After Xiao Qianshan left, Chu Liyue was the only one left in the office.
She glanced at her phone and didn't receive a call from Yun Mo, which meant that Xiao Wujie was still asleep.
Her gaze darkened slightly as she walked to her desk, unable to resist taking out a cigarette case from the drawer. She crossed her long legs and placed them on the edge of the desk, lighting a slender cigarette.
The stars flickered, and wisps of smoke swirled around her. Her gaze was deep and unfathomable, carrying a heavy weight within it.
My chest felt tight and heavy, almost like I couldn't breathe.
She closed her eyes, exhausted.
Xiao Wujie's sickly, haggard face, filled with pain, clearly appeared in her mind.
She might even develop a kind of illusion.
For two years she has been immersed in pain, obsessed with trying to wake him up.
Is this really the right thing to do?
Is this just her wishful thinking and selfish idea?
In the two weeks since Xiao Wujie woke up, his vulnerability, his cautiousness, and his torment from illness—every scene was like a sharp needle piercing her heart.
She didn't show it on her face, but she was actually swallowing her anger and resentment.
The profound torment and sense of powerlessness he felt were no less intense than when he was unconscious.
Her baby is living a life that is too tiring and too bitter.
Just then, a soft knock sounded at the door. She opened her eyes instantly, her gaze cold and serene, revealing no emotion whatsoever.
Ai Ruoman carefully pushed open the door and walked in, standing in front of her, and reported softly:
"Master, we made contact with Miss Lin two hours ago."
"She went into a mountain range in the Western Regions to investigate. For a long time, there was no cell phone signal. Now she has received news that Young Master Xiao has woken up."
"As you requested, I informed her that she only needs to go to Lingnan, and Miss Lin has already agreed."
Chu Liyue narrowed her cold eyes slightly, exhaling a thin mist of smoke. After listening, she asked in a cold voice, "Where is Lu Zhufeng?"
Ai Ruoman's fingers curled up subconsciously. She fell silent for a moment, then replied in a low voice, "There's... no news about him yet."
When was the last time you contacted him?
“A month ago, he seemed to be hunting down several S-class assassins.”
Lu Zhufeng was the first to leave, and for two years he hunted down all the henchmen who were involved with Aisie Hall like a butcher.
He is currently ranked number one on the SL bounty list.
In the first year, his activity range was relatively small, and he would usually come back once a month.
By the second year, he was practically hunting down all of Aisie Hall's henchmen around the world, only returning once every two or three months.
It had been almost half a year since he last left.
Chu Liyue frowned slightly, stubbed out her cigarette, her gaze deep and cold as she spoke:
"Keep in touch."
Report any issues to me immediately.
*
The thick, eerie darkness offered no light, making it impossible to determine where one was.
Footsteps sounded in the darkness, and a tall figure stood like a mountain, his cold voice echoing in the darkness:
"He's awake."
"You didn't kill him; you miscalculated."
The flickering oil lamp on the wall illuminated his face, revealing a sharp profile and handsome features; it was undoubtedly Chu Yichen.
"knew."
A low, magnetic, and soft voice came from the darkness, and the dim light barely illuminated a slender figure. When she stepped out of the darkness and was fully exposed to the air, a significant change was visible.
Her face still exuded a seductive charm, but the wrinkles on her face were dense and deep, like hills and valleys, no longer smooth and delicate as before.
The eerie composure in his strangely upturned eyes had been replaced by a gloomy and ruthless expression.
Aisie Hall looked eerily beautiful in her black dress. Her wrinkled hands were clasped in front of her, exuding a faint elegance, but her ugly, tree-bark-like face revealed an indescribable discomfort and strangeness.
"So what if you're awake?"
"He's so badly injured, and he even used forbidden techniques. Now he's just a cripple. What's there to fear?"
A sinister glint flashed in her eyes, and she spoke with a fierce but weak tone, her voice soft yet hoarse with signs of old age.
Chu Yichen gave a cold, slight smirk: "How can you be so sure he's crippled? After all, according to you, he's just temporarily unable to use his special abilities, but two years have passed, and nobody knows whether his abilities have recovered."
"Besides, even if he's crippled, she isn't."
"His fate was unknown, and she had no interest in you. But now that he's awake, will she let you go?"
"You are the culprit, the creator of all trouble."
Seeing the subtle changes in Aisie Hall's expression, a dark undercurrent flowing through him, he added coldly:
"Two years ago, you almost lost your life to her. Do you think you can escape now?"
"shut up!"
He had barely finished speaking when he was interrupted by Aisie Hall's shrill and piercing voice.
Her face was covered in wrinkles that made it almost impossible to see her expression, but one could clearly feel the anger of a wound being reopened and dripping with blood.
Her eerie eyes were covered in blood, and even her breathing became heavy.
She survived, but the price she paid was absolutely devastating.
The clone was completely destroyed. Although Xiao Wujie's final counterattack with his sword did not kill her, it struck her vital point, causing her severe injury.
She recuperated for more than a year before she could barely recover, but the consequence was that her physical strength plummeted and her carefully maintained appearance completely collapsed, turning her into the horrifying sight she is today.
Her battle with Xiao Wujie resulted in the loss of too many S-class assassins, which aroused the wrath of many in SL. Apart from her loyal henchmen, everyone else wanted to kill her as soon as possible.
Because of her injury and inability to appear in public, Wood Punk, who has always been at odds with her in God, frantically tries to eradicate her roots within God.
And then there's Lu Zhufeng's relentless hunting across the world. For the past two years, she's lived a life of hiding like a rat, which is completely unacceptable to her proud nature.
Seeing her greatly shocked expression, Chu Yichen wisely kept quiet.
Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. Although Aisie Hall paid a heavy price, her bizarre and strange abilities remained, and she was still a terrifying and suffocating person.
After a long while, seeing that her turbulent emotions had calmed down somewhat, Chu Yichen spoke in a nonchalant tone:
"There's another piece of news that you might be interested in."
"God's other chairman, Qian Shan, recently went to the capital and even met with him."
As soon as he finished speaking, Aisie Holder frowned: "He's going to the capital of China?"
"He's from Lingnan, China, the head of the Xiao family, and he's so old, yet he went to the capital to see him..."
Suddenly, a strange light flashed in her eyes, and her lips parted slightly: "Xiao Wujie, Xiao Qianshan..."
"They all share the surname Xiao."
Her gaze shifted, and suddenly a chilling smile appeared on her face: "Really?"
"Could it be that a casual move I made back then actually..."
As if remembering something, the light in her eyes grew brighter and brighter until she burst into laughter.
Beside her, Chu Yichen watched her laugh maniacally with an icy expression.
After a long while, she raised her eyes, her gaze filled with malice.
"If that's the case, then there might still be a chance for things to turn around."
Her eyes flickered, and she murmured ominously, "It seems we still need to make some preparations."
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