Dodge tilted his head back, his eyes fixed on the ceiling of the cabin, lost in thought. He seemed to be recalling the events of the past few days. After maintaining this posture for more than a minute, Dodge slowly lowered his head, focused his gaze on us, and began to speak.

"...Last week, you asked me to investigate Dr. Han's whereabouts, right? So, I immediately started looking into it.

The first thing I did was to reorganize my network of contacts within the Z organization. Too many changes had occurred during the two years I was gone, especially after Mr. Strange's death. My network within the Z organization had become fragmented.

After sorting through my contacts, I found that I could reach less than a tenth of the people I used to know. Some were dead, some had been arrested by the authorities, some were missing, and others, even if I managed to contact them, were vague and deliberately distant in their attitude and tone. I knew they had completely abandoned me and joined the new camp cultivated by Dr. Han.

Then, among the people I could still contact, I continued to search for information about Dr. Han's movements.

I have a friend in the Z organization named Leslie. I helped him when he was in dire straits, and Leslie is loyal to me. I trust him very much.

Leslie provided me with a very important and valuable piece of information, which allowed me to roughly grasp Dr. Han's movements.

Password: 伍陸彡74彡陸7伍

Leslie had participated in organizational activities in China and knew the composition of the Z organization's personnel there very well. During that time, he made several good Chinese friends, and they have maintained contact ever since.

Just a few days ago, when I was asking Leslie about Dr. Han, Leslie inadvertently revealed a strange incident involving members of the Z organization in China."

"Oh? What strange incident?" Even I became interested and couldn't help but interject. "Did something happen to the Z organization in China?"

Dodge explained, "It's not exactly an incident, but it's a very strange thing. Leslie has a friend in China named An Wenshan..."

"Wait!" Fatty suddenly interrupted Dodge. "An Wenshan..."

Fatty muttered and repeated the name, and I could tell from his expression that the name rang a bell.

Fatty couldn't immediately recall where he had heard the name "An Wenshan," but he felt very familiar with it. He kept repeating An Wenshan's name, his brow furrowed, as if he wouldn't give up until he remembered.

Just as Fatty was thinking, Rui blurted out, "An Wenshan, that's the person in the desert!"

Rui was the first to recall who An Wenshan was. "He was the ruthless person who killed those who threatened us and finally sent us out of the desert."

After Rui's reminder, Fatty seemed to have an epiphany and remembered the person associated with the name. "Right! Right! Right! It's him!"

"But what does this have to do with anything?" Fatty refocused his gaze on Dodge, hoping to glean the connection between An Wenshan and Han Yu's whereabouts from Dodge.

"Many members of the Z organization operating in China are gamblers, and An Wenshan is one of them. They love to bet on soccer and horse racing, but there are few channels for placing bets in China, so they place their bets abroad through Leslie and settle their profits through Leslie as well. Leslie takes a commission from it, one to three percent of each settlement. Leslie is reliable, so everyone goes to him.

Betting is possible every day, but settlements are usually done periodically. Recently, the latest horse racing settlement came out. An Wenshan made a fortune of $30,000 in this horse race. However, An Wenshan didn't ask Leslie for the winnings, and Leslie hasn't been able to contact An Wenshan. Coincidentally, An Wenshan went missing the day after Dr. Han disappeared."

"What does this prove? An Wenshan could be missing or dead, right? We can't conclude that he has any direct connection with Han Yu, can we?" I asked impatiently.

Dodge shook his head and said, "Young Master, don't be anxious, let me finish. Leslie told me that An Wenshan has always been punctual. He's never missed a bet or settlement before. All the members of the Z organization in China have contacted Leslie after this settlement, except for An Wenshan, who hasn't been heard from at all, as if he's vanished into thin air."

"That's the same situation if An Wenshan is dead. Why are you so sure that An Wenshan is related to Han Yu?" Fatty also questioned Dodge's words and couldn't help but interrupt.

Dodge was already annoyed by my and Fatty's two consecutive interruptions. He ruffled his hair haphazardly and replied impatiently, "Let me finish! Let me finish! Just let me finish!"

Seeing Dodge "lose it," Fatty and I obediently squatted to the side without a word.