Upon learning that the buyer of the Eight-footed Jade Hook was the Amazon boss, Qi Yun was still a bit surprised despite his caution. That man was a top business mogul who had been the world’s richest person multiple times.

Logically, such a high-caliber individual had promised Harris to keep the transaction confidential, making the likelihood of him leaking information quite low. Moreover, he didn’t know about Qi Yun’s involvement.

So where did it go wrong?

Qi Yun shook his head, momentarily setting aside these thoughts, and then said to Harris, "I’m planning to pull off something big, and I need your support."

"No problem! Whatever you need me to do, just let me know!"

Harris agreed readily, but upon hearing Qi Yun’s answer, he instantly wanted to take back his words.

"I’m going after the Emperor."

"Going after..."

"The Emperor!?" Harris nearly thought he had misheard and shouted incredulously, "You want to kill the Emperor!?"

Qi Yun exhaled a long puff of smoke: "My wife and daughter almost didn’t make it. This debt, I must settle with him."

"Besides, it’s already confirmed that the other party is out for revenge, and they won’t give up easily. This is evident from the repeated attacks we’ve faced."

"Unless we return the Eight-footed Jade Hook to him, it’s either him or us."

"I can’t tolerate my family constantly being in danger."

Harris’s breathing became heavy, clearly shocked by Qi Yun’s audacious plan, taking a while to calm down.

After some time, he lowered his voice, "Qi! Are you crazy? That’s the Emperor of Japan!"

"If you do kill him, the Japanese government will go mad trying to catch you, possibly causing trouble for your country!"

"Even your friend Mr. Fu wouldn’t be able to protect you!"

Feeling somewhat out of line, he paused then spoke more calmly, "I can understand how you feel; if my family were attacked, I’d be enraged too, but don’t make any impulsive decisions!"

"I can help you find the attackers and hand them over to you to deal with..."

He was genuinely scared. If Qi Yun actually did this, he could easily drag Harris down with him.

If the Emperor were assassinated, the Japanese government would surely go berserk, even if the politicians weigh the pros and cons, the public would push them to madness.

By then... it would become a relentless vendetta.

Harris would never see the daylight again...

"No need for you to act; those attackers have already been buried by me."

Qi Yun discarded his cigarette butt, his tone turning serious, "You don’t need to worry about the Japanese government. Even if the matter gets exposed, I have my ways to make them cover up the truth voluntarily."

"Now my people have already set out for Japan. I need you to provide weapons and vehicles."

"Tell me your answer."

Harris was frantically rubbing his cheeks on the other end of the phone, his mind racing.

Once the bowstring is pulled, there’s no turning back; if he gets involved, he’d truly be trapped in it. One wrong move, and his fate could end up like Arden’s.

But thinking carefully, what Qi Yun said made sense.

Unless they return the Eight-footed Jade Hook, this matter won’t end.

But the item has been sold; can they get it back?

Even at ten times the price, it might not be possible to buy it back.

He’s the world’s richest person; is he short of money?

"Whew~"

Harris took a deep breath, a fierce look in his eyes: "Alright! I’ll rearrange it immediately!"

He didn’t want to have a blade hanging over his neck indefinitely. Having dodged the last attack, what about next time?

It might be him or someone close...

Since Qi Yun was confident in resolving the subsequent troubles, he decided to bet this once.

Having received a positive answer, Qi Yun nodded in satisfaction, "Don’t worry, I never let down my friends."

"Later, my person will contact you..."

...

With the matter settled, Qi Yun first went to Guo An to meet Director Duan, then took a trip to S Prefecture to visit Old Hou.

Yesterday, the news report showed that the other side didn’t intervene, indirectly giving face to him.

Now that Zhao Qing and Duan Pingyu were safe, and the attackers had been caught, this matter was temporarily concluded. He needed to personally visit and explain.

In truth, Qi Yun felt a bit uncomfortable with this person, naturally due to the last dispute with Old He where the latter had clearly sided with him.

But it was understandable; back then, Qi Yun wasn’t someone worth noticing.

Meeting again this time, Old Hou’s attitude was notably more enthusiastic, not only personally serving him tea but also maintaining a kind tone throughout.

This made Qi Yun feel inwardly grateful, realizing the "Fu Wentao" name’s value was still rising.

The counterpart was quite busy, so Qi Yun didn’t stay long, expressing his thanks indirectly, and then taking leave.

Exiting the compound, Qi Yun called Zhong Rui, instructing him to find Zhang Dayong and confirm that million-dollar bounty matter.

Just after hanging up the call, Brother Hui phoned him promptly.

"Brother Qi, that guy’s luck has been really good these past two days. Not only didn’t he lose the twenty million, but he even managed to win quite a bit back..."

On hearing this, Qi Yun slapped his forehead, almost forgetting about this matter.

Made Brother Hui waste two days for nothing...

"Sorry about that, Brother Hui, no need to bother with that gambler anymore; I have a method to deal with this."

"Try to find out the casino boss’s number; I need a chat with him. Soon you’ll be dealing transfer paperwork."

"Oh?" Brother Hui paused, not knowing what method Qi Yun had, but quickly agreed, "Alright, alright."

Within five minutes, Brother Hui texted over the Good Fortune Casino boss’s number.

Qi Yun glanced at the number on his phone and dialed directly.

The phone rang three times before it got answered.

"Is this Mr. Fernan?"

"Yes, who’s this?"

"Allow me to introduce myself; I’m Qi Yun. I’m calling because I want that piece of land in Alaska you own."

"Sorry, I don’t plan to sell that land. Don’t call me about this again." Upon hearing the topic, the counterpart impatiently sought to hang up.

"Ha ha, Mr. Fernan, no rush." Qi Yun chuckled lightly, calmly proceeding, "You should be familiar with the name Chen Xiaozhi, right?"

"If I’m not mistaken, he used to work at your Good Fortune Casino."

"Chen Xiaozhi!?" On hearing this name, Fernan’s tone immediately turned wary, "I don’t know any Chen Xiaozhi!"

"Is that so? No worries, I’ll send you a picture. After seeing it, you might remember."

"But my time is limited; if I don’t hear back in five minutes, I’ll send it to the Times reporter."