The surveillance room was packed with screens, lined up like a wall.

Blue-and-white light bathed Vio’s face, casting his features in sharp, stark relief.

He sat in the chair right in the middle, spinning the white lighter in his hand—on and off, on and off.

The flame would flare up and then die out, flickering in the dim light.

The footage on the screens kept cutting back and forth, all showing the same person.

Qin Qinxi.

From different angles, at different times, in different places.

She stood at the entrance of a hardware store, head down, looking at her phone,

She sat in a fruit-tea shop, chatting with Maria,

She walked along the streets of the Jebel Ali Free Zone, her black hair fluttering in the wind.

Ever since that old man kidnapped her last time, he’d backed up all the surveillance footage from the Jebel Ali area.

Not because he was worried about her—no, he just didn’t like anyone messing with his territory.

Later, after the Shadow incident, he conveniently pulled up the surveillance from that whole stretch of road as well.

Back then, he hadn’t quite figured out Dmitri’s game,

But now he did: it wasn’t an assassination at all—it was just Dmitri testing the waters.

Those people were all Dmitri’s assassins, too.

Dmitri was trying to see whether this woman was on his side.

He couldn’t help but laugh at the thought.

Did he really think this woman was his weak spot? That he could use her as a foothold?

He had no weak spots. Not now, and never will.

This woman was nothing more than his plaything.

Bali was watching the other half of the feed.

He was watching intently, eyes glued to the screen, fingers flying over the keyboard as he switched to another angle.

“Boss,” he called out, without turning around; his gaze stayed fixed on the screen.

Vio glanced over casually.

On the screen, at the corner of a street in the Jebel Ali Free Zone, Qin Qinxi was standing there.

A young woman walked up to her—a person of Asian descent,

Her hair dyed a deep brown, wearing a pale pink dress, holding a cup of milk tea, smiling.

For some reason, Qin Qinxi’s eyes lit up.

She pulled out her phone, tapped it a few times, and handed it to the other woman.

The other woman also took out her phone, and the two scanned each other’s codes.

Then Qin Qinxi smiled, put her phone away, said something to the other woman, and turned to walk away.

The other woman stood there for a moment, took a sip of her milk tea, watched Qin Qinxi walk off into the alley beside her.

Vio’s finger hovered over the lighter, not pressing it down.

“Follow her,” he ordered.

“Yes,” Bali replied, immediately switching angles, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

The footage on the screen jumped from one scene to another—from this street to that one, from one intersection to the next.

Because Qin Qinxi had left Maria at a fruit-tea shop and gone off on her own,

She didn’t go back to look for Maria; instead, she followed the new woman deeper into the Jebel Ali Free Zone.

Vio stared at the tiny white figure on the screen and suddenly felt like laughing.

Was she really that easy to fool?

He fixed his gaze on the figure, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest.

The camera kept tracking Qin Qinxi.

She and the other woman turned into an alley—not very wide, with high walls on either side, so the cameras could only capture the entrance.

They went inside and disappeared from view.

He’d already arranged for surveillance in this area, leaving no blind spots.

“Bali,” the man said.

“Yes.”

Bali immediately brought up the footage from deep inside the alley.

Only half of it was visible—the other half was blocked by the wall.

But even that half was enough.

When a pair of men’s black leather shoes appeared on the screen, followed by the legs of a dark gray suit,

Vio felt a pang in his chest.

That woman had taken Qin Qinxi to meet a man.

The camera could only show Qin Qinxi’s back—she was standing there, while the man’s lower body was on the opposite side.

His face was hidden behind the wall, so you couldn’t make him out.

They stood there, as if they were talking.

Qin Qinxi’s back was straight, her head tilted slightly upward, as if she were looking at the man’s face.

Her hands hung loosely at her sides—no clenched fists, no tugging at her clothes, completely relaxed. She was smiling.

You could tell she was smiling just from her posture: her shoulders were slightly raised, her head tilted ever so slightly, as if she were listening to something funny the other person was saying.

Vio had no idea what was going on.

He even hoped the man would kidnap her and he’d come to rescue her.

Instead of her being there, perfectly at ease, chatting happily with the man, her eyes sparkling, completely lost in the conversation, forgetting who she was.

End of Chapter 62: Chapter 62