At Mole's tip, Xu Lang gave a sinister smile from his seat in the collection's surveillance center. He was a consultant now, with plenty of authority. Tonight, he could make his big move. Why tonight? Snow had begun falling across Europe, winter was approaching, and the Yan-Huang Spring Festival was drawing near. Even if Benedict V was unwilling, he had to leave briefly to comfort the faithful in disaster-stricken areas. As for the missing Genesis, he had secretly entrusted the investigation to his own guards.
Xu Lang was one of the people in charge. Did that count as a thief crying thief? No one knew, anyway.
So the security captain decided to act tonight. No one could search His Holiness Benedict's motorcade; even Grant wouldn't dare, not even over a missing priceless artifact. Tonight was the perfect opportunity. Tomorrow, they would leave with the motorcade, free as birds in the open sky.
Ding! A notification appeared on his phone. "I want the Bronze Head. Everything proceeds as planned. I'll send someone to scout the place tonight. Your job is to cooperate!"
Yan Bing had contacted Xu Lang again through the intermediary. The security captain laughed. "Cooperate? Heh, I'm making my move tonight. Let you take it? What would I earn then? Just be a good little scapegoat!"
Xu Lang smiled darkly. Every man for himself, and the devil take the hindmost. Once he had the item, he could sell it to anyone he liked, leaving Yan Bing to suffer in silence. "Trying to pressure me? You think I'm an easy target?"
Achoo! Yan Bing sneezed for no apparent reason. He had no idea that after their phone call, Scarface had poured out his grievances to Xu Lang with great feeling, describing him as a shameless, despicable, hotheaded buyer who had