[GB] Boss Ruan, your husband doesn't want you anymore.

The cold wind grew even more biting. After Huo Jingmo left, Ruan Qian'an handed Xiangxiang over to Chi Xiao and then headed to Dark City.

Chi Xiao coaxed Xiang Xiang, looking at Ruan Qian'an with a sad expression. He knew that his boss was doing all this to get Huo Jingmo out of here, so that he wouldn't be distracted when dealing with matters in Dark City and could also ensure Huo Jingmo's safety.

Since the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs is Huo Jingmo's chosen partner, she is willing to go with the flow.

Of course, she also made preparations for Huo Jingmo's safety. If the Bureau of Extraordinary Management did anything, she wouldn't mind making the Bureau disappear from this world.

Chi Xiao pleaded, "Boss, you're too weak. Can't you recover before you go?" His beloved had disappeared without a trace, and he didn't want anything to happen to his boss. Otherwise, he truly didn't know what to do.

Ruan Qian'an slowly shook his head: "That's enough to deal with them."

The pale moonlight shone through the clouds, illuminating the room. Ruan Qian'an had already disappeared from Chi Xiao's sight.

Chi Xiao sighed softly.

He carried Xiangxiang in his arms, patted her back, and walked into the house, coaxing her, "Good girl, good girl."

Xiangxiang nestled quietly in Chixiao's arms, her cheeks flushed and tears still clinging to her long eyelashes.

Chi Xiao looked at Xiang Xiang with heartache in his eyes.

Chi Xiao felt heartbroken thinking about Ruan Qian'an's plan, realizing that Xiangxiang was so young and had to go through all this.

Chi Xiao said to Xiang Xiang, "When it gets light, Uncle will take you home."

"Ah."

The eldest brother used Xiangxiang as bait to exchange for Huo Jingmo's freedom and safety.

"Hey."

Xiangxiang had no idea what kind of danger she was about to face.

Chi Xiao teased Xiang Xiang: "Poor little thing."

Ruan Qian'an stood on the deck of the abandoned ship, the cold wind blowing the snow that scraped against his face like knives.

Iron-gray waves, carrying ice shards, crashed against the abandoned ships, producing dull thuds like blunt instruments striking bones.

The salty mist crystallizes into salt in the sub-zero air, leaving centipede-shaped bloodstains when scraped across bare skin.

She gazed at the iron gate, which had been open and surrounded by thick, high walls, but was now tightly shut.

The snow was getting heavier and the wind was getting stronger, so strong that she could hardly see the scene in front of her.

She shrank her face into the thick scarf, then flipped over and jumped off the deck, landing on the thick snow.

She trudged through the snow, her steps uneven, on the vast, white beach where she was all alone. Even her breath seemed to freeze instantly.

The wind was so strong that Ruan Qian'an could only walk forward by using her hands to shield herself from the blowing snow.

She was going to keep her appointment to see Qin Ru and the children.

As she walked past the shops, Ruan Qian'an felt a chill in her heart. The once bustling area was now deserted, with not a single shop open. Upon closer inspection, some shops showed signs of vandalism, and she couldn't find a single person in sight.

This made the place appear even more desolate and bleak.

Ruan Qian'an's hair salon, owned by Aunt Hua and Uncle Mei, was vandalized even more severely.

The glass in the door shattered, and snow was easily blown inside.

A thick layer of snow had accumulated inside the hair salon, and there were no signs of footsteps, indicating that no one had been there for a long time.

Ruan Qian'an reached out and pushed open the dilapidated door, which was rusty and made a creaking sound.

Here, all you can hear is the howling of the snow, which is especially loud.

She stepped into the snow in the hair salon, walked to the middle of the room where no snow had fallen. She stamped her feet, shaking the snow off her shoes.

Ruan Qian'an looked around at the overturned tables and chairs: "Are there signs of a fight?"

Ruan Qian'an walked inside: "There's no blood. It seems they retreated in time. It looks like it was just a venting of anger." They didn't confront each other directly.

As Ruan Qian'an crouched down, she skillfully reached into the hidden compartment and saw a note.

Shadows surged around her, and a group of masked people emerged from every corner like ghosts, surrounding her completely.

Ruan Qian'an quickly put away the note and cautiously stood up. The masked person slowly approached her.

"Hand over what you have!"

Ruan Qian'an's eyes sharpened instantly, and she moved like lightning, rushing towards the masked man on the left. Her fist, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, struck the man's chest hard.

With a loud thud, the man flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily against the wall and collapsing to the ground, incapacitated.

Upon seeing this, the masked man to Nguyen Thu An, holding a dagger, attempted to attack from the side.

Without turning her head, Ruan Qian'an dodged to the side, grabbing the masked man's wrist and twisting it forcefully.

With a cracking sound, the masked man's wrist broke, and he cried out in pain as the dagger fell to the ground.

Seeing the person approaching, Ruan Qian'an kicked him several meters away.

Ruan Qian'an picked up the dagger, but two more people attacked from behind. She caught the chair, leaped into the air, and executed a beautiful spinning kick, accurately striking both men in the face.

The two cried out in pain, fell backward, and wailed in agony while clutching their bleeding noses.

Just as one group was taken down, another group of masked people appeared from some unknown corner.

Ruan Qian'an fought with increasing ferocity, his movements becoming more and more agile as if he knew no fatigue.

Her punches were powerful and accurate, each strike hitting the enemy's vital points, causing screams to erupt throughout the hair salon.

People were piled up in layers.

The masked man in the shadows sensed something was wrong and wanted to escape to warn others.

Ruan Qian'an flicked his wrist, sending the dagger flying and blocking the path of the masked leader.

As the masked man turned to look at Ruan Qian'an, he saw Ruan Qian'an's face appear before him.

Ruan Qian'an lifted his mask, revealing the man's true face.

The Wusun of the Shadow Group.

Ruan Qian'an removed her scarf, revealing her face, and Wusun looked utterly shocked.

"Boss, you...you're not dead?!"

Ruan Qian'an sneered, "Who told you to stay here and guard this place?"

Wusun hesitated before saying, "It is Lord Junfan."

Ruan Qian'an pulled out his dagger and patted Wusun's cheek, saying, "You're quite obedient."

Wusun shrank back: "Boss, it's so good that you're not dead."

Ruan Qian'an straightened up and said, "For some people, being bumped into isn't so friendly."

"You're right."

"traitor."

As he spoke, Ruan Qian'an's dagger pierced Wusun's shoulder, and Wusun didn't dare to cry out.

"Boss, I know I was wrong."

The only response he received was the sound of a knife sliding across flesh. Wusun could no longer hold on and cried out.

A large amount of blood gushed out, and the arm belonging to Wusun fell to the ground.

Ruan Qian'an casually tossed the dagger aside and walked outside.

"Tell Junfan that I've arrived."

Ruan Qian'an's hands were still dripping with Wusun blood.

Wusun, covered in sweat, clutched his incision, writhing in pain on the ground.

The surroundings were stained with blood because of his actions.

Ruan Qian'an came out, picked up the snow, rubbed her hands to wash away the bloodstains, but she didn't know that her frozen face was also covered in bloodstains.

She opened the note and silently walked toward the address.