To Wang Qiao's surprise, Wu Lide's batch of drugs had a problem; those poisoned would intermittently regain consciousness.

The batch of medicine was destroyed, and Wang Qiao began to worry about the man.

Fortunately, after she returned to Plum Blossom City, the group members all assumed she had betrayed them. To avoid upsetting "Little Devil," they all told him that Wang Qiao was dead.

Wang Qiao's image in Feng Mi's heart will forever remain in the happiest moment.

Wang Qiao knew that all she had to do next was wait for the weapons that Director P had mentioned to land on Paradise Island.

Watching which faction of those wicked men wielding power would first stir up trouble, from seizing weapons to fighting for power, and then turning on each other like dogs, everything was a natural progression.

However, things didn't go as planned. Just as the reformists were about to implement their plan, the conservatives and interest groups discovered it.

Conservatives immediately intervened and imposed strict controls during that period.

Wu Lide received a notification from those with vested interests, prompting him to pay closer attention to events on the island and prepare to take control of Paradise Island amidst the chaos.

After Wang Qiao returned to Plum Blossom City, Wu Lide thought that Wang Qiao's "undercover operation" had succeeded, so he sent people to investigate and discovered the disappearance of "Little Ghost" first.

So his mind began to work, and he secretly plotted to incite internal strife in other cities first. Then, he announced a blockade of Plum Blossom City to protect his forces from harm during the conflict.

However, that batch of firepower was slow to arrive.

Wang Qiao used all her resources to search for Feng Mi, but the man seemed to have completely vanished from the island, leaving no trace.

She felt bitter and even somewhat guilty about her decision.

But her position didn't allow her to regret it.

She is a pillar of the WD Investigation Bureau's Reconstruction Faction; her existence is to eliminate all criminals.

She... was right.

Two years later, the Reconstructionists found another opportunity to provide a group of newly arrived island residents with firearms and ammunition...

Let's go back to today.

In Wang Qiao's bedroom on the 14th floor, which had been destroyed by the bomb.

A bright diamond ring lay quietly in her charred bedside table, unnoticed by anyone.

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The drizzle that started during the day continued incessantly, weaving a light net that gently enveloped the sweltering heat and humidity, leading people home early, turning off the lights, and slowly drifting off to sleep to the sound of the pattering rain outside the window.

As midnight quietly descended, the sky was draped in a deep blue-black satin, and the moon hid behind the clouds, as if the whole world was immersed in tranquility.

At the top of the dazzling "golden diamond" in Plum Blossom City, the 14th and 13th floors are temporarily uninhabited and dark due to the explosion.

In contrast, the floors below, though asleep, were still brightly lit, creating a stark contrast with the deep darkness of the top floor and adding to the desolate atmosphere.

Looking up at this golden building, the top floor, shrouded in rain and night, appears blurry and distant, like an unreachable secret realm.

On the highest rooftop of the "Golden Diamond," a fierce wind howled, carrying the scent of the sea, and the roar of the waves could be faintly heard, mixed with the salty smell of the sea, penetrating the rain curtain and striking straight to the heart.

Raindrops slanted across the ground, eventually settling gently in the center of the rooftop.

There, a solitary figure stood quietly, blending into the vast night and the boundless rain.

On the rooftop, the figure, clad in a black raincoat, seemed to blend silently into the darkness, becoming an integral part of the night. The fierce winds, though strong, seemed to have no effect on her; her figure was resolute and unwavering, like a solitary island standing firm amidst the storm.

She stood there quietly, her gaze piercing through the rain, past the buildings, and finally settling on the dimly lit residential area of ​​the Plum Blossom City. The city's past turmoil and chaos gradually dissipated under the cleansing rain, returning to tranquility and harmony.

In this painting woven from light and shadow, she seems to be both an observer and a witness to all these changes, quietly observing the transformations under the flow of time.

Since arriving on the island, she has never observed it so attentively, nor has she ever lived on it with a pure heart.

The search for "Joker" has become an integral part of her life on Paradise Island, and now that it's all coming to an end, she can't help but feel a mix of emotions.

She felt the rain, the wind, the waves, and an unprecedented tranquility.

She is Chuanliu.

Just then, the sound of footsteps came from behind Chuanliu.

The footsteps were slow, treading on the puddles on the rooftop, the sound growing closer and closer to the stream.

"You've arrived."

Chuanliu seemed to know who was behind her. She didn't turn around, but continued to look at the city in front of her.

The visitor did not disturb her elegance, but stopped not far behind her.

The two of them stood there quietly for a long time without saying a word.

After a long while, the person behind him spoke up: "If only one person can go on this drone mission, what do you plan to do?"

With his hands in the outer pockets of his raincoat, Chuanliu replied, "No matter what, I'm determined to leave."

The latter smiled and said, "What can I do? Me too."

Chuanliu remained silent, seemingly unconcerned by the latter's words.

The person behind him continued, "Don't you care about your good brothers anymore? They even went to see 'your body' today and cremated 'your body'."

"Is that so?"

Chuanliu lowered her eyes and spoke, her emotions impossible to discern.

The female corpse was that of a maid from the 14th floor who happened to be passing by. Kawami then used that corpse to fake his own death.

The latter continued, "Now they all think you're dead, the whole world thinks you're dead, and you've actually done things so cruelly. You're such a cold-blooded woman."

"Is that so?"

Chuanliu turned around, the city lights behind her making her face appear completely black.

The latter smiled and shook his head, "You really are... what word should I use to describe you?"

"selfishness?"

Chuanliu continued, echoing the latter's words.

The latter shrugged, acknowledging her statement, "Egoism."

Chuanliu glanced at the man, then lazily stretched. "I've already told them what I wanted to say. They'll even receive a 'relic' that I specially left for them. I've gone to such lengths, and you still call me cold-blooded?"

The man chuckled softly, knowing that he couldn't understand the girl's thoughts using ordinary thinking.

The girl put her hands back in her pockets and continued, "Besides, when it comes to going to extremes, you seem to be more ruthless than me, don't you?"

The river flowed closer and closer to the latter.

Her expression gradually became apparent as the light shifted; her eyes, cold and indifferent, seemed to strike straight to the heart.

"Isn't it? The Joker."