Qin Zhiluo arrived at the conference room.

"Where is Sister Mujin?"

Da Xi described what he had overheard outside the door.

Qin Zhiluo's lips curled up slightly, and she couldn't help but admire her older brother.

"The Night Owl Camp will definitely take action next, so be careful," Qin Zhiluo said, narrowing her eyes and calmly analyzing the situation.

"Boss, when are you going back?" Da Xi looked at her with a face full of reluctance.

"Wait a minute," Qin Zhiluo said, somewhat worried about Long Yanli. He had received a phone call that morning and left with others in a hurry.

"Adu, did you get the information?" Qin Zhiluo asked, her thin lips pressed tightly together as she looked at him.

Guandu called Junlin several times, but no one answered.

Qin Zhiluo's beautiful eyes were as cold as ice. She picked up the computer and stared intently at the screen. Data scrolled wildly, and a series of red warnings popped up on the screen, indicating that the other party had noticed the tracking and had begun to retaliate.

"My brother has noticed me," Qin Zhiluo thought, wondering why they were hiding their whereabouts.

Fingers slid rapidly across the touchpad, building up layers of defense. The tracking line was successfully locked, and a precise coordinate appeared in the center of the screen.

Qin Zhiluo looked at the coordinates, her originally bright and sharp eyes now clouded with gloom, revealing an unusual worry in her gaze.

"They're on Golden Island!" Qin Zhiluo and Guandu immediately flew over.

"Third brother, he deliberately leaked his location to lure us here," Fu Yiming said, clutching the wound on his left shoulder, his face pale.

"These bastards, how come we can't kill them all?" Li Huangchen's eyes were bloodshot, his eyeballs almost red from the bloodshot, and he slashed at them with his knife.

"What do we do? Their firepower is too strong," Junlin gritted his teeth.

After saying "Withdraw," Long Yan left the hall, looking at them with a cold gaze.

Long Yi and Long Jiu stood tightly behind Long Yanli.

Hospital

"You're all wounded. How are we going to explain this when we get back?" Junlin sighed, looking at the gunshot wound on his leg.

"My husband is very strict with me," Li Huangchen joked, enduring the pain as he stitched up his wound.

"Mind your own business," Junlin said, opening his phone to see that Guandu had called him more than twenty times. "That's it."

“You’re really finished.” Guan Du suddenly appeared at the door, his brows furrowed, his eyebrows knitted into a knot, and his thin lips pressed into a straight line.

"Brother Du" Junlin suddenly stood up, almost falling because he was too big of a movement and knocked over the water glass on the table, but he didn't even realize it.

Guandu made way, and Qin Zhiluo walked in with a cold expression, leaning against the wall next to Long Yanli's bed.

Long Jiu quickly moved a chair for the young lady.

Long Yi: Bro, you're awesome.

Long Yanli's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, trying to relieve his dry throat. His mouth was slightly open, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long time, his usual crispness completely gone.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

"Um... is there any food?" Li Huangchen's mind raced, and he gave Fu Yiming a wink.

"Want some hot pot?" Fu Yiming hesitated for a moment, realizing that Luo Luo liked hot pot and suggested ordering some spicy hot pot as well.

"You can eat?" Qin Zhiluo glanced at their injuries expressionlessly.

Fu Yiming immediately shut up.

"Baby, I was wrong." Long Yanli's hands unconsciously clasped together, his fingers nervously intertwining, and he looked at her with a pitiful expression.

"Adu, take them to eat next door first," Qin Zhiluo said, clearly still angry.

Li Huangchen reacted the fastest, giving Long Yanli a look that said "good luck," before slipping out, with Fu Yiming following closely behind.

Long Yi and Long Jiu dared not stay either. Master, please take good care of yourself.

Junlin was carried out by Guandu.