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When Chen Zuyan came out of the study, the two guards in the living room immediately stood at attention.

Then they saw a person following behind Chen Zuyan.

He was in his early twenties, with a handsome face, wearing a dark long gown, his hands behind his back, walking at a leisurely pace. He had no military uniform, no identification, and no markings.

The young man did not use a gun to hold Chen Zuyan hostage, nor did he even look up at the two of them.

A sense of unease surged within both guards simultaneously: 'Who is this person? How did he get into the room!'

Both guards simultaneously reached for their waists.

"Don't move." Chen Zuyan said coldly without even turning her head.

The two guards froze in mid-air, their eyes darting back and forth between Chen Zuyan and the young man, completely bewildered.

Chen Zuyan walked out of the gate and stood on the steps: "Call a taxi."

One of the guards quickly went down to call a car—Chen Zuyan naturally had her own driver and car.

The car arrived quickly.

Chen Zuyan opened the back door and got in, while Chen Zhan got in from the other side and sat next to him.

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, and the guard in the passenger seat was also looking in the mirror. The two exchanged a glance, neither daring to ask.

"Go back to headquarters."

The car started and drove out of the alley.

The car was quiet.

Chen Zuyan sat on the left side of the back seat, looking out the window.

The streets began to fill with pedestrians in the early morning, rickshaws turned out from the intersection, and steam rose from the steamers of breakfast stalls.

Chen Zhan sat on the right, also looking out the window, his posture relaxed, as if he were going to an ordinary appointment in a friend's car.

Chen Zuyan suddenly spoke, her voice very low: "You're just coming in with me like this?"

"Ah."

There are several hundred people inside.

"It's alright, I don't mind."

Chen Zuyan was silent for a few moments, then said, "When does the three days you promised start?"

"Start counting from when the person came out."

Chen Zuyan did not say anything more, and the car stopped at the gate of the garrison command.

Chen Zuyan got out of the car first, followed by Chen Zhan.

The sentry at the gate saw Chen Zuyan and stood at attention and saluted.

Then they saw the person next to Chen Zuyan, a young man in his twenties, not wearing a military uniform, without any formalities, swaggering along with the section chief into the compound.

The sentry opened his mouth, wanting to stop him.

Chen Zuyan didn't stop walking, nor did she glance in their direction. The sentry looked at the section chief's face, which was ashen, as if something terrible had happened, and dared not speak.

The two walked into the courtyard side by side.

People in the courtyard turned their heads to look. A young man in plain clothes was following the director. He had an indescribable air about him that didn't seem to match his age.

Crossing the courtyard, no one had ever seen this person before, and no one dared to ask.

Chen Zuyan's face was ashen, and she walked quickly, showing no intention of explaining herself to anyone.

The small building on the east side is right in front of us.

Before we even reached the entrance of the small building, two people came out from the direction of the guesthouse.

They had identical faces, identical height and build, wore gray cloth robes, their hands behind their backs, and walked with extremely steady steps. One of them had a bandage on his right arm and gauze on his shoulder.

The two people walked towards Chen Zhan and stopped five steps away.

Chen Zhan glanced at them.

Twins, two masters.

The two individuals possessed strong, profound, and deep auras, indicating a deep foundation and the potential to reach the Core Formation stage.

However, he only glanced at it and didn't stop walking.

The expressions of the two people opposite them changed slightly.

They sensed the aura emanating from the young man before them.
It is as still as an empty abyss.

It's a strange feeling. Even though the person is right in front of you, you can't sense them at all if you close your eyes.

With their combined skill, they could hear each other's heartbeats from dozens of meters away, but in those dozens of meters, those few dozen steps, and those dozen seconds, there wasn't a single heartbeat.
How can this be?

The deeper the skill of a master of internal martial arts, the slower their breathing and the slower their heartbeat.

But even at its slowest, it's impossible for it to stop beating for more than ten seconds, right?
Chen Zuyan and Chen Zhan walked up to them and stood still. More than twenty seconds had passed, but there was still no heartbeat!

Qin Zhun pulled his hand out from behind his back, while Qin Heng slightly raised his left hand.

The air in the courtyard seemed to freeze. Several officers and clerks passing by sensed something, slowed their pace, and looked in this direction.

Chen Zuyan glanced at the Qin brothers.

"He came with me, move aside."

Qin Zhun stared at Chen Zhan, not giving way: "Director, this person—"

"Get out of the way."

Chen Zuyan raised her voice by half a point.

If she is being held hostage by someone else, Chen Zuyan will exchange a glance with her two brothers, as they have already discussed it beforehand and use their eyes as a signal.

But behind him was Chen Zhan.

If he were to attack, he would surely die, Chen Zhan would definitely escape, and his wife, children, and elderly parents in Nanjing would undoubtedly perish.

There's no doubt about Chen Zhan's ruthlessness.

Qin Zhun and Qin Heng exchanged a glance, not receiving the signal, and slowly stepped aside to make way.

Chen Zhan walked past them without even glancing at them for long.

Qin Heng stared at his retreating figure, his gaze icy.

The small building on the east side.

Chen Zuyan led Chen Zhan down to the basement. The corridor was dimly lit, with yellowish light, and the air smelled damp and disinfectant. At the end of the corridor was the door to the interrogation room.

The guard at the gate saw Chen Zuyan and stood at attention.

"Open the doors, both rooms number two and number one."

The guard took out his key and opened the door to room number two first.

The iron gate was pushed open.

The interrogation room was dimly lit.

Ye Ningzhen sat on the iron chair, her handcuffs still on. The wound on her shoulder had been treated and was bandaged. Her complexion was actually better than before. She could eat and drink normally and did not suffer any grievances.

At this moment, he even seemed to be radiant.

She heard the door open and looked up to see Chen Zuyan.

Chen Zuyan walked to the iron chair, took the key from the guard, and personally unlocked the handcuffs on Ye Ningzhen's hands.

The handcuffs fell to the ground, the metallic sound echoing in the interrogation room.

Ye Ningzhen was stunned for a moment, looking at Chen Zuyan, at the unlocked handcuffs, and at the deep marks on her wrists.

"What do you mean?"

"you can go now."

After finishing her speech, Chen Zuyan turned and left the interrogation room. She walked to the door of cell number one and asked the guard to open the door as well.

The bluebird was brought out, looking completely bewildered.

Ye Ningzhen stood up and swayed slightly. Having been locked to the stool for two days and unable to move, her legs were feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He walked out of the interrogation room and stood in the corridor.

Chen Zuyan remained expressionless, while Qingniao stood beside her, rubbing her wrist.

"Why did you let me go?" Ye Ningzhen looked at Chen Zuyan with a wary gaze.

Chen Zuyan did not answer, but glanced at the end of the corridor.

Ye Ningzhen followed his gaze and looked over. The lights were dim, and the corridor was short, only a few steps away.

The person stood under the light, hands behind their back, with a calm expression.

He looked to be in his early twenties, with a handsome face, deep-set eyes, and an extremely straight back.

Ye Ningzhen's body stiffened.

This face.

The face she had dreamed of countless times, the face that would appear when she closed her eyes on the most desperate nights.

It's been over ten years, and it's exactly the same.

Her mind went blank for a moment, all thoughts were drained, and only the face in front of her filled her entire field of vision.

I took a step forward, an uncontrollable step.

Then he stopped, his lips moved slightly, and a sound was squeezed out of his throat, very soft and trembling.

".you."

One word, but I can't say the second.

Months of assassinations, a gunshot wound to the shoulder, two days and two nights on the iron chair, thinking he might die here.

Everything rushed to her the moment she saw that face, choking her chest and throat, making it hard for her to breathe.

Her eyes welled up with tears.

Chen Zhan looked at her; she had lost weight, her shoulders were wrapped in gauze, there were deep marks on her wrists from the handcuffs, and there were dark circles under her eyes.

But the eyes are still the same, just like they were more than ten years ago.

"I've come to pick you up."

Ye Ningzhen stood in the corridor, took a deep breath, and suppressed all her emotions.

The tears welling up in her eyes didn't fall; she walked over and stood in front of him.

I looked up at that face and stared at it for a long time.

She uttered a single word, as if expressing all her emotions: "Mmm."

Chen Zhan turned around and walked ahead, with Ye Ningzhen following behind him and Qingniao following behind Ye Ningzhen.

The three of them walked up the corridor, went up the stairs, left the basement, pushed open the door of the small building, and walked into the courtyard.

The morning sun shone from the east, illuminating the three people.

Ye Ningzhen was locked up for two days. The moment she came out of the basement, the sunlight was so bright that she squinted.

The people in the courtyard were all watching them, and some people walked over.

"Let them go."

After Chen Zuyan finished speaking, she stood at the entrance of the small building, her hands in her military uniform pockets, watching the three people cross the courtyard and walk towards the gate.

The Qin brothers stood in front of the guesthouse, looking at Chen Zuyan with some confusion. They couldn't understand why the three of them had been let go.

There are hundreds of people here, more than a dozen machine guns, and two experts at the Dan level. It makes no sense.
But they couldn't move without Chen Zuyan's order.

The three people walked through the courtyard, through the gate, and out.

The sentry watched them leave, not daring to utter a single word.

The door closed behind me.

Sunlight shone on the street, and the leaves of the plane trees rustled in the wind.

Ye Ningzhen walked behind Chen Zhan, looking at his back. He looked like he was in his twenties, exactly the same as when he walked on the streets of Tianjin, Fengtian, and Foshan more than ten years ago.

There has been absolutely no change.

But I am different from how I was more than a decade ago.
Her eyes reddened again, but she suppressed it.

Inside the garrison command headquarters, Chen Zuyan watched the gate close, stood for a few moments, then turned and walked towards the office building.

I walked into the office, sat down, and picked up the phone on the table.

"To Nanjing." (End of Chapter)