With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

Jiang Zhiyu emerged from the shadows, her face expressionless, and glanced at the two men. Using her canvas bag as cover, she pulled out a dagger.

"You can go now," she said, her voice flat and devoid of any emotion, gesturing with the dagger to the man in the black vest.

The man in the black vest paused for a moment, then sneered, "Another one? Oh! And a pretty girl at that. How about it? Come hang out with me, and I'll make sure you live the high life, okay?"

"Get out of here if you don't want to die!" Jiang Zhiyu took a step forward. "Three, two..."

"You little vixen, you've got quite the nerve!" With that, he picked up a dagger and charged at Jiang Zhiyu.

Jiang Zhiyu stood still until the other person rushed close, then suddenly dodged to the side, while simultaneously grabbing the wrist of the man in the black vest and twisting it forcefully.

"Click."

The man in the black vest screamed as his wrist dislocated, and the dagger fell to the ground. Before he could react, Jiang Zhiyu kicked him in the back of the knee, and the man immediately fell to his knees.

A wisp of extremely faint purple poisonous mist flicked from her fingertip, silently seeping into the body of the woman in black. Did she always prefer a permanent solution?

"roll."

Jiang Zhiyu's voice remained flat, without any inflection.

The man in the black vest clutched his severed wrist, glanced at her in horror, then at the half-dead Song Yanzhou on the ground, gritted his teeth, got up, and staggered away.

The alleyway returned to quiet.

Song Yanzhou leaned against the wall, panting heavily, blood gushing from his wound. He looked up at Jiang Zhiyu, his eyes filled with wariness: "Who are you? Why did you save me? Was it also for the blueprints? Let me tell you, no."

Jiang Zhiyu didn't answer immediately. She walked up to him, squatted down, and examined his injuries. There were three knife wounds in total: on his shoulder, side waist, and thigh. The one on his side waist was the deepest, having already damaged the muscle.

"If this isn't treated, you'll die," she said, her tone still indifferent.

"Answer my question," Song Yanzhou forced out. "You saved me, what do you want? Blueprints? I really don't have them. Even if you kill me, it won't make a difference."

Jiang Zhiyu looked up at him, her gaze casual: "I know you don't."

"You know? How do you know? Who are you?" Song Yanzhou asked urgently. In his haste, he couldn't help but cough a few times, his whole body trembling with pain.

"Because that thing is in my hands. I want you to send it back to the mainland."

Song Yanzhou, thinking it was something else, frowned and asked, "What is it?"

"The military blueprints, the ones you're thinking of," Jiang Zhiyu said, "the ones that were stolen from the port last night."

Song Yanzhou's pupils contracted sharply. He stared at Jiang Zhiyu, his eyes flashing with shock, doubt, and disbelief.

"You know about those blueprints?"

"I know," Jiang Zhiyu said frankly. "I took it on Li Jiahao's fishing boat."

"You..." Song Yanzhou used almost all his strength to suppress the trembling in his voice, "Where are you?"

"It's not on me," Jiang Zhiyu said. "The thing is a bit tricky, so I didn't carry it with me. I've hidden it in a safe place."

Song Yanzhou remained silent for a moment before asking, "Then why did you tell me?"

"Because I know its significance, and I know your identity. So..."

"I just don't want it to fall into the hands of the British or the Black Dragon Gang. If you can safely return it to the mainland, that would be the best outcome."

Song Yanzhou stared at her for a long time, his gaze gradually becoming serious. This woman... possessed an indescribable aura—calm, rational, and with a commanding presence.

"Okay." He took a deep breath. "I trust you. But the item is with you. How can I be sure you'll really hand it over?"

"You have no choice but to trust me. Contact your teammates and have them come over. Make sure they bring their identification; I need to verify your identities again."

Jiang Zhiyu said, "Once the others arrive, I'll go get the blueprints. There's no problem with my identity, so I'll naturally hand them over to you. I find it troublesome to keep them in my hands."

Jiang Zhiyu naturally wouldn't tell him that she had a system that could scan identities, and who knew if there might be spies from other countries infiltrated the team.

Song Yanzhou nodded: "Okay."

He pulled a small black communicator from his pocket and pressed a few keys: "This is Qingfeng. The mission is progressing, but I'm injured and need backup. The location is..." He gave an address and added, "Bring four brothers over."

After putting down the communicator, Song Yanzhou looked at Jiang Zhiyu: "They'll be here in half an hour."

"Okay." Jiang Zhiyu stood up. "But your injuries are too severe; you need to be treated first. Can you walk?"

Song Yanzhou leaned against the wall to stand up, staggering slightly. Jiang Zhiyu reached out to support his arm—she was quite strong and steadily supported this man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall.

"Come with me, I'll take you to a safe place."

She helped Song Yanzhou out of the alley and turned into a more secluded side street. There was an abandoned warehouse there, the lock long since rusted.

Jiang Zhiyu pushed it open gently. The room was filled with discarded wooden crates and miscellaneous items, but fortunately it was well hidden.

Jiang Zhiyu had Song Yanzhou sit on a wooden box and took out wound medicine and bandages from a canvas bag—actually from her spatial storage.

"Bear with it."

She tore open his shirt at the shoulder, revealing three knife wounds of varying depths, still bleeding. Jiang Zhiyu skillfully cleaned the wounds, applied medicine, and bandaged them, her movements swift and professional. Song Yanzhou remained silent, his brow furrowed, only occasionally letting out a sharp gasp of pain.

"You know medicine?" he couldn't help but ask.

"No, I've seen it before," Jiang Zhiyu said calmly.

Song Yanzhou did not ask any further questions.

After all three wounds were properly bandaged, Jiang Zhiyu stood up, took a few steps back, leaned against the wall, and looked at him.

The man had sharply defined features, a high nose bridge, and sharp, piercing eyes. His thin lips were slightly pursed due to pain. Even injured, his back was straight and his posture upright. Even sitting simply like this, he was still pleasing to the eye. Hmm, not bad, he fits her aesthetic perfectly, what a pity.

Being stared at so directly by Jiang Zhiyu, he, being a former reconnaissance soldier, was particularly sensitive; his ears turned slightly red, and the redness spread all the way down to his neck.

Seeing his reaction, Jiang Zhiyu found it amusing; he was actually quite innocent.

Song Yanzhou was extremely embarrassed. This woman was just too beautiful and had a very aggressive aura, which made him blush and his heart race.

"Now you can tell me how it got like this," she began. "What happened at the port last night, and what happened afterwards?"

Song Yanzhou remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "Last night, Li Jiahao's men scattered and fled, pursued by the Black Dragon Gang and British agents. The two sides clashed outside the port, each suspecting the other had obtained the blueprints, and as a result..."

Jiang Zhiyu's lips curled slightly: "So?"

"So...we realized something was wrong and decided to postpone our operation..."

Song Yanzhou said, "We've been observing from the shadows, hoping to find real clues. We suspect that Li Jiahao may have other accomplices, or that the blueprints have been moved elsewhere. This afternoon, one of our teammates was exposed while scouting nearby and was chased by the Black Dragon Gang. I was responsible for covering him, so..."

"That's how it turned out," Jiang Zhiyu continued.

"Yes," Song Yanzhou said. "They are still looking for us. By saving me, you have essentially gotten into trouble with the Black Dragon Gang."

Jiang Zhiyu said calmly, "They can't find me, since no one saw me save you. As for the one who escaped, he won't make it back alive."

Song Yanzhou looked at her, his gaze complex. Was this woman... really just an ordinary passerby? The aura emanating from her, the decisiveness with which she acted...

"Who exactly are you?" he couldn't help but ask again.

"Jiang Xia," Jiang Zhiyu said, "an ordinary passerby."

"An ordinary passerby?" Song Yanzhou shook his head. "You don't seem like it."

"Whether it looks like it or not is not important." Jiang Zhiyu stood up. "You wait here, I'll go get the blueprints."

"I'll go with you." Song Yanzhou struggled to stand up.

"Sit down." Jiang Zhiyu pressed down on his shoulder. "You can't go very far in this condition. It'll be more convenient for me to go alone."

Song Yanzhou frowned: "You're all alone..."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine," Jiang Zhiyu said. "I'll meet you here in half an hour."

After saying that, she turned and walked out of the warehouse without waiting for Song Yanzhou to say anything more.