Of course, Ke Zhenhao wouldn't say that he was called back about marrying Fang Ying, well, it was settled.

Not necessarily.

It's just a perfunctory old man, when the time comes, the Fang family will no longer exist, and his marriage contract with Fang Ying can continue? Even an old man wouldn't agree. Without interests to follow, what is the use of marriage.

After lulling Ke Tongyue to sleep, Ke Zhenhao walked to the balcony and made a phone call, "How are you preparing?" "The voice is very low, like a cello low and pleasant.

"Rest assured, boss, everything is ready, just wait for two days."

Ke Zhenhao sighed and hung up the phone.

A cruel and cold smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth, Fang family, it's over.

Do you think it's okay not to receive gifts? Oh, these people are always naïve.

Two days later, the Fang family had a birthday banquet.

The birthday banquet was held in the old house of the Fang family, and the hall was very well decorated, well, it was a very popular Western-style style, and before seven o'clock, there were guests arriving.

Siru stood upstairs, watching more and more people below, everyone had just the right smile on their faces, and more than three or five people gathered together, chatting and greeting, looking happy.

Wearing a mask, who knows if there is a person or a ghost under the mask.

Siru turned to leave, and if she guessed correctly, the little mouse was coming.

Waiting for the rats, she quietly watched how Ke Zhenhao was going to play.

Old Man Fang's eighty birthday is very important, the birthday banquet is very large, after all, the guests who came to the banquet are not ordinary people.

Although Siru had already reminded him, the Fang family had also conducted an all-round and very detailed inspection of the entire villa, and even the servants and guards were warned one by one not to carry anything suspicious and private, and if they found it, they had to report it immediately.

It's strict.

For ordinary people, it is very useful, but Ke Zhenhao is not an ordinary person.

Throwing a banquet is a hassle.

It is necessary to decorate the hall, garden, prepare meals, fruits, prepare drinks, well, and receive ceremonial waiters, etc.

A lot anyway.

Obviously, the Fang family's own servants are not enough, so they need to be found from outside.

But it's not as written, recruiting scattered waiters like college students, there is a professional team in charge.

Carpenters, florists, pastry chefs, gaffers, bartenders, cleaners, and a large number of waiters.

Ke Zhenhao casually stuffed a few people in, and there was no difficulty at all.

Although everyone enters will be subject to strict checks, there will always be oversights.

Ke Zhenhao's subordinates are all elites of the elite, and there is no shortage of camouflage schemes, and there is no problem in bringing some things in.

What's more, on the day of the banquet, there were many guests, and they were already very busy, which gave them an opportunity.

Siru was standing upstairs, her room window facing the garden.

In the garden, it is not brightly lit, there is a low lamp not far away, the light is soft and romantic, and the tree shadow flower garden fountain pavilion has a hazy beauty.

Suddenly, a figure flashed around the corner, and by the dim light, Siru saw that the man was wearing a gray and gray worker's uniform, and a peaked cap of the same color on his head, the brim of which was pulled very low, covering most of his face, revealing a square jaw and thin lips.

He carried a smoky grey tool bag in his hand, not too large, only medium-sized, and walked quickly through the garden, looking at his very relaxed appearance, as if the bulging bag contained only a pocket of air.

There was no one in the garden at this time, and the banquet was about to begin, and everyone was in the hall. He easily passed through the garden and entered the side door of the villa.

Siru lowered her eyes, and her slightly hooked lips showed that she was in a good mood at the moment, here, then don't go.

The night breeze was cool and cool, and the white soft tulle curtains moved gently, and behind the curtains, there was no one.

The Fang family's old mansion was very large, and Nighthawk was carrying a tool bag, moving easily and quickly, as if the gold in the bag had no weight at all for him.

Although he had only been at Fang's house for a few days, he had already carved the layout of the entire villa into his mind, and he acted like a fish in water.

He climbed up a flight of stairs, through a dimly lit passage, at the end of the passage, there was a door, he carried his bag, put his ear on the door, his ears moved, and then gently pushed the door open a thin slit, to make sure that there was no one, and then slowly opened the door, like a loach, and slid out quickly.

In the corridor, the lights were bright, but there was no one at the moment, Nighthawk lowered his head and walked quickly, the bag in his hand seemed to have no weight at all.

Turning the corner, a person came in front of him, he had a handsome face, a long figure, a pair of golden eyes on the bridge of his nose, and a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, looking particularly handsome.

A business upstart.

But strangely, he saw Nighthawk without the slightest strangeness on his face.

In the main building of the villa, well, or on the second floor, a very important and private place, a worker carrying a toolbox appeared, walking in a hurry.

The two passed by, and Nighthawk glanced up at the man, and after a brief second of eye contact, they quickly separated.

It looks like two people who don't know each other at all.

Nighthawk quickly disappeared into the hallway.

He went up to the third floor.

The third floor happens to be the study of the old man of the Fang family.

At this point, the banquet has already begun.

Nighthawk quickly and lightly opened the door to the study, and slipped in sideways.

Mr. Fang's study has a sense of history, and the rows of mahogany bookshelves are full of ancient and modern Chinese and foreign masterpieces.

He carried his bag, walked straight to the safe in the corner of the study, put the bag aside, squatted down, took out a slender needle from his pocket, inserted it slowly, and after a few pounds, the door of the safe opened.

Inside, it's empty.

There were a few old-looking letters, a set of bright red clothes, and a very delicate and quaint sandalwood chest.

Nighthawk lowered his eyes, quickly vacated the contents of the cabinet, placed them on the ground, opened the toolkit, took out a box wrapped in black satin silk from inside, and gently placed it on the top of the safe.

The rest, it's gold.

One by one, each one the same size, emitting a faint golden glow in the corner of the unlit study.

In the face of so much gold, Nighthawk had no expression on his face, as if it was not gold in front of him, but dung.

He quickly put the gold into the safe, the cabinet was not very large, only half a man high, well, about eighty centimeters, the bag of gold stuffed the cabinet to the brim.

I checked it again to make sure there was no problem before closing the cabinet door.

Just as he was about to lower his head and put the original contents of the safe on the ground into his bag, he heard a crisp laughing voice in his ear.

"Ah, catch a thief."

Nighthawk:......

Before I could react, I only felt a sudden pain behind my ear, and I didn't know anything.

Before he passed out, there was only one voice in his head.

In the end, who is it.