In just two days, the once pitiful little white rabbit has transformed into a domineering flower. Could such a change in status really have such power?

"Young Miss is so clever!"

Mo Huaixing smiled and reached out to touch the delicate face in front of him, but just before he touched her, he suddenly changed direction. Gan Tang's left hand was on the bullet pouch, trying to steal bullets, but her hand was being held down tightly.

"Let go!"

"No!" The attitude was firm and left no room for argument.

Gan Tang kicked the swivel chair away.

"I'm not practicing anymore!" What's the point of practicing if there are no bullets? She turned and left angrily.

Yuan Biao was carrying water back when he quickly put down the kettle and chased after him.

"Young Miss, are you angry?"

Who's angry?

"I'm blind." Yuan Biao slapped himself repeatedly, the sound of the slaps making Gan Tang very uncomfortable.

"Stop hitting them!" Since the people inside couldn't be relied on, Gan Tang turned her gaze to Yuan Biao. "I'm asking you, what are some fun places on the cruise ship, the more people the better!"

Yuan Biao hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Gan Tang said urgently, "Speak!"

"Yes, we do have some, but they're not really suitable for you!"

"If there's anything wrong, let's go!"

The night was dark and the sea breeze was rather chilly. The cruise ship had nine decks in total, seven above deck and two below. Yuan Biao led Gan Tang downhill.

As soon as she entered the basement, a cacophony of noise hit her. Chaotic music, clamorous sounds, and dazzling lights mingled with the pungent smell of smoke and alcohol the moment the door opened, causing Gan Tang to recoil in pain.

"This is the fun place you were talking about?"

Yuan Biao nodded: "Brothers, when you have money, come here to have fun."

"Alright, let's go in!" Who told that bastard Mo Huaixing to be so wary? And who told me I needed to gather information? It's just a nightclub or disco, what's wrong with going in?

Even though Gan Tang had mentally prepared herself, the scene inside still shocked her. All the men were shirtless, and all the women were disheveled.

On the bar counter, a man was pinning a woman down, engaging in wanton acts. Besides gambling chips, the table was laden with all sorts of bets: gold and silver watches, cigarettes, and liquor. Most strangely, there were also women's underwear and bras on the table.

Gan Tang couldn't help but ask, "What does that mean?"

"Hey, new girl." A drunken, fat hand reached out towards Gantang.

Yuan Biao slapped him across the face, reprimanding him with an air of authority: "Are you blind? How dare you be so insolent in front of the young lady?"

The man immediately sobered up and knelt down with a thud. The people playing around him were also startled and stopped what they were doing, all turning to look at Gan Tang.

This is... incredibly embarrassing.

Gan Tang waved her hand awkwardly, "It's alright, you guys continue."

Yuan Biao pointed to the dance hall in the distance and enthusiastically introduced it: "Miss, the dancing and singing there is very lively, and the belly dancing is the best."

After saying that, Yuan Biao realized his mistake and added, "Good-looking young men all like to dance."

"Okay... let's go there!" Gan Tang really wanted to tear his mouth apart.

Although there were some indecent scenes in the dance hall, there were also quite a few people sitting and talking. However, there wasn't much useful information; all that was known was that airplanes and yachts were parked in the lower decks.

Yuan Biao was getting very close to a little girl who was belly dancing, and Gan Tang excused herself to go to the bathroom so that he could stay and continue playing.

Which way to get down?

Leaving the entertainment venue, Gan Tang deliberately chose to take secluded paths. After winding and turning for a while, she still couldn't find the stairs leading down. Around a corner, a large door appeared, resembling both a hallway entrance and a stairwell door, utterly silent.

Never mind, let's go take a look.

With a loud bang, Gan Tang had just opened the door a crack when a hand slammed onto the door panel, making her heart jump.

Mo Huaixing, it's you again?

In a brightly lit office, Yuan Biao knelt on the floor, trembling. Fu Cheng leaned against the back of the sofa, remaining silent until He Zhong arrived and rose to greet him.

"You bastard, how dare you take the young lady to a place like that!" He Zhong kicked Yuan Biao in the buttocks, making him stagger and almost fall over.

Fu Cheng quickly helped him sit down. "Fourth Uncle, please calm down. Nothing serious happened. Godfather is recuperating, so I think we shouldn't disturb him. You can handle it directly!"

The Lu Group's business dealings are never easily revealed. Even with the newly found young lady, Mr. Fu hasn't indicated whether or not she should be involved. Whether this matter is significant or minor depends entirely on Mr. Fu's plans. But right now, no one dares to test Mr. Fu's intentions.

Fu Cheng's move gave He Zhong ample room to maneuver.

“Ah Cheng is the most thoughtful.” He Zhong’s gaze swept over Mo Huaixing, who was standing to the side, and he chuckled dryly, “Since it was your men who discovered it, Ah Cheng can handle it. Whether it’s killing or torture, I have no objection.”

"Fourth Uncle, you flatter me." The rules of the gang always dictate that whoever's person is responsible for their actions. Fu Cheng leaned over to pour tea for He Zhong.

He Zhong gritted his teeth and said, "That dog doesn't know what he's supposed to do all day. Chop off one of his arms."

"I asked him to take me there, so it's not his fault." Gan Tang stood up and blocked Yuan Biao's path, asking in return, "Is there anywhere I can't go?"

He Zhongdui laughed and said, "My niece can go anywhere, but some places aren't clean."

Yuan Biao, who was lying on the ground, finally raised his head and tried to say something to himself, "I just took the young lady to see handsome men dancing, I didn't go anywhere else."

"How did the young lady... get lost?" He Zhong suddenly realized that things weren't so simple. How could a young lady end up in such a remote place?

"Young Miss, were you following me?" Mo Huaixing, who had been standing silently, spoke up, directly pointing out Gan Tang's motives.

Gan Tang was already seething with anger, and she roared at Mo Huaixing, "Who was following you?"

Mo Huaixing still said, "Miss, I only helped you kill someone. You don't have to always target me like this, do you?"

"Who needed your help?"

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing, Fu Cheng coughed and intervened, saying, "Fourth Uncle, if you don't want Godfather to know, don't make a big deal out of it. A small punishment will suffice as a warning."

He Zhong naturally didn't want to escalate the situation, so he took the opportunity to have Yuan Biao taken away.

Gan Tang then went out as well. After leaving the house, she looked back at the man standing inside. He Zhong's eyes were full of suspicion when he asked her questions. If Mo Huaixing hadn't intervened, she really didn't know what else He Zhong would have asked that would have given her away.

Was it a coincidence, or was he helping himself?

...

The next day, Gan Tang couldn't find a suitable escape route, nor could she get the keys to the plane or yacht from Mo Huaixing. Fortunately, she managed to trick Lu Zhengqian out of bullets, although there were only six.

That night, gazing at the starry sky, Gan Tang couldn't fall asleep. Fu Shaojie could return at any moment tomorrow; she couldn't wait any longer.

Gan Tang, carrying a gun, went straight to Lin Shuang's room.

"What are you doing?" Lin Shuang had just finished showering and opened the door wrapped in a white towel when suddenly a gun was placed against the door frame.