C20 Follow You to the Old Nest

In the blink of an eye, several days had slipped by without a single update from Zhang Xinyue. Yuh Wenming suspected that someone in the night market was connected to them. After all, their brazen trading couldn't possibly go unnoticed; any number of departments could confiscate their goods.

This lack of interference is what emboldened Yuh Wenming to feel the ten thousand yuan in his pocket and consider testing his luck once more. Despite having a luxury car at his disposal, he was on the brink of not being able to afford even the gas—a problem could arise at any moment.

His siblings sat at the dining table as they always did, the spread of food before them meager at best. Driven by the desire to provide a better life for them, Yuh Wenming was prepared to risk another venture to the night market in hopes of unearthing some treasures.

The ten thousand yuan in his pocket was his last shot at a comeback.

Upon arriving at the night market entrance, he immediately noticed a surveillance camera trained on him, giving him the eerie sense that someone was watching from the shadows. Puzzled by the camera's presence, he couldn't help but remark, "It seems you still don't trust me."

In a dimly lit surveillance room, Zhang Xinyue sat before a computer, her gaze fixed on Yuh Wenming's image on the screen. "Odd, why has he returned here? Is he really planning to confront someone inside?" she mused. It was highly unusual for a college student to frequent such a place.

Then, Yuh Wenming spotted a familiar vendor packing up his wares, ready to leave. Observing the man's demeanor and the items he held, Yuh Wenming sensed he was onto something truly valuable.

He climbed into the luxury car parked at the entrance of the Antique Market and tailed the vendor. The drive was all on main roads, giving him no cause to suspect he was being followed.

Although it was Yuh Wenming's first time behind the wheel of such a vehicle, he handled it with ease, following the car to a farmhouse on the outskirts of town. He took note of the surrounding signs, committing them to memory, and drove on.

The situation inside was complex, and no one knew what might unfold. The best course of action was to lower the car.

Without the car revealing his identity, entering alone seemed a more peaceful approach.

Before long, he found a parking space and parked with a subtle smile gracing his features.

The farmhouse was encircled by a fence, yet it posed no barrier to him as he made his way inside solo.

Yuh Wenming didn't take long to get inside, where he discovered a sizable crowd.

Unsure if they were affiliated, he refrained from approaching them hastily, wary of potential trouble.

A small vendor emerged from within and gestured to them, prompting a group to head inside.

The group found a spot to sit inside, hoping to secure a place.

Yuh Wenming trailed them, curious to overhear their conversation.

Peering through a window, he could see people concealed inside.

Their voices were faint, indistinct as the buzz of mosquitoes, leaving him clueless about their discussion.

He resisted the urge to open the window, fearing noise might escape.

The farmhouse was expansive, yet conspicuously unguarded, likely a temporary rental.

Being unable to hear them was inconsequential; seeing them was sufficient.

The table was strewn with bronze artifacts, seemingly fresh from excavation.

From his distance, Yuh Wenming couldn't discern the items.

Narrowing his eyes, he tried to recognize any familiar faces among them.

With Antiques Street teeming with people, there was no justifying their release.

He was about to use his phone when several individuals approached, tossing their bundles onto the table.

Yuh Wenming ducked his head, concealing his presence, and took another glance inside.

Three stout men entered, hauling a sack, and announced, "Take a look at these items—they're all treasures."

Such an abundance of bronze artifacts was only found underground; the surface bore no trace of such disarray.

"This spot won't do—I can't make out their wares."

The system mission had been delayed for far too long, sparing Yuh Wenming from confronting the individuals before him, which brought him a sense of relief.

His greatest concern was the prospect of facing them alone, as that would put him at a disadvantage.

He made a full loop around the farmhouse and noticed a number of people at the back, each armed with a tool or weapon.

Yuh Wenming froze, acutely aware of the potential surveillance cameras peppered around the property. Being caught on camera would leave him with no escape.

Sounds began to filter out from within. Yuh Wenming listened intently to their conversation, confirming his suspicions of their grave robber identities.

Peeking out at them, he couldn't resist placing his phone on the windowsill, hoping to capture their conversation.

He reasoned that if he could hear them from outside, his phone could certainly record them from inside without any issue.

His gaze fixed on the adjacent wall, he remained vigilant of any surrounding surveillance.

The absence of visible cameras didn't mean they weren't there. The fact that these individuals could enter and remove items was a testament to their capabilities.

Inhaling deeply, he muttered to himself, "I'm curious to see how you'll manage to escape."

His phone successfully recorded their entire conversation, a little gift from Yuh Wenming to them.

Later, he planned to reach out to Zhang Xinyue to gauge whether she still harbored any doubts about him.

Amidst the bickering inside, he could make out mentions of bronze artifacts.

Their dialogue revealed that they were not only skilled at retrieving items underground but also adept at crafting forgeries.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to transport such a quantity of artifacts, all while wearing smug smiles, curious to see if they could pull off their entire scheme.

Yuh Wenming risked another glance, eager to identify them.

Suddenly, a few heads turned towards the entrance, startling him into a crouch, too frightened to make a move for fear of alerting them.

Sweat beaded and fell from his forehead as he held his breath, not daring to even inhale deeply.

"Go guard outside, you lot," a voice commanded from within. "You've seen the treasure and all rushed in. Have you no fear of death?"

Upon hearing the noise, they came to their senses and started heading in Yuh Wenming's direction.

Yuh Wenming didn't waste time with pointless chatter; he bolted to the opposite side at once.

The farmhouse's expansive grounds meant he didn't have to worry about being pursued too closely.

Naturally, this all hinged on the fact that they couldn't discover someone was inside.

If they did, they'd surely dispatch everyone to hunt him down, leaving him with no chance of escape.