He definitely has an insider here. This insider should be Zhao Gang. When they first arrived at the villa, Zhuang Yichen was tripped by a long bench. While complaining, Aunt Zhang mentioned it, saying Zhao Gang for some reason suddenly wanted to search the villa and turned out everything in the storage room. When Zhuang Yichen asked, the reason given was that there was a theft next door, and it was to prevent thieves. This reason is too far-fetched and completely illogical. Obviously, Zhao Gang, at that time, was instructed by Boss Mi to scout ahead of time and successfully found the entrance. Zhao Gang has been with Zhuang Yichen for quite a while, unlike other players who temporarily get a new identity. Unless he is like Yu Shujun, a high-level player who can create a character profile out of nowhere, otherwise, Wen Nan thinks he should be an NPC but was controlled by other players. Using a tool or skill similar to a heart-penetrating parasite to directly force Zhao Gang to obey their manipulation. "President, I was attacked by the peripheral light of the Root Breaking Slash and lost control over Zhao Gang." In the living room of a rental apartment, a man with a short buzz cut, almost showing his scalp, had a deeply apologetic look on his face and bowed towards the man in a suit sitting on the sofa. The man gently raised his hand, indicating that the other should not blame himself, "Your identity has already been exposed, so I was originally going to call you back. Whether Zhao Gang is in trouble or not, it doesn’t matter." The buzz cut man was startled upon hearing this, "Exposed? I...I never even met them face to face." "I know, this has nothing to do with you." Carl Milak waved his hand, showing a slightly impatient expression. When he controlled the dachshund to go to the storage room, at the moment those two appeared in front of him, Carl Milak was already certain that the "Zhao Gang" he had previously planted beside Zhuang Yichen couldn’t be preserved. The other side would definitely figure out Zhao Gang’s identity. Even if Zhao Gang wasn’t in trouble this time, he might be driven out of that villa by other means. Seeing the president’s unpleasant face, the buzz cut man lowered his head, daring not to say anything more. Standing beside the sofa, a short-haired woman only wearing a leopard print bikini, laughed lightly and walked forward, kneeling beside Carl Milak’s legs, gently resting her chin on his thigh, looking up at Carl Milak, and asked: "Master, was that thing something you didn’t really want from the beginning?" Carl Milak raised his hand, pinched her chin, stared at her face for a while, then smiled, "Sanhua, you’re not my prettiest dog, nor my most capable one, but you’re always the one who understands me best." The woman called "Sanhua" had a slight twitch at the corner of her eyes but quickly smiled again, "Did I guess right? You indeed have concerns?" Though the treasure chest is important, since it was placed inside Zhuang Yichen’s home, obtaining it comes with a price. With Carl Milak’s experience, if he wants to open that entrance, besides needing a key item bound to Zhuang Yichen, the system might also require him to sign a property agreement. This is something Carl Milak could not accept. He could never fall in love with a dog he raised, could never marry a dog, and certainly would never share his property with a dog. Moreover, he had a vague premonition—after travelling through two instances, the Fragment might no longer be in that treasure chest. Where the Fragment is now, he doesn’t know. But he knows Jun Wuming is looking for Yu Shoushisan. In that case, it might as well be a favor, guide them to find the treasure chest. After that, he will be like the oriole behind the mantis. Of course, he wouldn’t tell Sanhua these thoughts, just raising his hand to rub her hair gently. The respectful buzz cut man beside them, slowly shifted his gaze from the two on the sofa to behind the sofa. Behind the sofa, there was a desk. Sitting on the desk was a woman, cross-legged, with her hands on her knees, her bangs falling down each cheek, covering the cheekbones, with a strange smile on her face, her eyes staring blankly ahead, like a worshipped Buddha statue. Motionless, as if she were dead. But the buzz cut man knew she wasn’t dead, she was a Strategy Character in the instance, tightly controlled by their president—"the little sister who was constantly watching everything around her greedily." In her current appearance, she looked quite like her persona, covetously eyeing everything around her, just lacking some vitality in the eyes. "Are you enjoying the view?" As he got absorbed, a voice from the president came next to his ears, startling the buzz cut man, making him withdraw his gaze anxiously, lowering his head again, looking at the system countdown in his mind, cautiously saying: "President, the time left on my first main storyline task... is running out." Carl Milak nodded, stood up, walked to the desk, took a small vinegar jar the size of a medicine bottle from the girl sitting on the desk, and handed it to the buzz cut man personally, "Go bind it, you’re the last one." The buzz cut man knew, for this instance, for ease of action, all members of their guild, including the president himself, would bind with the same character. According to the system’s explanation, some characters would provide multiple key items for multiple players to bind simultaneously, and this little sister in front of them was clearly such a character.