SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

"Tap, tap."

Su Nianhe turned around in her silver-white high heels, the sound of her heels striking the ground being particularly clear in the dark cell.

Without looking back, she leaped to the ground: "Don't lose them."

"You can go even faster." Lin Mu's voice rang out almost simultaneously behind her.

He carried Qinghe on his back and steadily kept up with Su Nianhe's pace.

Su Nianhe chuckled softly, and crimson wings suddenly unfurled behind her: "Then you'd better keep up..."

Her figure flashed like a crimson lightning bolt, darting swiftly across the rooftops.

Lin Mu, carrying Qinghe on his back, caught up instantly, and the two figures darted swiftly through the rain.

On the north city wall.

The moment the four seventh-tier gray-robed men fell, the battle on the city wall turned into a one-sided massacre.

"Triple power!"

Zhao Shanhe's fist slammed down with a sharp, tearing sound, and the blood plasma exploded into a blood mist in the torrential rain.

He surveyed the battlefield, and after confirming that the outcome was no longer in doubt, he leaped off the city wall and headed towards the east gate, his voice somber: "This is only a portion of the forces hidden behind the scenes..."

The gray mist on the city wall gradually dissipated, and Ning Mo's gaze swept over the broken walls and ruins of the prison, his brows furrowing: "Qinghe..."

Just as he was about to jump into the prison, a hand suddenly grabbed his arm tightly.

"What do you mean?" Ning Mo raised an eyebrow, his tone filled with suppressed anger.

"Qinghe was too badly injured and has been rescued!"

Gu Cang's tone was unusually serious, and he then added, "Don't ask me anything more, just trust me. I won't tell you even if you ask."

He patted Ning Mo on the shoulder, his voice serious: "Ning Mo, don't be impulsive."

"These forces hidden in the shadows have begun to surface."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure quickly disappeared into the rain, giving Ning Mo no chance to ask a question.

"Gu Cang...do you know something?" Ning Mo muttered to himself, staring in the direction where he had disappeared.

Just then, a series of unsteady footsteps sounded behind them.

Ning Mo turned around abruptly, but his eyes instantly dimmed.

Feng Xi and his group stood in the rain, covered in blood, each step feeling like walking on a knife's edge.

Feng Xi clutched the bleeding wound on her waist, blood trickling down between her fingers, her voice mournful: "This operation against Zhen'e Ting involved fourteen people..."

Her voice grew hoarse as her gaze swept over the bloodstains on Ning Mo's body, washed away by the torrential rain, and tears mingled with the raindrops as they streamed down her face.

"Six dead, eight seriously injured..."

Eight figures stood silently in the torrential rain...

Their faces were covered in blood and rain, and their eyes were filled with a mixture of heart-wrenching grief and burning rage.

The grief is for the six brothers who died, and the anger is for the darkness of this world.

The rain pelted them, making a dull thud, as if mourning the dead…

After a moment, Ning Mo took a deep breath and said in a heavy voice, "Qing He has been rescued by Gu Cang's men."

"Take your six brothers and go home."

Thirty minutes later, the downpour was still continuing.

A group of figures dressed in daytime uniforms appeared at the edge of the north city wall. They stopped in their tracks, their pupils widening suddenly.

The broken walls and ruins before them, the bloodstains and corpses scattered everywhere, instantly filled their faces with bewildered shock, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

Lou Ping's foot suddenly kicked a round object. He looked down and exclaimed in a trembling voice, his tone cracking:

"Chief Qin Jiang, this...this is Elder Ge's..."

Qin Jiang stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the mess on the ground. He gasped, his voice trembling, "Just what... what scale of battle has taken place...?"

His gaze fell upon the densely packed corpses on the city wall, his brow furrowed, and finally, he hardened his heart and made a decision, saying in a deep voice, "Lou Ping, Kong Nan."

Upon hearing this, the two immediately opened their umbrellas and quickly walked to Qin Jiang's side.

Qin Jiang pointed to the long knife on the ground, and Lou Ping immediately bent down and picked it up.

The blade was still stained with undried blood, and the cold touch made his fingers tremble.

He looked up at Qin Jiang, his voice hesitant: "Chief, this knife..."

Qin Jiang paused, then let out a heavy sigh, a bitter smile on his face: "Which of you is confident... can guarantee that I won't die despite being severely injured?"

"Can you do it?"

Lou Ping's hand holding the knife trembled uncontrollably; he simply couldn't bring himself to be ruthless towards the chief.

At this moment, Kong Nan suddenly stepped forward, snatched the long sword from Lou Ping's hand, and said with a solemn expression, "Chief, are you really going to do this?"

"Yes, this is to preserve the daylight."

Qin Jiang's tone instantly turned serious, his eyes showing no hesitation: "Come on, Kong Nan, just make sure I don't die, and you can do whatever you want."

"Afterwards, you should immediately return to the capital. After seeing that I am seriously injured, they will not suspect Bai Zhou."

"But..." Before Lou Ping could finish speaking, Kong Nan said in a deep voice, "Chief, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, come on..."

As soon as Qin Jiang finished speaking, a mouthful of blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, splashing into the rainwater in front of him and spreading out in a glaring red.

"Chief, if you are in pain, you can call out."

As Kong Nan spoke, his longsword swiftly swung at Qin Jiang.

Lou Ping couldn't bear to look at him anymore, and turned away abruptly, his shoulders trembling slightly.

After several stabs, a series of piercing screams echoed from the north city wall...

Inside the Zhen'erting Building in the Holy Capital, the lights were on.

The lobby on the first floor was already packed with people.

They were all armed, their eyes resolute, and the air was thick with a suffocating, heavy atmosphere.

"Shen Rou, how is it outside?" Cheng Xiao stood at the front of the crowd, his back to them, his voice low.

Shen Rou sat in front of the computer, her fingers flying across the screen, which displayed surveillance footage of the building's perimeter.

The building was completely surrounded by a dense mass of dark shadows.

She looked up at Cheng Xiao, her tone urgent: "Right now, we're completely surrounded, but... there's a secret passage that can lead us out of their encirclement."

As he finished speaking, Cheng Xiao slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping heavily over all the figures in the Zhen'e Ting uniforms in the hall, each look seeming like a farewell:

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the last time I'm asking you this question. If you wish to leave, this is your final chance."

The air fell silent instantly, and the only response he received was the chilling silence of the crowd.

No one spoke, no one moved, and everyone's eyes were filled with a resolute determination to die for their cause.

Just then, a sudden voice broke the silence: "Make way, make way, excuse me, excuse me."

Cheng Sui walked over carrying three boxes of liquor. He went straight to the front of the hall, placed the boxes on the ground, and made a dull thud.

He looked at Cheng Xiao, a hearty smile spreading across his face: "What are you all standing there for? Nobody's leaving."

He then pointed to the three cases of liquor on the ground, his tone tinged with regret: "These are all fine wines that our Zhen'e Court has been storing away for a long time. It would be a shame if we didn't drink them soon."

Then, he shouted loudly at the crowd, "Brothers, a few of you come with me to the warehouse, I can't carry it all by myself."

As he was leaving, he turned back and smiled at Cheng Xiao, his voice tinged with a hint of teasing:

"You're in charge of serving the drinks. Cheer up, maybe... this is our last time together."

Cheng Xiao watched Cheng Sui's departing figure and couldn't help but smile helplessly.

His smile held a hint of bitterness, yet also a touch of relief, as he bent down and opened the wine crate on the ground…