! It's hard to describe!"

When Director Fang talked about the tea he had recently harvested, his praise was as endless as the Yellow River.