With the help of four wheels, the return journey was smooth and unobstructed.

The black car resembled a black behemoth, displaying unparalleled dominance and power; it moved like lightning, unimpeded on the roads of Paradise Island, attracting everyone's attention wherever it went.

On Paradise Island, cars are already a rare sight, and this black car is the best of the best, exuding a cold and mysterious aura, like a black king, radiating the aura of a superior.

When this black car drove into the Block City, it caused quite a stir.

Passersby cast curious and envious glances, and whispers of discussion arose one after another.

"Whose car is that? It's so imposing!"

"What a beautiful car! I've never seen this car before!"

"If I could have a car like that, I'd be perfectly content even if I died inside it!"

"Stop being so vain. Look, the people sitting in the car all seem to be new faces."

"Hmm, I feel like I've seen that woman somewhere before, could it be...?"

The murmurs of the crowd echoed through the city of cubes, while the black car had already disappeared from their sight, leaving behind only gasps of amazement and envy.

When the car drove to the vicinity of the villas in Chuanliu, the scene in front of them left the four of them somewhat puzzled.

A group of people blocked the road, some standing and some sitting, talking animatedly, their eyes all focused on the villas along the way.

Chuanliu and Wu Fangming exchanged a glance, their brows furrowed, and amidst their doubts, they instantly became wary.

What exactly is going on? Is there another problem at home?

The four quickly got out of the car, walked through the crowded people, and arrived at the gate of the villa.

Two groups of people were pounding on the iron gate, trying to force it open. Their shouts were perfectly synchronized.

"One, two, three, crash!"

"One, two, three, crash!"

Each impact was accompanied by a dull thud from the iron bars, and the original padlock was now deformed and on the verge of collapse.

Aunt Wu stood anxiously in the yard, waving her hand and calling out:

"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! Help!"

She didn't want to open the door for these people, but she was afraid they would retaliate if they broke down the door. Her voice was filled with helplessness and fear, and she could only hide inside the villa, trembling all over.

Chuanliu's gaze quickly swept over the group of people gathered around the villa.

They were completely different from the homeless people Xu had previously orchestrated to cause trouble. These people were armed and their actions showed clear organization. Obviously, they had a clear leader behind them.

Looking in the direction of the crowd banging on the door, my gaze was fixed on the person in charge of calling out the commands.

There stood a man and a woman, completely different from the onlookers; instead of keeping their distance for fear of being caught in the crossfire, they stood very close to the group, arms crossed, looking like they were enjoying the show.

Chuanliu's heart skipped a beat; it seemed these two were the people she was looking for.

She put on a smile and calmly walked up to the two of them.

The man and woman were clearly not expecting anyone to dare approach them. They were startled at first, and then looked wary.

The woman stepped forward first, hands on her hips, looking at Chuan Liu with disdain, and said unhappily:

"Who are you? Can't you see we're busy?"

Chuanliu didn't seem to mind, and continued to smile as she spoke:

"I see that you two have extraordinary physiques and are certainly not ordinary people. May I ask what you are doing?"

The man stepped forward, sizing up Chuan Liu with a hint of surprise in his eyes. But sensing the displeasure in the woman beside him, he cleared his throat and said:

"What we do is none of your business! Get lost, don't go looking for trouble, or we'll get rough with you!"

Chuanliu remained unperturbed. She gently patted the two people who were intently instructing them on how to ram the door, and emphasized calmly:

"This is indeed my concern."

Upon hearing this, the woman turned her head away impatiently.

Just as he was about to lash out, he suddenly saw that Chuanliu was holding the "5 of Diamonds" card that represented his identity.

Her face turned pale instantly. "You, you..."

She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

The woman quickly patted the man beside her, signaling him to turn around and look.

The man was scolding his underlings, telling them to keep banging on the door, "Have you all not eaten? You can't even break down a little iron bar? Do I have to do it myself?"

Sensing the woman's gesture, he first slapped her hand away, saying, "Can't you see I'm busy? Women can't do anything but cause trouble!"

But the woman's slapping became more rapid, and the man clicked his tongue, turning around irritably, "What are you doing..."

The man also saw the card in Chuanliu's hand.

"5 of Diamonds"...

The man first looked at Chuanliu suspiciously, then his expression instantly turned ugly.

He had heard that the owner of the "5 of Diamonds" was a woman, but it turned out to be such a young girl.

Regardless of the circumstances, as long as the woman in front of them is the holder of the "5 of Diamonds", she is someone they cannot afford to offend.

The man suppressed his panic and tried to remain calm. "What...what do you want?"

Chuanliu didn't directly answer the man's question. Instead, he looked them over with an unfathomable gaze and said calmly:

"You two must be the newly appointed 'Square 2' and 'Square 3'? May I ask your names?"

The man's eyes flickered, clearly hesitant about admitting it, but he still forced a denial:

"I'm not, you've mistaken me for someone else."

Chuanliu took a slow step forward, seemingly unconcerned, his gaze fixed on the two of them, as if he could see right through their hearts.

An invisible sense of pressure made the two unconsciously retreat, a feeling of unease rising in their hearts.

Immediately afterwards, Chuanliu's fingers glided lightly across his palm, and his wrists flipped nimbly.

In the blink of an eye, two playing cards appeared between her index and middle fingers.

She said casually, "So these two cards don't belong to you either?"

As she finished speaking, she crossed her index and middle fingers, revealing a "2 of Diamonds" and a "3 of Diamonds" identity card clearly in front of the two of them.

They looked at the familiar cards and frantically searched their pockets, only to find that they were already empty.

The man stared at Chuanliu in astonishment, pointing at her nose and stammering, "You, you, you..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Chuanliu's eyes turned cold.

"I don't like it when people point fingers at me."

She narrowed her eyes, her voice filled with a sense of oppression.

The man was intimidated by her gaze and quickly withdrew his hand; the woman, in a panic, hid behind the man.

Clearly, Chuanliu's fluid and graceful movements successfully intimidated the two.

The man swallowed hard and asked nervously:

How come our cards are with you?