The convoy advanced silently with its lights off, five hundred meters from the outpost. When the armored vehicles finally surrounded the warehouse, everyone held their breath—the doors were twisted and deformed as if torn apart by a giant beast, and the walls were covered with strange patterns that shimmered with a faint light.

"Star Mark..." someone murmured in terror.

Miyamoto Taro made a gesture, and twenty Miyamoto family guards simultaneously smashed through the windows and stormed in. Powerful flashlights swept across every corner, only to discover...

"Nobody here?"

In the center of the empty warehouse, only a green-haired thug, stuck to the wall in a "T" shape with some kind of glowing tape, stood there. His mohawk hung limply, and he kept muttering, "Stars...all stars..."

The men Miyamoto Taro brought were all stunned. This was far removed from the bloody battlefield they had anticipated—no corpses, no signs of explosion, not even any obvious signs of a struggle. Only the dazed thug on the wall, and the mess on the floor...

"What's this?" A team member picked up the wrapping paper from the ground. "'Starlight Brand Super Adhesive Tape, strong adhesion and not easy to peel off'... Supermarket stuff?"

Miyamoto Taro's face twitched a few times. He approached the green-haired man and found that the man's clothes were intact, but there were tear stains on his face, and... stiff muscles from laughing too much?

"Hey!" Miyamoto Taro lightly poked the green-haired guy in the chest with the butt of his rifle. "Where are they? Who attacked the base?"

The green-haired thug slowly raised his head, his eyes unfocused: "They...they...they're so scary..." He suddenly became agitated, "That long-legged woman kicked the iron gate away with one kick! And there was a demon, she...she...she taped me up with duct tape saying she wanted to practice 'binding magic'..."

The team members exchanged bewildered glances. Suddenly, Miyamoto Taro's communicator crackled with his father's furious voice: "What's the situation? Have you found out who attacked our base?"

"Father..." Miyamoto Taro swallowed hard, "I'm afraid... it's not what we think..."

Just then, the green-haired thug suddenly pointed at the ceiling and screamed, "Stars! The stars are here again!" He twisted his body wildly and managed to break free from the wall along with a whole piece of plaster, scrambling and crawling behind the shelves.

Everyone looked up at once, only to see the night sky peeking through the hole in the warehouse roof—a sky dotted with stars, calm and serene as ever.

"Young Master..." a young guard's voice trembled, "Have we... been tricked?"

Miyamoto Taro's face went from red to green to white. He remembered the slap his father had given him before he left, and suddenly wished an intruder would appear right now; at least that would be better than going back to explain everything...

Meanwhile, five kilometers away on the highway, Han Feng's SUV was driving towards the safe house.

"That green-haired guy is so funny!" Su Wanwan rolled around in the back seat. "Did you guys see his expression when I stuck him to the wall?"

Liu Mengran covered her mouth and chuckled: "The way you pasted the 'big' character is so artistic."

Han Feng glanced at the two jubilant people in the rearview mirror, then remembered that the Miyamoto family's guards might have already arrived at the scene, and couldn't help but facepalm.

The door to the safe house made a slight "click" sound. Han Feng, like a thief, pushed it open a crack and peeked around—the living room light was on.

"Nobody's here, come in quickly." He lowered his voice and waved behind him.

Su Wanwan crept in, followed closely by Liu Mengran. The three of them tiptoed in like children who had done something wrong, but froze the moment they turned around.

Liu Xiaoran sat on the sofa with his arms crossed, his face ashen. On the coffee table in front of him were three cups of tea that had gone cold, indicating that he had been waiting for a long time.

"Brother, brother..." Liu Mengran's voice instantly dropped eight octaves.

"What time is it?" Liu Xiaoran's voice was frighteningly calm.

Han Feng glanced at the wall clock—3:20 AM. He chuckled dryly, "Why isn't my brother-in-law asleep yet? Staying up late is bad for your liver..."

"Whoosh!" Liu Xiaoran suddenly stood up, the chair scraping against the floor with a screeching sound. He took three steps in two to stand in front of Liu Mengran, his eyes so sharp they seemed to want to pierce two holes in her.

"Where did you go?"

Liu Mengran subconsciously shrank behind Han Feng, but was pulled out by her brother.

"I, we..."

"I took them out," Han Feng stepped forward, blocking the siblings. "We went to the Miyamoto family's stronghold."

Liu Xiaoran's eyebrows practically flew off his hairline: "What?!" He turned to his sister, his voice suddenly rising, "Do you know this isn't China? Do you know how many eyes are watching us?"

"I know!" Liu Mengran suddenly looked up, her eyes flashing with stubbornness. "That's why I asked Han Feng to take me! I don't want to be a decorative vase that needs protection forever!"

These words were like a pause button being pressed. Liu Xiaoran's mouth hung open, the reprimand he had prepared stuck in his throat. He had never seen his sister talk back to him like this—when did the little girl who had followed him around since she was little, who would hide in his arms even during thunderstorms, become so... brave?

Han Feng interjected at the opportune moment: "Xiao Ran, with me here, no one can hurt them." A wisp of starlight flickered at his fingertips. "With my current level of cultivation, I can't find a match for me on the entire Blue Star."

Liu Xiaoran clenched and unclenched his fist. Rationally, he understood Han Feng's strength, but emotionally...

"What if?" he finally said in a muffled voice, "What if something unexpected happens..."

"There's no 'what if'," Han Feng said, pressing his hand on his shoulder. "I value their safety more than anyone else."

Su Wanwan suddenly appeared between the two, holding up her phone: "Stop arguing! Look at the video I took, that green-haired guy stuck to the wall with tape looks hilarious!"

On the screen, a thug with a flamboyant, punk-like appearance was plastered with his face in a "大" shape, crying and begging for mercy. Liu Xiaoran glanced at it, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"You're using... duct tape?" He tried to maintain a serious expression.

"Bought them at the supermarket, three rolls on sale." Su Wanwan said smugly, "I also grabbed their surveillance hard drive, later I'll..."

"Next time," Liu Xiaoran suddenly interrupted her, "If you're going out, call me."

The three of them were stunned at the same time.

Liu Xiaoran turned his face away, his voice barely audible: "I don't want... my sister to get hurt."

Liu Mengran's eyes instantly reddened. She rushed forward and hugged her brother, burying her face in his chest: "Brother..."

Han Feng and Su Wanwan tacitly took two steps back, giving the siblings some space. Su Wanwan quietly nudged Han Feng: "Hey, your brother-in-law is actually quite gentle."