Yuan Chonghuan was hiding behind an off-road car. We found him writhing in pain, so much so that it looked as if he could collapse in the next minute. We immediately took him away.

We couldn’t take the cannon with us as the rich woman still had a tight grip on the item that could control the cannon. Taking it with us would be no different from carrying a time bomb on our backs!

The three of us crossed the street to reach the shop Yin Xinyue had told me about. She was seated in an SUV, wearing a hat to cover her beautiful face; she waved at us as soon as she saw us in the distance.

“Brother Zhang! Get in the car! Quickly!” Yin Xinyue called and opened the door for us. Yuan Chonghuan studied her for a few solid seconds. Then, he said with deep emotion, “So similar to my late wife.”

Ancient people also had pick-up lines!

However, unofficial records mentioned that Yuan Chonghuan had sent his wife, Mrs. Ruan, to be a hostage...