"Damn it! I'll fight you to the death!"

Xiao Fang still had bullets in his pistol. He handed it to Mu Nanxun and whispered, "Boss, I've followed you for so many years, and you've always been good to me. You gave me a home. I've always thought about how to repay you, but I've never had the chance. Now, the opportunity has come."

Upon hearing this, Mu Nanxun turned her head and glanced at him. "What are you trying to do?"

"Boss, my life was worth it to exchange for yours. You don't need to feel sad for me. In the future, during festivals, especially Qingming Festival, please burn more paper money for me. If you don't mind the trouble, burn a villa for me, and a cell phone too. Oh, and burn some beautiful women for me as well..."

"He has quite a lot of demands." Mu Nanxun's eye twitched. "Unfortunately, it's no use. He wants my life, not yours."

Xiao Fang: "..."

That's going too far, boss. Shouldn't you be moved to tears by what I just said? Why are you belittling me like this?

"Alright, enough talk," Qin Lang said impatiently. "Listen to me, fire."

So, the assassins all pulled the triggers toward Mu Nanxun's head.

Xiao Fang stood tall, ready to shield Mu Nanxun, but Mu Nanxun shoved him away from the encirclement. Then, he leaped backward and jumped off the cliff without hesitation.

Xiao Fang stumbled forward several steps before barely managing to stand. By the time she realized what was happening, Mu Nanxun had already jumped down.

Qin Lang's brows furrowed, and he quickly ran to the edge of the cliff, where he saw Mu Nanxun fall vertically into the water and never resurface.

...

Philadelphia, maple-lined waterfront.

"Why haven't the people we sent returned yet? It's been so long and we haven't heard a single word from them. Where on earth have they gone?!"

The old man paced back and forth in the yard with his hands behind his back, looking very anxious.

It's been so long, and none of the men in black sent to search for Mu Nanxun have returned. Even the men in black who were following Mu Nanxun before have disappeared without a trace.

"Master, please don't worry. How about I go look again?"

Qingyun stood at the entrance of the courtyard with his hands hanging down, his nervousness no less than that of the old man.

"No, don't go." The old man waved his hand, anxiously sat down on the stone bench, picked up the teacup, and swallowed the cold tea in one gulp. "We've sent so many people out, and there's not a single piece of news. If you go again... what will happen to this family?"

"Dad," Mu Wenya also came out of the room, pushed in a wheelchair by Li Ma to the old man's side, Ouyang was also there. Since leaving the hotel, Ouyang had been following Mu Wenya closely, almost never leaving her side.

"Where did Nanxun go? And Yi Yi, we haven't heard from her since she left the hotel. Could they... could something have happened to them?"

"No, no." The old man shook his head firmly. "My son is not so easy to get into trouble with! And that little girl is clever and mischievous, she will be fine too."

Although the old man spoke with certainty, he seemed somewhat unsure of himself. This was the first time he had ever worried about Mu Nanxun so much, and for such a long time there had been no news of him.

“Grandpa, you’re right to think that way,” Ouyang interjected. “That kid Mu Nanxun is incredibly agile, as nimble as a monkey since he was little, and he’s got an inhumanly intelligent brain. Who can do anything to him!”