An Moxue scrambled to avoid the pursuing vehicles, quickly wiping the mud and grass off her face, and drove desperately forward.

"Ptooey! Ptooey!" She tilted her head and spat out the dirt in her mouth. It seemed that these people would not stop until they killed her. They threw grenades at her car as if they were free, as soon as they caught someone within range.

Ahead lay an endless grassland with no cover whatsoever. She could only drive forward desperately, trying to increase the distance between herself and the group of assassins.

The road was rugged, so she could only hold the steering wheel with both hands. With a bump, she was thrown off her seat and her head hit the roof of the car, making her wince in pain.

The five cars behind them kept close behind, never managing to create much distance. In a moment of carelessness, they threw out another grenade.

She was so angry she wanted to curse. How many grenades had they prepared? How much money had they spent?

You really think too highly of her!

As they approached the depths of the grassland, she gripped the steering wheel tightly, glanced at the rearview mirror, a cold glint flashing in her eyes, and a bloodthirsty smile playing on her lips—Come on! Keep up the pace! I'll send you to a place of no return.

The people in the vehicles behind were completely unaware of the danger approaching them, and were having a lively discussion.

"A woman? Those nobles overestimated her. She's nothing special. She was chased by us and could only run away without even being able to fight back."

"What a pity for such a beautiful girl."

"Yeah, this time we made the most money ever! Brothers, have you decided how to spend it?"

"Need I say more? Same old rule: if you have money and don't enjoy it, are you just waiting to let it rot?"

"Ha ha ha ha......"

"Quick, brothers, it looks like they're speeding up ahead, keep up!"

"Don't worry, with this vast grassland, where can she run to?"

"Sit tight, we're about to speed up."

As the vehicle drove further and further away, it was gradually led by An Moxue to the depths of the grassland, a place rarely visited in winter. None of the assassins, immersed in the joy of their impending victory, noticed this, or perhaps they did notice but chose not to.

An Moxue had already used her mind to coat all the grenades in the space with a layer of sedative during the drive, so that they would not only not blow up the people, but also knock them unconscious.

With everything ready, An Moxue's car gradually slowed down.

She first took an antidote, and then the vehicle suddenly stopped.

Just as the assassins behind thought the vehicle had broken down and their chance had come, An Moxue jumped out of the window onto the roof, stood up straight, and quickly threw grenades one after another.

"Oh no, get out of the way!" By the time some of the assassins reacted, the grenade was already flying through the air, hurtling towards them in a parabolic trajectory.

After throwing the grenade, An Moxue didn't stop for a moment. She quickly returned to the car, accelerated, and drove forward until she heard a huge explosion. She only looked at what was happening behind her in the rearview mirror.

She stopped the car only after the explosion subsided, glanced at her watch, and began to wait.

Half an hour later, when there was no movement behind her, she smiled happily, turned the car around, and drove to a group of cars.

Looking at the wrecked vehicles and the scattered debris inside, my anger dissipated somewhat.

After she finished inspecting each vehicle with her submachine gun, she shot each of the unconscious assassins once more, sprinkled some animal-attracting powder, and then quickly left the scene.

On the outskirts of Ulanakh, at An Moxue's own ranch, the guards, seeing An Moxue's disheveled appearance, knew without a doubt what she had been through.

Bach, who was on duty, asked, "Miss Giddo, are you alright?"

An Moxue waved her hand and said, "It's okay, just get me some hot water so I can wash my face and hair."

"Do we still need to send someone out?"

"No need, I've taken care of everything. Don't make a fuss. Just be careful of strangers lately, especially those from Osiri. Bring me this year's accounts."

"yes."

Bach brought hot water and brewed a pot of hot tea for An Moxue. He then placed the ranch's accounts for the year on the table and left.

He had prepared the accounts as soon as he knew An Moxue was coming back, just waiting for her to check them.

As her businesses grew larger and more numerous, An Moxue felt an increasing urgency to establish a special team to oversee and verify the accounts.

But now, sitting at her desk, she reluctantly picked up the ledger and began working.

Several ranch people outside saw An Moxue's car and gathered around it, discussing it amongst themselves.

"We're being hunted down again!"

I think so.

"Judging from these marks, it looks like it was damaged by an explosion."

"Who received Miss Jido? I wonder how she is? Is she injured?"

"Go ask Bach, he'll definitely know."

"Walk."

The ranch people gathered around Bach and asked, "Bach, is that all?"

Before Bach could answer, someone said, "That won't do. What if a few more assassins come? We have to protect Miss Giddo and make sure she doesn't get hurt."

"Yes, we must protect Miss Jido."

Bach quickly stopped everyone, saying, "Stop. Miss Giddo said to be careful of outsiders, and she's currently checking the accounts. She'll probably leave tomorrow and won't be staying in Duobian this time. Take care of your own business first. I'll come find you if anything comes up. Let's disperse now! Don't bother Miss Giddo."

The next day, early in the morning, An Moxue drove away, met with Duoze, made some arrangements for the follow-up matters, and then left by train.

An Moxue quietly returned to Puda State, where she secretly met with Freda and the manager at the manor. She learned about the events that had occurred since she left and that everything was normal at the company. Then she quietly left again.

On the second, third, and fourth day afterward, several families were exposed for tax evasion, reported by others, and investigated by the government.

For a time, the Oseri noble family was in a state of panic, all fearing that they would receive a court summons and that the government would come to inspect their home.

An Moxue sat in her office at the underground venue, listening to Boris's report. After she finished, she said, "Boris, you're the one who gets things done the best. Just follow our previous plan and take them one step at a time. Once they get busy and their interests are harmed, they won't have time to keep bothering me. To put it bluntly, they'll be too idle."

Boris was somewhat unwilling. "Aren't we going to make any further preparations? Is this all we're going to do? We could have gone much more aggressively."

"No, if a vicious dog attacks a sheep, the sheep will get hurt. It's not worth it. Just pick one of these few."

"Are those houses still standing?"

"If we don't move, even a fool would guess it was me. These few families, even if they suspect, it's just suspicion. And the other families that haven't been reported will also consider who did it and what their next step will be to minimize their losses. Nobles have always been about interests, not sentiment. One second they're friends, the next they might be enemies. One second they're enemies, the next they might be friends. Before we become a behemoth, it's not wise for us to offend too many people."

"Yes, I will arrange the next steps according to your wishes."

"Okay, be sure to keep my location a secret."