His icy voice silenced all the noise: "Now is not the time to vent your anger."

Just then, Su Tang's figure strode back from the darkness in the distance.

She was still covered in a layer of unmelted snow, and her face had a blush brought on by the cold wind.

She had quietly put the futuristic-looking sniper rifle in her hand back into her storage space.

As soon as Qin Ye saw her, he strode over to her, grabbed her arm, and looked her up and down carefully. His voice was filled with a nervousness he himself didn't realize: "Are you alright? Are you cold?"

Su Tang shook her head, then took his large, warm hand in hers and asked softly, "What about your injury?"

"It's just a superficial injury, nothing serious." Qin Ye's gaze fell on her nose, which was red from the cold, and his eyes were full of lingering fear and heartache.

If his wife's marksmanship had been off by even a millimeter, the consequences of what just happened would have been unimaginable.

Having confirmed that they were both safe and sound, the two exchanged a glance, everything understood without a word.

Qin Ye quickly composed himself, knowing that now was not the time for sentimentality.

He turned around and, facing the still agitated and confused Tibetan villagers, gave them his orders:

"Tie all these prisoners up tightly with ropes. Bind their hands and feet, gag them, and make sure not a single one escapes!"

"Yes!" The villagers were now completely in awe of Qin Ye. Upon hearing the order, they immediately responded loudly and called their brothers to rush forward.

His words were like a shot in the arm, instantly giving the previously bewildered villagers a sense of purpose.

Then, Qin Ye picked up Wang Kui, who was already limp as a chick, and carried him to a dilapidated house on the side.

"Speak." Qin Ye threw him to the ground.

Wang Kui's psychological defenses had already collapsed. Overwhelmed by this murderous aura, he was terrified and dared not hide anything. Trembling, he confessed everything.

“That…that little vixen…she said her name was A-Yun…” Wang Kui’s voice trembled uncontrollably, “She said she grew up in the snow-capped mountains and knew this forest better than her own backyard. Other than that…I don’t know anything else. She never talks much about herself…”

Wang Kui and his gang were all serious offenders from a nearby mountain labor reform farm.

The massive avalanche a few days ago collapsed the farm's perimeter wall. Taking advantage of the chaos, they killed the guard and escaped with more than forty people.

“We were cold and hungry, and we were about to freeze to death in the snow when she… she appeared.” Wang Kui recalled the scene, his eyes still filled with fear. “She was like a ghost, suddenly standing in front of us. There were so many of us grown men, and we even had guns, but she was just a little girl. She wasn’t afraid at all. She looked at us like we were a bunch of useless trash.”

The girl named Ayun told them that a miraculous medicine that could bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded was hidden in this snow mountain. It had been guarded by the villagers for generations, and only the village chief knew its exact location.

She needed people to help her dig for medicinal herbs, and she also needed people to help her "persuade" the villagers. In reality, this meant tying up the villagers and torturing them to force the village chief to reveal the exact location of the miraculous medicine.

She promised that once the miracle drug was found and sold on the black market, the proceeds would be split equally among everyone.

“She chose me to be the mountain chief, to act as a front, but actually… she’s the real leader!” Wang Kui said with a mournful face. “Anyone who disobeys her will… she’ll use those mysterious methods to ‘deal with’ them… Two of our brothers disappeared the next day just because they talked back to her, without a trace…”

In Wang Kui's account, A Yun is not like a fifteen-year-old girl, but more like a mountain monster who understands people's hearts and is cruel and ruthless.

The ruthless bandits both coveted and feared her.

"A miracle drug?" Su Tang, who had been listening quietly, suddenly asked, "Did she say what kind of miracle drug it was?"

"I told you! I told you!"