Xia Xiang followed Xiu to the place where Hao Ge and Chicken Head were being held. The two were fast asleep on a narrow bed, their snoring deafening.

"Why are there only two? Where is the other person?" Xia Xiang didn't see the person who was supposed to search her.

“He also had a chip implanted in him and was locked up on the lowest level,” Xiu replied awkwardly.

Xia Xiang gave a nonchalant "Mmm".

She punched the man, and their matter was settled. The rest was their own business.

Xia Xiang looked at the two people sleeping soundly in the cell, took out a bomb and threw it in, and set up a protective magnetic field in their small cell to prevent the dust from spreading out.

Xiu stood to the side, trying his best to suppress the twitching at the corners of his mouth and pursing his thin lips.

"It's just itching powder, pale yellow, odorless, and it will cause extreme itching when it gets on human skin. The powder that gets on other places will evaporate automatically after five minutes," Xia Xiang explained casually, then handed Xiu two more packets, generously telling him not to be shy.

Hearing the shrill screams coming from inside, Xiu couldn't help but twitch his lips. He thanked them and carefully stuffed the two packets of itching powder into his pocket.

The other prisoners in their cells were quite surprised to hear the screams, and kept looking in that direction.

This is a prison under the law; the mortality rate from torture is lower than the mortality rate from fighting among prisoners. It's rare to encounter someone who tortures people so directly.

Xia Xiang saw them looking at her like curious children and smiled at them gently and politely, which scared the rows of people pasted on the iron fence into hiding in the corner of the private room.

Five minutes later, Xia Xiang removed the protective magnetic field, revealing that both of their exposed skin had very dense bloodstains.

"Hi~" Xia Xiang greeted with a smile, "Brother Hao, and this Mr. Rooster Head, good afternoon!"

"It's you!" The one called Hao Ge was the first to react, his dark eyes glaring fiercely at Xia Xiang, his hands scratching incessantly.

The man with the rooster-like hair also recognized Xia Xiang. His blood-stained hands kept scratching at his already mangled skin, his eyes were cold, and he clenched his teeth, wishing he could bite Xia Xiang's neck off.

"You still recognize me?" Xia Xiang said to the two of them happily. "Here's a reward."

Xia Xiang tossed the clear glass bottle containing the white pill onto the floor of the private room. "This is the antidote, but I came in a bit of a rush, so there's only one left. You two can try to negotiate amicably."

Xiu stood to the side, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back, unable to accept the scene.

Although he had experienced countless battles, large and small, and had traversed seas of blood and mountains of corpses, he had seen even more gruesome scenes. However, he couldn't understand Xia Xiang's intentions in torturing these two people, and even felt that she simply found it amusing.

In the cramped private room, the two fought fiercely, but in the end, Hao Ge won and took the antidote.

The medicine worked quickly, so Hao Ge now had time to calmly watch his companion scratch his own bloody skin.

"Oh, I remember now, there's one more pill," Xia Xiang patted her head, picked up the pill and played with it in her hand, looking at the rooster-headed man, "But we have to trade."

Although the rooster-headed man's bloodshot eyes still carried a murderous aura, he had clearly compromised.

Xia Xiang: "Why did you execute those demonized people?"

The skin on the rooster's head, which had been scratched, turned even redder, and he squeezed out two words through his teeth: "Mission!"

"Who gave the order?" Xia Xiang held the medicine even closer to the rooster's head.

The rooster-headed man stared intently at Xia Xiang, but didn't say a word.

"They can't say anything more than these superficial things," Xia Xiang said dejectedly, tossing the antidote to the rooster head.

Xia Xiang noticed that Xiu's expression wasn't good, but didn't say much. "I'll come see you again tomorrow, bye-bye~"

After saying that, he left on his own, leaving the two of them and Xiu standing there looking at each other in bewilderment.

After leaving, Xia Xiang went to the training ground to find Hu Yanjing and Ren Chenfeng. The two were training seriously, so she didn't disturb them and just strolled around inside.

"Little Fatty, come here." Jiu Wu was waiting at the end of the corridor on the third floor, smiling and waving at her.

"What are you doing here?" Xia Xiang took a half step back, and saw the smile on Jiu Wu's face freeze.

Xia Xiang quickly turned her head, looked around, and finding no one, immediately teleported to Jiu Wu's side, pulling him to hide in a secluded corner.

When she made sure no one was around, she looked up and found that Jiu Wu's face was as dark as ink.

"Am I someone you can't show your face to? I'm ashamed to be seen by others." Jiu Wu pinched Xia Xiang's face and lowered his voice.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Xia Xiang pulled his hand down, rubbed her face, and scolded him playfully.

"So what are you doing?" Jiu Wu narrowed his eyes, somewhat suspicious. "Starting something and then abandoning it?"

"Do you think it's appropriate for you to say that?" Xia Xiang was speechless at his statement.

"Then why haven't you come to see me since you came back? You even secretly went to see that old geezer." Jiu Wu felt that she didn't miss him at all, which was really too much.

"I don't need anything from you, and I have to go to school." Xia Xiang saw that he was unhappy and tried to explain, "Besides, you're so busy. I wouldn't bother you if I didn't have something to say."

Hearing her say that, Jiu Wu smiled again and boldly suggested, "Why don't you come back and stay here? That way you can see me every day."

"It's inconvenient," Xia Xiang decisively refused. "I didn't spread the news of my return this time, and I don't want to be too conspicuous."

"You..." Jiu Wu wanted to try to persuade him, but was interrupted by the ringing of his phone.

Xia Xiang raised an eyebrow and waited for him to answer the phone.

"Young Master, please continue with your work. I'm leaving now." Xia Xiang waved her hand and left without a trace of lingering affection.

Moxibustion Dance: ...

Xia Xiang finally breathed a sigh of relief after she left.

"What are you doing? Why do you look like you've done something wrong?" Hu Yanjing wiped the sweat from his forehead and exchanged a glance with Ren Chenfeng.

"No, I didn't," Xia Xiang denied. "Hurry up and pack up when you're done. I'll wait for you outside."