"Two days, then." Before Fan Xian could speak, Zhou Cheng added, "Don't worry, I won't damage your gun. And I won't use it to kill anyone during those two days."
Fan Xian frowned. "Then what are you after?"
Zhou Cheng said, "That's my business. All I'll guarantee is that afterward, I'll return it to its rightful owner, completely intact."
Fan Xian thought it over.
Given this bastard's way of doing things, if he refused, the man would most likely resort to dirty tricks-just as he had when he stole the Overlord True Energy.
He didn't think he could hold on to the case.
So Fan Xian decided to agree.
"Agreed. Once the case is open, if it really is a Barrett, I'll lend it to you for two days. Now you can tell me where the key is!"
Zhou Cheng nodded and said bluntly:
"The key is in the Empress Dowager's bedchamber, in a hidden compartment beneath her bed."
Fan Xian's eyes widened, and he scratched his head.
"Wait!"
He turned in a circle, his face full of confusion.
"Why would my mother's key be in the Empress Dowager's hands? Were they close when my mother was alive?"
The moment Fan Xian asked that question, Chen Pingping's expression turned ugly.
Zhou Cheng looked at him and explained:
"Back then, it was the Empress Dowager's and the Empress's people who led the men that surrounded and killed Ye Qingmei. After Ye Qingmei died, the key she carried on her fell into the Empress Dowager's hands. Although the Empress Dowager didn't know what it was for, she thought that anything Ye Qingmei carried everywhere must be incredibly important. So she hid it in her bedchamber, beneath her bed, and took a look at it every few days."
"..."
Fan Xian felt utterly