Chapter 506 Even the Starlight is Vicious

"Fruit Treasure is back."

Many people were gathering around the sofa, spreading out dresses made of various fabrics. There were also several display racks next to it, filled with dresses of various colors.

A makeshift dressing table was set up in the corner of the living room. Dozens of makeup artists were adjusting cosmetics, and a few people who looked like assistants were whispering about something. When they saw Fang Li come in, everyone stopped.

"There's something I forgot to tell you. Grandpa wants you to attend Xu's year-end meeting tomorrow. This is the styling team we specially invited from Paris and Milan to take care of your look tomorrow."

Fang Li's mother walked out of the crowd, her eyes full of worry: "Li Li, if you don't want to go, don't force yourself. I'll talk to Grandpa..."

"It's okay, I can go."

Fang Li's voice was calm but clear, interrupting her mother.

The living room suddenly became quiet, and the busy servants were stunned.

Everyone who knows Fang Li knows that she has never liked public occasions since she was a child, especially attending large banquets, which is what she is most opposed to.

Everyone thought she wouldn't agree this time, but unexpectedly she agreed.

The head of the styling team was the first to react, a smile immediately plastered across his face. "That's great, Miss Xu! We've prepared twenty dresses, along with several top hairstylists. We guarantee you'll be the center of attention tomorrow!"

Fang Li nodded, her eyes sweeping over the dazzling array of dresses, jewelry, and cosmetics in the living room. The air was filled with the mixed scent of hairspray and perfume. The busy and grand scene seemed to be the prelude to a long-dormant appearance.

She walked to a row of dresses, her fingertips gently brushing against one of the moon-white satin dresses, and for the first time, there was a clear light of her own in her eyes.

What followed was several hours of dress selection and fitting.

Fang Yun was worried that Fang Li was tired, so he kept watching her and let her rest after trying on a few pieces of clothing.

In this way, they were busy until sunset. The wall clock showed the number nine, and Fang Li's dress and makeup were finally decided.

After the styling team left, Fang Li ate something and went upstairs.

The steam in the bathroom had not yet dissipated. Fang Li sat on the edge of the bed wrapped in a bath towel, her fingertips repeatedly stroking the necklace around her neck.

Now the stone is pressed against my collarbone, but the cold touch cannot suppress the panic in my heart.

She opened the address book, her fingertips hovering over the dial button, but her heart suddenly tightened.

She could imagine the moment the call was connected, the sound of the wind coming from the other end, or his low voice amidst the noise of the electricity.

He said "don't worry", but worry never obeys orders.

She didn't know what he was doing at the moment, whether he was looking at the same moon as her, or hiding in a corner, tense.

She was afraid of the smell of gunpowder on the other end of the phone. Listening to her own accelerated heartbeat hitting the silent room, Fang Li finally turned off the screen and put the phone upside down on the bedside table.

The neon lights outside the window shone through the gauze curtains, casting swaying light and shadows on the wall, just like her ups and downs in her mood.

And the Mamba at that time.

It was also late at night.

The only sounds in the dark woods were the chirping of insects and the faint sound of gunfire in the distance.

Han Xi leaned on the hood of the SUV, and a red location lit up on the screen of his mobile phone. The coordinates were exactly the old house in Haicheng.

Yes, he had specially installed a small locator in the necklace he gave to Fang Li when he left the capital.

He enlarged the map and looked at the image on the satellite map. He could even imagine that she might be curled up in bed reading a book or staring at her phone.

"What are you looking at?"

Deng Xiulin stuck his head out from the passenger seat with an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

Han Xi didn't look up, but tapped the red dot on the screen with his fingertips, as if touching a fragile treasure. "Where are the things we prepared?"

There was a barely perceptible hoarseness in his voice. "Try to end this battle quickly and appease the local armed forces. Don't let them get into trouble."

"rest assured."

Jiang Bei took out night vision goggles from the trunk and said in a calm tone, "The military government took over our entire shipload of medical supplies. We just replaced the outer sentries with their men last night. We know the firing points of the Fourth Master's private armed forces better than he does himself."

Han Xi finally put away his phone, and the gentleness in his eyes was instantly replaced by sharpness.

He stood up and jumped off the hood, the sound of his military boots breaking dead branches was particularly clear in the silence.

Deng Xiulin said, "Mercenaries are already on standby in the eastern wing of the mining area. Their equipment is three generations superior to your fourth uncle's antiques. The local military government's armored convoy will seal off the western exit at six o'clock tomorrow morning. Everything has been arranged."

Han Xi nodded and took the tactical backpack handed to him by Jiang Bei. The satellite phone and first aid kit inside were prepared in duplicate for the most extreme situations.

He lowered his eyes and examined it slowly.

Jiang Bei said: "I had local people mark the evacuation route from the mining area to the border seven times, with a pick-up point every five kilometers."

The night wind brought the smell of blood from afar, which was the most common smell in this land.

Occasionally, beams of flashlight flashed in the depths of the woods. Those were the secret sentries set up by Han Shuo.

Over the years, the armed forces he has raised here have even forced the local government to give in. The villages around the mining area have long become uninhabited areas, with only broken walls and wandering stray dogs left.

Han Xi looked up at the moon covered by dark clouds. Even the stars in the Mamba night sky were filled with hostility, but what flashed through his mind was the light in Fang Li's eyes when she smiled.

"How's it going in Jiangdong?"

He zipped up his tactical backpack, and the crisp sound of the metal buckles drew a cold and hard line in the night.

"My brother has sent me news that everything is normal at the mine. The people at the Fourth Master's side shouldn't have discovered our whereabouts yet. He has already arranged for us to go over at any time."

Han Xi raised his eyes.

The searchlights of the distant mining area swept across the night sky like will-o'-the-wisp, like a huge net quietly moving towards the land soaked in ambition and blood, covering the sky and the earth.

"Let's go."

Deng Xiulin got out of the car, took the equipment thrown by Jiang Bei, patted it and threw it on his back.

Han Xi took the lead and went into the woods behind him, followed by the other two. The three figures quickly disappeared into the woods, and the sound of their footsteps was soon swallowed up by the wind.

The Xu family’s old house far away in Haicheng.

Xu Fangye didn't come back tonight, and Fang Li was the only one in the whole building.

Late at night, in Fang Li's room upstairs.

The room was dark, with only a bedside lamp on.

The person on the bed had fallen into a deep sleep, but a closer look revealed that she was sleeping very restlessly, with dense beads of sweat on her forehead and neck. She was clutching the quilt nervously and kept muttering something.

Fang Li fell into a dream.

In her dream, she was in a dark forest.

There was nothing in front, behind, or around, only the whistling cold wind and the occasional roar of wild beasts in my ears.

Fang Li trembled, standing there alone with her shoulders hugged, fear enveloping her from head to toe.