An Moxue headed north, keeping watch and investigating at the same time. She discovered that a small part of this underground world was naturally formed, while the majority was man-made, and the time was gradual, meaning it was carved out little by little. Moreover, the layout of this place also borrowed the principles of the Five Elements and the Eight Trigrams. Those who do not understand numerology can easily get lost here, unable to find their way back or out.

Once she discovered the pattern of the caves, finding them became much easier. She followed a water flow northward and soon found a dungeon.

The dungeon was built by the water, and various instruments of torture were placed on a large stone platform. Some An Moxue recognized, and some she did not, but all of them were stained dark black by blood and had a strong smell of blood. They were obviously the result of years of accumulation.

She suppressed her discomfort and found several people in the dungeon, all of them unconscious.

An Moxue approached and checked the person inside. She found that he was unconscious due to being drugged. His injuries were better than those of the person she had found before. She took out the antidote and smelled it under the man's nose. The man slowly woke up and looked at An Moxue with eyes full of wariness and resentment.

An Moxue ignored his attitude and asked, "Comrade, are you awake? Are you conscious? Can you tell me how you got here? Who are you people?"

The man's voice was hoarse, and his words were unpleasant. "What? Changed tactics! No more torture, going for a more lenient approach? You think you can get even a single word about our Party and our army from me? Your plan won't work!" Still not satisfied, he spat at An Moxue, but she dodged it.

Then, seeing that his saliva hadn't landed on An Moxue, he felt a little regretful and closed his eyes, no longer looking at her.

An Moxue was very pleased to confirm that the person was conscious and said, "Comrade, take a look at what I have in my hand, and then we can talk about what comes next."

The man ignored her and kept his eyes closed. An Moxue forcibly pried open his eyes and made him look at the documents in her hand.

The man was forced to look at the identification in An Moxue's hand. At first, he was incredulous, then he couldn't believe it. He asked in a trembling voice, "Comrade, are you from the National Security Bureau?"

An Moxue looked at him, her eyes full of seriousness: "Yes, my code name is Hummingbird."

The man asked again, "That legendary hummingbird?"

An Moxue looked puzzled and said, "Then I don't know, does anyone in the National Security Bureau still use this code name?"

The man looked at her with a ghostly expression, which made her look completely innocent. "Comrade, hello, I'm from the National Security Team Seven, codename Red Bean." Then, he said a set of codes that only people from the National Security Team would understand, and An Moxue replied with a set of codes.

The two were overjoyed after their identities were confirmed. Hongdou was surprised that the organization would send Hummingbird to rescue them, while An Moxue was happy to have finally found a comrade who was conscious.

An Moxue asked, "Comrade, how did you get here? What exactly happened?"

Just as Hongdou was about to say something, An Moxue sensed an unfamiliar presence, immediately gave him a chop to the neck, and then dodged behind a large rock in a few quick leaps.

She used her Turtle Breathing Technique to dodge, when she heard a "thud" as a heavy object fell to the ground. The sound made her wince in pain. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her captain being thrown to the ground like a dead dog. As she watched, the corners of her eyes and mouth twitched.

Both being experts, she would have been discovered through direct observation, and she felt that the man's internal strength was no weaker than hers, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to capture their captain so easily.

She searched her space and found a repeating crossbow and a pistol. With the crossbow in her left hand and the pistol in her right, without even aiming, she fired simultaneously with both hands until the gun was empty and all the arrows had been released, before she stopped.

The man was caught off guard and jumped around in a series of swift movements. An Moxue had anticipated his dodge angle, and the man was hit by a bullet and then an arrow.

An Moxue stopped dodging, put away her gun and crossbow, grabbed her longsword and rushed out to fight the man.

At first, the man had a slight advantage, but An Moxue focused on defense and didn't linger in battle, as she became familiar with the man's tactics.

Gradually, the man found his body becoming weaker and weaker, and he glared at An Moxue with resentment, gritting his teeth as he asked, "What did you do to me?"

An Moxue looked at the man with the shameless air of a thug, her hand still wielding the long-handled broadsword without slowing down, and said in a way that was sure to infuriate him, "Why should I tell you?"

Then he looked the person up and down, and finally said, "You shorty who's not even as tall as me, a woman! You're really pathetic!" His expression and attitude were full of contempt.

No man can stand a woman saying he's short, let alone a martial arts master like him.

"You filthy woman, just you wait, I'll show you if I'm a man or not!" After saying that, the man's movements became even more ruthless, each move aimed to kill.

An Moxue's eyes were full of disdain, and her words were arrogant, "Is that so? You good-for-nothing! You dog who grew up eating someone else's rice, doing nothing but ungrateful and treacherous things. You don't even deserve to be called a man! Calling you a dog is an insult to dogs. Let's see how your great-grandmother deals with you today, you lackey. If you don't want to be a human being, then don't be one."

The man's eyes were bloodshot, his glare wide with rage, and he was too angry to speak. No one had ever spoken to him like that before, so how could he not be angry? He vented all his anger on An Moxue, and his attacks became even faster and more ruthless.

An Moxue was afraid he had forgotten about being shot and shot, so she made sarcastic remarks: "Really strong, you can still fight for so long after being shot in the arm and shot in the stomach. You didn't bleed enough."

After An Moxue finished speaking, she slashed at the gun barrel on his arm with her sword. It was just a minor scratch, something the man hadn't paid much attention to before. But after An Moxue's reminder, he was distracted and An Moxue's sword struck his arm.

"Ouch! You're bleeding!" she said gleefully, her hands never idle, each slash faster than the last. She had finally met a worthy opponent, and the fight was evenly matched. If the timing wasn't right, she would regret drugging him and not being able to practice with him a little longer.

She became more and more excited and felt more and more intense as she fought, while the man struggled more and more, especially as the effects of the drug spread faster and faster within his body along with his internal energy.

An Moxue added, "Don't hang up too early! Play with me a little longer! I haven't had enough yet!"

Listen to that, it's like you're certain he's doomed to fail. Who can remain calm after hearing that?

"Shut up! You deserve a beating!" the man roared.