Bi Xia just planned to speak up and retort when she heard 007 say, "But, you know, speaking of the fate between the Sovereign and Qin Zhan, it’s all thanks to the Sovereign’s bad sense of direction. Without it, where would Qin Zhan be? Don’t you think so?"
Bi Xia: ...
"Well, you can’t say it like that," Xiao Wu said, "When they were racing at Qingpan Mountain before, wasn’t Qin Zhan there too? You can only say the two were destined to meet!"
Bi Xia smiled and nodded, still thinking Xiao Wu was the cutest.
"Nonsense," 007 retorted, "Think about it, in the pitch dark at that time, if they hadn’t accidentally met first, do you think that cold-blooded Qin Zhan would have let Qinghai Gang’s Liu Kai’s people stop Xiong Liang?"
"So yeah, it’s still the bad sense of direction that led to their destined meeting!"
Bi Xia: ...I really want to hit someone!
Then Xiao Wu said, "Even if you are right, maybe sister can remember this path!"
hummed leisurely and shook his head, continuing to type on the keyboard, "Expecting someone with a bad sense of direction to remember a path, you’re really overthinking!"
Bi Xia: ...
You... MMP!!!!
’007, have you even started checking before you randomly left your post?!’ Bi Xia’s voice was gentle, catching 007 off guard.
stiffened, coughed lightly, and immediately started working again, "Wait, this is a technical job. I can only start scanning An Yi’s recent signals through all communication records in Qing City, then lock onto the area and conduct a one-by-one search. If they’ve confiscated Qu Zian’s phone, there’s nothing more I can do."
Bi Xia’s face darkened, ’Do your best...’ Suddenly she paused, ’Have you ever recorded Brother Zi’an’s spiritual power before?’
shook his head, "Qu Zian is just an ordinary person, he doesn’t have high spiritual power. He only has keen intuition."
Taking a deep breath, Bi Xia said, ’I understand, do your best to find it... we can’t end up being the passive ones.’
nodded, pausing and then said, "I think... if we wait for Chu Wu to send over the information, I could try again..."
"Mr. Jiu, all the guns you wanted are here. Mr. Wu explained that you can use as many as you need." Han Xuan stood in front of the warehouse, turning the door and opening it before speaking to Bi Xia.
"Thank you for your hard work, I understand..." Bi Xia looked at the arsenal in the warehouse, then turned her gaze towards Meng Chi and Ye Xiao, "Chi, Xiao, go get them."
Saying this, she looked back at Han Xuan, "We appreciate your help today."
Han Xuan smiled, "It’s nothing. Since coming to Qing City, our people haven’t had much action. Now that people from Beijing are here, we should give them a good show."
"Oh, and Mr. Jiu," Han Xuan looked at Bi Xia, pointing at the cold weapons in the warehouse, "Although we’re not allowed to hoard these things, since we work underground, these things are essential."
"You’re much younger than me, and I could be considered an amateur veteran," Han Xuan stroked his chin, "I know the Nine Pavilion’s underground status in Qing City is irreplaceable, but facing foreign enemies, there are still many defensive measures to improve."
"Oh?" Bi Xia raised an eyebrow, "Please, enlighten me."
"It’s not really enlightenment," Han Xuan shook his head with a smile, "Just some advice from someone with experience."
"For instance, when facing the enemy, having an excess of weapons is essential to ensure you have a weapon for self-defense."
"So, my first advice is," Han Xuan looked at Bi Xia, "to have your own weapon supplier."
"This weapon supplier must be absolutely reliable."
"Secondly," Han Xuan raised his second finger, "you need your own intelligence network. Only then can you ensure getting accurate information about who is attacking you or who you need to find at the earliest opportunity."
Bi Xia slightly lowered her eyes, weapons supplier... intelligence network... huh.