"Did any of you see an old lady holding a child of about two years old at the Jinxiu Market today?" Song Zhao and Gu Yanzhi pointed their guns at the crowd and asked sternly.

Because it's located at the entrance of the Jinxiu Leiting residential area, the market is simply referred to as the Jinxiu Market.

"No, no, no, no, no, we didn't go to the Splendid Market today."

The remaining people waved their hands repeatedly and said...

"Have you seen anyone around the Brocade Market?" Song Zhao continued sternly.

"I...I saw it!" A man shakily raised his hand, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter," startling him so much that he jumped up.

"Speak!" Gu Yanzhi shouted, turning the gun towards the man.

"I...I...I...I saw it at noon today," he stammered nervously, swallowing hard before continuing.

"The Dark Cloud people have been hanging around the area. They went to the Brocade Market; I saw them go in."

"I...I...I know too. It seems like the people of Dark Cloud have been searching for a lot of children lately," another person hurriedly said loudly, as if trying to take credit.

"Are you sure?" Gu Yanzhi asked again sternly.

"I'm sure, I'm sure, I definitely saw it, that's it!" The two of them were practically pecking at rice, constantly confirming their statement.

"Where is this Dark Cloud?" Gu Yanzhi moved his gun away, and the person who saw Dark Cloud visibly relaxed, letting out an imperceptible sigh of relief.

After getting the approximate location of An Yun, Gu Yanzhi turned around and left the building, with Song Zhao following closely behind.

With the Living Yama gone, the remaining people scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing the room in a panic.

They weren't exactly brave people to begin with; the only ones with guts in the group were the leader, the second-in-command, and the third-in-command. They were all killed by Song Zhao.

He joined this gang simply because it meant he could eat his fill and live a slightly better life than if he were struggling on his own. At most, he would do petty theft, and when he ate meat, he would only dare to eat frozen corpses that had been dead for who knows how long; he would never dare to kill or commit arson.

Now that the leader is dead, they've all gone their separate ways, and the team has completely disbanded.

Some of the quick-witted ones, seeing everyone in such a chaotic mess, would huddle together in the crowd, grabbing something from the left and something from the right.

These things will be useful in the future; they will be his livelihood security.

Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao followed the address given to them and found that Dark Cloud's base was indeed much more secure than those makeshift gangs.

There were two people standing guard outside the window entrance.

The two men, dressed in thick military overcoats, would breathe on their hands to warm them and rub them together. They would also hop around on the ice a few times.

Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao sneaked over and overheard the two talking.

"I wonder when this awful weather will end," the person on the left complained.

The people on the right immediately chimed in with complaints: "Yeah, yeah, it's fucking cold! Those people inside are eating and drinking like mad, while we two brothers are stuck here freezing. It's so unfair!"

"By the way, brother, I heard you found some good stuff to present today?" The man on the right asked with a slightly obsequious tone, his expression changing.

"It's not a big shipment, but I've been staking out this place for a long time, and today I finally got the chance to submit it."

"I hope the boss will remember my service in reporting the news and let me get out of this lousy, miserable job as soon as possible," the man on the left said, feigning humility, but his pride was practically overflowing from the screen. It was as if he was about to be promoted the next second.

"Brother, from now on you're my brother. You're sure to get a promotion this time, so don't forget your brother!"

"..." The person on the right became even more obsequious, flattering the person on the left until they were completely flattered, saying "It's easy to say, it's easy to say" over and over again.

Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao exchanged a glance, and taking advantage of the two's relaxed state, they quietly crept up behind them and pointed their guns at the back of their heads.

The guy on the right who was trying to curry favor with Song Zhao was useless; he was easily knocked unconscious by Song Zhao's flattery.

The person on the left saw their companion being knocked unconscious and was shaking violently.

"Don't move. If you move the gun and it goes off, it won't be my problem," Gu Yanzhi said sinisterly from behind the person on his left, just like a villain in a TV show.

"Heroine, heroine, spare my life! Heroine, what have I done to offend you? Just tell me!" The man on the left, with a gun pointed at him, spoke in a trembling voice, almost crying.

"Stop talking nonsense, just answer my questions." Gu Yanzhi pushed the gun forward forcefully.

"What kind of good stuff are you talking about?" Gu Yanzhi's tone became even colder when she said the word "good stuff".

"No, it's nothing," the man swallowed hard, not daring to reveal the truth.

"Speak," Gu Yanzhi asked sternly, his eyes cold.

"Yes, yes, yes, we arrested an old man and a child today," the man stammered for a long time before finally giving the truth.

Upon hearing the answer, Gu Yanzhi's gaze grew even colder, as if he were looking at a dead man. "Was the person captured at the Jinxiu Market?"

"Yes, yes, please spare my life, heroine! I didn't know they were your relatives. Please, heroine, spare my life, and I'll help you rescue them!" Upon hearing Gu Yanzhi mention Jinxiu Market, the man immediately realized that he had bitten off more than he could chew; the family members had come knocking on his door.

"Which floor are you on?"

"The 16th floor, people are trapped on the 16th floor."

Having gotten the answer she wanted, Gu Yanzhi pulled out the dagger strapped to her leg and gave the man a quick death. Bright red blood splattered on the grayish-white ice, blooming like delicate plum blossoms, as if a master had suddenly inspired to paint a picture on the ice.

The two men had the keys to the window. After taking the keys from them and opening the window, Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao quietly slipped inside.

Carefully avoiding the patrolling personnel, the two successfully reached the 16th floor.

Right now, the 16th floor is a complete mess.

Cries for mercy, cries for help, children's screams, and the leader's cursing mingled together.

"Let me tell you, keep a close eye on today's goods. This is top-quality merchandise; Young Master Yan will definitely be satisfied. If anyone messes things up, I'll take your lives."

A manager-looking man was reprimanding people who were busy in the corridor.

Upon hearing the name "Young Master Yan," Gu Yanzhi cursed him inwardly as a scumbag and gently squeezed Song Zhao's hand, signaling him to calm down.

"Sir, sir, please, please let Xiaobao go. Xiaobao is still so young; he hasn't even seen the beauty of this world yet!"

Please, sir.

The rooms on the 16th floor have been renovated; the doors have been replaced with those that resemble prison bars, allowing people to see inside from the outside.

You can see people coming and going from inside.

Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao clearly saw that Grandma Gao was pressed against the railing, and when the supervisor passed by, she grabbed his sleeve tightly and pleaded with him.

"You old hag, get out! If it weren't for the leader's preference for eating live animals, I would have killed you long ago. You're such a nuisance!" The supervisor forcefully pulled out his sleeve, spat into it, and cursed.