Sheng Hao pinched her neck and said harshly: "Shen Anan, you'd better behave yourself, otherwise I will divorce you immediately."

As he spoke, Sheng Hao swung his arm, and Shen Anan was thrown to the corner of the table like a rag, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Tears welled up in her eyes. Shen Anan looked at Sheng Hao, whose face was ashen, and ran out with her hands covering her face sadly.

The more he looked at Shen Anan, the more unhappy Sheng Hao became. He kicked the table, didn't even eat, and walked into the house.

Thousands of miles away, Song Yuzhou was moving forward in the dark.

"Yuzhou, we are almost there." Zhao Liang said in a low voice.

For the past two years, a group of militants has been disturbing nearby residents and posing a serious threat to national security.

Several special forces teams had previously been tasked with dealing with this militant group, but all had failed.

So this time, the Shenying unit where Song Yuzhou was located was in charge. Their mission was to assassinate the leader of the militants and carry out a decapitation operation.

As long as the mission is successful, the other side will be left leaderless and become a mess.

Because of the dangerous nature of the mission, everyone prepared for the worst before setting off.

"Everyone be careful." Song Yuzhou said in a low voice.

"Don't worry, our actions are very secretive and they won't notice." Zhao Liang said with a smile.

Song Yuzhou suddenly made a stop gesture and pricked up his ears to listen.

"What's wrong?"

"There's movement."

In the dark night, Song Yuzhou heard rustling sounds.

Suddenly noticing something, Song Yuzhou shouted sharply: "Be careful, there's an ambush!"