Unable to get up, the group was stunned. Just as they were about to shout, An Moxue quickly tapped them a few more times, rendering them speechless.

The four people stared at her in terror, as if she were some horrific monster, unable to move.

An Moxue casually grabbed a young man of about fifteen or sixteen and said to him, "Could you please call the police and tell them that someone has committed a crime?"

She was stunned by An Moxue's fierce actions and nodded mechanically after hearing her words, saying, "Okay." Then she ran towards the police station in front of the station.

A few minutes later, several police officers arrived. She took out a small notebook, showed it to them, and they saluted her.

An Moxue quietly recounted what had happened, and then they saw them take the four human traffickers away.

The young man watched in stunned silence, then, as if he had discovered something extraordinary, he clung to An Moxue, "Big sister, what kind of big shot are you, right? You're so cool! Can you take me on as your underling? I'm willing to run errands, or even pour tea."

An Moxue looked at him, chuckled, and cautiously glanced around before solemnly whispering to the young man, "Shh! Keep your voice down, I'm on a mission! Don't disturb me, don't ruin my task."

The young man's eyes sparkled, and he nodded excitedly before running off.

An Moxue watched his retreating figure, suppressing a laugh, and quickly left the train station as well.

Of the twelve men in her father's team who went on the mission that year, two of them, her parents, died, and two others were slightly injured. Of those ten, six are currently in Kyoto. The other four have to be abandoned for the time being. Her target this time is these six men, and that leader, Zhu Zhen.

Whether by coincidence or not, all six of them were in Zhu Zhen's unit, and the lowest-ranking among them was now a deputy regimental commander. Without exception, they had all been promoted after his parents' incident. Isn't that ironic?

An Moxue started by investigating their families. In just two days, she investigated them all, then spent some money to send a letter to each of them and arrange to meet them.

Tonight is the day of the meeting. Those with guilty consciences will surely be trembling with fear and will still come to keep the appointment. An Moxue felt a little sorry that there were still four people not here. They could enjoy their freedom for a few more days. She would have to find another time.

An Moxue hid in the shadows and saw the first person appear in the woods, then the second, the third, until the last person arrived. An Moxue flicked her hand, and a handful of medicine flew down onto the people. At that moment, everyone was preoccupied and no one noticed the medicine falling.

Zhang Xiangdong broke the silence, "Zhao Baojun, what do you want with us here? And you're the one who sent us, yet you're the last to arrive. Isn't that inappropriate?"

Zhao Baojun retorted, "No, didn't you call me?"

"I called you? What a joke! You were the one who called me."

"Yes, wasn't it you who called it?"

"Zhao Baojun, why won't the person you called admit it?"

"Yes, Comrade Baojun. What exactly is it?"

In the darkness, the eyes of the group grew increasingly bloodshot, their emotions became unstable, and they even showed signs of agitation, but none of them noticed.

At this moment, Li Guoqiang, who had the most volatile temper among them, said angrily, "That's right, you sent us a message saying you had something to say about An Muyang and his wife, that's why we came. Now that we're here, why are you still denying it?"

"Yeah! If you hadn't mentioned anything about An Muyang and his wife, why would we be here so late at night? Are we just bored?"

Zhao Baojun was also a little angry, "It's been so long, why would I bring it up again? Do I have nothing better to do?"

"You said in your letter that someone had found us and that you came out to discuss countermeasures, so why are you denying it now?"

"Admit what? I didn't fucking make plans with you guys!"

"Impossible, then who delivered the letter?"

Zhao Baojun sensed something was wrong and said, "Wait a minute, let's sort this out. I received a letter from Zhang Xiangdong."

Zhang Xiangdong said, "I received yours."

Wang Jianjun said, "I also received it from Zhao Baojun."

Liu Hongbing said, "I also received it from Zhao Baojun."

Li Guoqiang and Sun Shengli spoke at the same time: "I also received it from Zhao Baojun."

"I didn't send it!" Zhang Xiangdong and Zhao Baojun said at the same time.

"Who posted this?" The group exchanged glances, sensing that something was amiss.

Sun Shengli said, "Did someone find out something? Otherwise, they wouldn't have invited us here."

Several people broke out in a cold sweat at the same time, and their hair stood on end. This was a life-threatening situation!

Seeing that the medicine had taken effect, An Moxue floated into the air. Her attire was based on her mother Lan Dieyi's appearance before her death, and her voice was also made to sound sinister. A small green light was also turned on behind her, making her look even more eerie and terrifying.

"What? It's my appointment, so what? You caused Mu Yang and me to die tragically, how can you all live with yourselves at peace?!"

Upon hearing the sound, the group looked towards its source, only to be met with the figure that terrified them—Lan Dieyi.

Since the medication had begun to take effect, the group was not quite clear-headed and could only follow their truest thoughts.

Sun Shengli said in a slightly distorted voice, "You! Are you a human or a ghost?"

"What do you think? It seems you ten of you have been doing quite well these past few years, stepping over my and Mu Yang's corpses. You've all been promoted, haven't you? Do you have nightmares about it at night?"

Wang Jianjun shouted hoarsely, "What nonsense are you talking about! You two died in the line of duty, what does that have to do with us?"

"Is it alright? But I really came here for revenge! Heh!"

As An Moxue spoke, she fired a shot with her laser gun. Everyone only saw a flash of light before Wang Jianjun's eyes widened, blood gushing from between his eyebrows. He was dead beyond any doubt.

The remaining five people looked horrified and all believed that Lan Dieyi had returned for revenge.

Liu Hongbing and Sun Shengli immediately knelt down and said, "Comrade Lan Dieyi, this is not our fault. We received information midway through that you and An Muyang might be spies, and we were ordered to execute you."

"Fine, you've got a good excuse. A spy can die and be recognized as a martyr? You're really trying to fool someone."

An Moxue raised her hand and fired another shot, this time aimed between Liu Hongbing's eyebrows. He died with his eyes wide open, unable to rest in peace.

The four men trembled with fear. An Moxue said, "Tell me the truth, and I might consider letting you go. Otherwise—"

Zhao Baojun spoke up, saying, "No, I'll tell you. We all received orders from our superiors to find a way to ensure that you and your husband don't return from this mission."

"Who is your superior? It's Zhu Zhen, right? All ten of you are, right?"

The four men remained silent, but their silence was an admission of guilt. "So, we were just carrying out a mission, we did nothing wrong."

"Oh--"

An Moxue knew that even if they knew more, they might not know anything else. It seemed that finding Zhu Zhen was the key, and there was no point in them living anymore.

An Moxue gave them a quick death, each shot between the eyebrows, leaving them with their eyes wide open in disbelief.

Moreover, a blood oath was left beside them, imitating An Muyang's handwriting: "Blood debts must be repaid in blood. You ten are not fit to be soldiers. I, An Muyang, and Lan Dieyi have returned to take revenge."