After leaving Meihua's main city, Chuanliu prepared to return alone.

But she hadn't gone far when she felt a little tail behind her.

Well...

It was a far cry from the skill level that Zhui Ming had when he was tracking her.

When Chuanliu realized something was wrong and turned around for the first time, the stalker was hiding behind the building, but he revealed his shadow.

When the pursuer turned around for the second time, he slammed on the brakes and dodged, making a loud noise.

When he turned around for the third time, there wasn't even anything to shield him from the sun, so he could only pretend to admire it.

The girl couldn't help but laugh; she really wanted to offer a suggestion to the leaders of Plum Blossom City.

Some money should be spent, and professional matters should be left to professionals.

The person following her is likely one of Li Quan's men. After all, if Hou Yifan had discovered her, it wouldn't have been as simple as sending just one person to follow her.

The girl lowered her eyes, seemingly unaware of the clumsy tailing behind her, and continued walking as if nothing had happened.

Having visited the City of Plum Blossoms twice, Chuanliu was quite familiar with the city's terrain. She deliberately chose a complex road and took a roundabout route with the people behind her.

However, the stalker did not back down despite the fear of being discovered, and followed her closely, keeping only about ten meters away.

Chuanliu quickly realized something was wrong; if it were for tracking purposes, he wouldn't be so brazen.

It seems the stalker's owner has given him a kill order.

A cold glint flashed in the girl's eyes.

In fact, Li Quanyou, who seems to only stir up trouble and speak in official jargon, is even more ruthless and decisive than Hou Yifan when it comes to doing things.

Chuanliu silently reached into his pocket, his five fingers gripping the cold wooden handle of the dagger.

She skillfully avoided the bustling crowds, slipping silently into a secluded path like a fish.

Sure enough, seeing that no one was around, the stalker knew his chance had come. He quickly approached, preparing to launch an attack.

Suddenly, Chuanliu felt a cold, sharp wind sweep past behind him.

A chill ran through her, and before the knife could reach her, she quickly crouched down, as if adjusting her shoelaces.

Seeing that his sneak attack had failed, the man turned his blade and swung it toward Chuanliu's head.

However, just as the dagger was about to touch her head, Chuanliu used the momentum of his crouching to roll forward, cleverly avoiding the fatal blow.

The roll was completed almost instantly. Chuanliu knelt on one knee, not bothering to exchange any words with the man, and the dagger in his hand flew out like lightning.

With a "whoosh," the dagger pierced the man's wrist, and blood gushed out immediately.

The man screamed, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

He gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain in his wrist, and painstakingly pulled the dagger from the wound, quickly applying a simple bandage.

Blood continued to seep out, but the resentment in his heart only intensified.

He glared at the girl with wide eyes and a fierce look, then quickly picked up the dagger from the ground with his other hand and approached her step by step.

"You bitch! You hit the mark pretty well. But now that you've lost your weapon, even if I give you a handicap, you still won't beat me!"

He was confident that as a subordinate of the "Ten of Clubs," although not as skilled as the Spades, he was still capable of some hand-to-hand combat, especially since he was now wielding a weapon.

He smiled wickedly, as if he had already foreseen the girl's tragic end, and raised the dagger high in his hand once more, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

However, at that moment, the girl suddenly moved.

She suddenly threw a handful of soil from her hand, the dust mixed with fine sand, which instantly filled the air.

The man immediately felt a burning pain in his eyes, and his vision blurred. He exclaimed in alarm:

"Ah! My eyes!"

He gripped two daggers tightly in his hands, slashing wildly and haphazardly, trying to pinpoint the girl's location in the dim light.

After struggling for a while, he finally managed to make out the scene before him.

However, the girl was standing in front of him, and a sharp pain shot through his chest.

He looked down and saw that a third dagger was deeply embedded in his chest. Blood quickly stained his clothes, and his face turned deathly pale.

A suffocating feeling washed over him like a tidal wave; it felt as if something was tightly gripping his throat, making it impossible to breathe. He struggled to shout, but found that he couldn't make a sound at all.

Finally, he collapsed to the ground, exhausted, and lost consciousness forever.

"Who told you I only have one knife?"

Chuanliu said calmly, and only after confirming that the man was no longer breathing did he put away his weapon.

In such remote places, a body would never be discovered. Even if it were, everyone would assume it was the work of a zombie.

Therefore, no one noticed that the person who entered the path was a woman and a man; and when they came out, they were a raggedly dressed boy.

The boy, who looked like a beggar, was dressed in tattered clothes, the original colors of which were no longer recognizable; his hair was disheveled and messy, as if it had never been combed; his face was covered in mud, making his features indistinct, and only his bright eyes could be vaguely seen.

To ensure his safety along the way, Chuanliu decided to hide himself and use the identity of a wanderer as cover.

She used plaster and mud to paint her face, creating a truly "painted" look. Combined with her deliberately disguised figure, even those who knew her well would find it difficult to recognize her true identity without careful observation.

After disguising herself as a beggar, Chuanliu blended into the crowd more freely. She walked through the city streets and alleys as a beggar, sometimes bending down to beg, sometimes looking around, seemingly aimlessly heading towards the outskirts of Plum Blossom City.

She left that remote area as quickly as possible before nightfall.

Once you step out of the boundary marker in the City of Clubs, one side leads to the City of Spades, while the other side leads to the City of Hearts and the City of Diamonds.

Kawatsuru originally intended to stay at a hotel along the way, but a familiar figure sitting at a table outside a hotel caught his attention.

That man was Jiulong, who had abandoned his men and sneaked away during the chaos yesterday.

Jiulong was gazing in the direction of Plum Blossom City, fidgeting with his leg and making "tsk, tsk" sounds.

He was probably waiting for his underlings to come out.

"Damn it, how long has it been? Why hasn't it come out yet? Did it die on the outskirts?"

Jiulong muttered to himself, but his face showed no concern whatsoever. He seemed to be simply waiting for his men to return and work as his laborers and bodyguards.

With a thought, Chuanliu respectfully walked up to Jiulong and said to him in a youthful voice, "Excuse me, are you the owner of Jiulong in Red Peach City?"