As she spoke, she handed the paper containing the key points Wei Xin had mentioned to Commander Kang.

Commander Kang...

Wei Xin and his group are planning a long-term strategy. Tang Yue seemed to see through his thoughts, "I will not allow a venomous snake to be watching my house every day. Also, you'd better see what Wei Xin has said."

Are there other people like this in the military? It would be best to investigate them thoroughly.

After saying that, she jumped over the wall and left. Commander Kang didn't know who to talk to. "That girl..."

Commander Kang felt relieved. The fact that the little girl brought the paper proved that she had no intention of killing him. When Lin Cuicui had her accident, Commander Kang was really afraid that Tang Yue would find out. If anything happened to Lin Cuicui, Tang Yue would probably really explode.

Thank goodness.

Commander Kang's expression immediately turned cold. He had already used this incident to purge quite a few people, but judging from Wei Xin's testimony, this seemed to be just the tip of the iceberg. Since the little girl had decided to purge, the troops would cooperate.

Otherwise, the entire southern island would be thrown into chaos by her. Troop movements, on the other hand, can be kept relatively quiet.

The old streets on the edge of the South Island are filled with the salty sea breeze in the night, and the bluestone pavement is gilded with a layer of silver frost by the moonlight.

Tang Yue slipped into the alleyway, her footsteps dappling the shadows of the trees, her gaze sweeping over the mottled arcade buildings. A faded blue shirt hung on a clothesline on the second floor, and downstairs, an old woman was soothing a crying child in Austronesian dialect—everything was exactly as Wei Xin had described.

Tang Yue's lips curled into a sarcastic smile. Beneath this seemingly peaceful facade lay a den run by three generations of spies.

She squinted; she was certain this was Wei Xin's home. But the old woman didn't look like Wei Xin's mother. Just then, Wei Xin's mother came out of the house carrying a bamboo basket. The oily skin on the surface of the mung bean soup in the basket rippled slightly with her trembling wrist.

Just as the bamboo basket was about to cross the threshold, Tang Yue landed mid-air, her shoes striking the bluestone without making a sound. Wei's mother, however, whirled around abruptly. In the instant the wooden hairpin at her temple flashed with cold light, Tang Yue's fingertip had already struck her wrist bone. The crisp sound of the dagger falling to the ground startled the stray dog ​​at the end of the alley, which whimpered and darted into the darkness.

The shockwave from the sudden explosion of the wooden door kicked up dust from the wall. Before Wei Xin's brother could even aim his pistol, Tang Yue fired a pebble.

The small stone instantly flew into the gun barrel, and the loud explosion shattered the second-floor window paper. The man screamed and covered his bloodied arm. As he staggered backward, he knocked over the coal stove, and dark red sparks splashed into the moss-covered brick cracks.

Tang Yue swiftly grabbed the man and casually flicked the pill into his mouth.