SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

Meanwhile, in a dark basement in Anping District, piercing screams could be heard incessantly.

The dagger in Xiaoman's hand gleamed coldly in the dim light as she writhed inch by inch inside the gray-robed man's body until he lost his life.

She sheathed her dagger, blood dripping from the tip, and pouted helplessly, saying, "Sanshi, are they really that stubborn?"

"There's another one here, still breathing. Let's see if this last one is the toughest one."

San Shi chuckled lightly, his smile sinister like that of a demon, which made the gray-robed man tremble all over.

The gray-robed man's voice trembled: "No, don't kill me... we really don't know anything..."

"Don't know? That's easy!"

Xiaoman smiled and squatted down, looking at the gray-robed man and adding, "Your companions are all very resilient, I hope you are too." As soon as she finished speaking, the dagger danced again, and screams echoed from the basement once more.

"Don't rush, there are still 99 cuts left, hang in there!" Xiaoman said, wielding the dagger even faster.

"I... Ah—! I'll talk!" Xiaoman's dagger stopped abruptly, and a glint of light flashed in both her and Sanshi's eyes.

Several streams of blood flowed from various parts of the gray-robed man's body. He gasped weakly, "I...I said...don't kill me..."

Xiaoman sheathed her dagger, her expression pleased: "Wouldn't it have been better if we had done this earlier? It would have been so much better if everyone had been peaceful and harmonious. Why did we have to fight and kill each other? Really."

San Shi also squatted down and said in a deep voice, "Don't waste time, speak."

"Cough, cough..." The gray-robed man coughed up blood, his eyes gradually becoming unfocused, and he said weakly, "We... came to... save me..." As soon as he finished speaking, his body collapsed to the ground.

Xiaoman and Sanshi were both dumbfounded.

"Hey! Hey!" Xiaoman nudged the gray-robed man, and Sanshi quickly checked his breath before sighing, "He's already cold."

"No way? I finally found a spineless coward... Ugh! So annoying!" Xiaoman stomped her feet in frustration.

"Let's go, Anping District is really lively right now," San Shi said as he walked towards the stairs.

Xiaoman followed regretfully: "What a pity, we were so close to finding out their purpose..."

……

12:30 PM.

The air inside the Duanshe Tavern was filled with the steam of instant noodles. Gu Cang was making instant noodles while staring at his computer screen.

The screen displayed real-time surveillance footage of various corners of Anping District, and his computer privileges were equal to those of the Chief of Staff of Jiangcheng Town.

Just then, the tavern door creaked open. Gu Cang paused, wondering to himself: Who could it be at this hour?

Upon recognizing the person, he paused for a moment, then smiled and looked up, "A rare guest indeed! What brings you here?"

The newcomer was burly and had a cold expression. He walked straight to the bar and sat down, saying in a deep voice, "Gu Cang, I have some things I'd like to discuss with your... distant cousin."

"Cough cough—" Gu Cang coughed, choked by a puff of smoke, his eyes filled with doubt. "You...are you joking with me?"

"The current ruler of Zhen'erting wants to discuss this with a freshman from the academy?"

Ning Mo nodded: "Yes, I heard from Qing He and Cheng Xiao that his theoretical knowledge is very strong."

Gu Cang's expression instantly became interesting. He knew Ning Mo must have guessed something, so he teased, "May I ask, are there any theoretical knowledge that a seventh-level Awakened needs to come specifically to learn?"

Ning Mo directly avoided the question, his tone serious: "Is he available? It should be after class now. I heard he lives near you, I can wait."

Gu Cang paused, his voice hoarse, "You've come at a really bad time today. He's gone home. How about... you come another day?"

"Going home? Not going to class?" Ning Mo asked back.

"Well, something's come up at home, how about you..."

He was interrupted before he could finish speaking: "Where does he live?" Ning Mo realized his mistake after speaking and added, "I was just asking, I didn't mean anything by it."

Gu Cang's lips twitched, and he thought to himself: Just asking? No other meaning? Your thoughts are written all over your face.

He smiled and shook his head, then took out a piece of paper, wrote down a phone number, and handed it over: "If you want to discuss anything, just call me. You don't need to go through me."

Ning Mo took the note, tucked it into his pocket as if it were a precious treasure, and then looked at Gu Cang: "Where does he live?"

Gu Cang: ".……….."

"I've given you the phone number, just ask yourself. I only remember it's in Anping District, but I forgot the specific neighborhood."

"You don't even know your distant cousin's address?" Ning Mo retorted, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Gu Cang laughed to cover up his embarrassment: "Hey, we're distant relatives, it's been so many years since we last visited each other, how could I remember clearly?"

"Thanks, I have something to do, I'll head back now." Ning Mo stood up and strode away.

Gu Cang flicked his cigarette case, precisely placing a cigarette into his mouth. Amidst the swirling smoke, he chuckled softly, "Qinghe must have said something after he went back."

Outside the tavern.

Ning Mo got into a black SUV and saved the phone number into his phone.

After exiting the auxiliary road, he slammed on the gas pedal, the engine roaring as he muttered to himself, "Anping District..."

……

5:00 in the afternoon.

On a bustling street in Anping District.

Su Nianhe, dressed in black casual wear, walked lightly along the side road, her long hair tied in a high ponytail, her fair ankles appearing and disappearing with each step.

Passersby stopped in their tracks, their eyes involuntarily drawn to her beautiful face.

Yu Lan followed silently behind her, like a quiet shadow.

"boom--"

Suddenly, a loud crash was heard, and a car on the street rear-ended another vehicle.

The woman in the passenger seat instantly exploded, yelling furiously, "Red light! What the hell are you thinking?!"

The man in the driver's seat repeatedly apologized, but his eyes kept glancing at Su Nianhe, his gaze filled with amazement.

The woman in the passenger seat followed his gaze, her anger flaring instantly. She slapped the man across the right cheek: "Look! Look! I'll show you!"

A red mark immediately appeared on the man's face. He snapped back to reality and said urgently, "Wife, let me explain..."

The driver of the car that was rear-ended angrily got out of his vehicle, but paused briefly when he saw what was happening through the window, muttering to himself:

What a tigress! Just like my husband.

He felt a strange sense of sympathy for someone in the same boat.

At the end of the side road, Su Nianhe stopped in a relatively quiet area and said in a cool voice, "Go north. If you spot Wang Guo, don't alert him. Just follow him."

"Yes." Yu Lan replied respectfully, but suddenly froze when she turned around.

A familiar figure came into view: this was the man who opened the door to the Wang's villa that day!

She snapped back to her senses, smiled at Lin Mu, and quickly left, secretly wondering: Could it be that the King... has really fallen in love? Or perhaps...