After ninety-nine online romances, I finally met my ex in person when school started.

Zhu Xun Chuan ignored her threat.

He released Qu Feiyan's hand and took out a pure silver windproof lighter from his trench coat pocket.

"Ding." A flame shot up.

Zhu Xun Chuan lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled the grayish-white smoke. (A Yin: Brother Chuan has to show off before he gets things done, and he smokes before he shows off.)

"The person can be replaced." Zhu Xun Chuan flicked the ash off a cigarette between two fingers, his gaze falling on the Gu jar in the woman's hand. "But how can I be sure the Gu inside her can be completely removed?"

The woman laughed loudly, tapping her fingers on the inside of the jar. "You have no right to bargain. Either do as I say, or I'll tap it three times, and the Heart-Eating Gu will gnaw through her heart!"

"Is that so?" Zhu Xun Chuan's tone was flat, even carrying a hint of casual laziness.

The masked woman's eyes turned cold: "Zhu Xun Chuan, do you think I'm joking with you?"

"I don't like joking," Zhu Xun Chuan said coldly. "Prove it to me. Prove you can cure the Gu poison."

The masked woman was enraged by his arrogant and domineering attitude. She raised her right hand, her nails digging heavily into the edge of the Gu jar, preparing to activate the mother Gu to teach Pei Yanyu a lesson.

Just as her fingertips were about to touch the surface of the Gu jar.

"Coo coo—"

Two very faint hoots suddenly rang out in the night sky.

As soon as the sound faded, several extremely muffled sounds of flesh tearing echoed in the air.

The three infrared lights at the top of the tower and the highest point of the container went out instantly.

The masked woman suddenly raised her head.

The three core bodyguards responsible for overall monitoring and sniping did not utter a single scream.

Their bodies were tightly strangled by transparent polymer threads, hanging directly in mid-air. Blood dripped down the threads onto the rusty iron plate below, making a chilling dripping sound.

A girl dressed in a pure black, tight-fitting combat suit, holding a dripping ceramic knife, stood like a ghost on the edge of the cooling tower, coldly looking down.

noob.

The art of the ultimate assassin was on full display at this moment.

The enemy's formation was thrown into chaos. The female guards behind the surrounding cover cried out in alarm and turned their guns to point at higher ground.

In that tiny gap of one tenth of a second.

Zhu Xunchuan made a move.

His military boots slammed into a concrete tile, shattering it, and he sprang into the air, creating a gust of cold wind.

The masked woman was about to press the Gu pot.

A large hand had already gripped her wrist tightly.

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of bones breaking echoed throughout the stadium.

"Ah—" The masked woman let out a shrill scream, and the purplish-black Gu jar in her hand flew out.

Zhu Xun Chuan delivered a powerful backhand blow to her carotid artery, then followed up with a kick, his leather boot slamming into her knee. The masked woman's legs broke, and she collapsed to her knees. Zhu Xun Chuan's shoe sole pressed directly onto half of her cheek, crushing her silver mask into the concrete.

The entire process took less than two seconds. Completely crushing and overwhelming.

"You dare threaten my man!"

Qu Feiyan let out a soft snort. She was completely unlike her usual weak and pitiful self. The wild nature of the young master of Miao territory was fully unleashed.

She reached into the tactical pouch at her waist and suddenly threw six round, specially made smoke grenades in all directions.

"Bang bang bang!"

A thick purple smoke exploded instantly, spreading rapidly in all directions and completely sealing off an area within a radius of fifty meters.

This is not ordinary smoke, but a high-concentration neurotoxin formulated by Qu Feiyan.

"Cough cough cough!"

The dozen or so female bodyguards hidden in the shadows had just inhaled a breath of purple mist when they clutched their throats, their legs going weak. In less than five seconds, all the assassins in the encirclement collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony, completely lacking the strength to pull the trigger.

Zhu Xun Chuan stepped on the masked woman and caught the falling Gu jar with his left hand.

He turned and walked towards Pei Yanyu.

Little White leaped down from the height, landing silently, and quietly stood guard on the perimeter, watching out for any fish that might slip through the net.

Zhu Xun Chuan bent down, pulled a tactical folding knife from the side of his military boot, and neatly cut the thick hemp rope binding Pei Yan Yu.

"It's alright now."

Zhu Xun Chuan stretched out his long arm and pulled the limp Pei Yan Yu into his arms.

The scent of this man, mixed with the aroma of tobacco, filled her nostrils, and Pei Yanyu's tense nerves instantly relaxed. She leaned against Zhu Xun Chuan's firm chest, her hands gripping the lapel of his trench coat tightly.

"I knew... you would come to save me." Pei Yanyu's voice was soft and sweet, filled with the relief of surviving a disaster, her cheek pressed tightly against his neck.

This extreme dependence made Qu Feiyan, who was walking over from the side, grit her teeth.

"Alright, alright, stop being so lovey-dovey." Qu Feiyan stepped forward, interrupting the ambiguous atmosphere with annoyance. "The curse in her body hasn't been lifted yet. If you keep hugging her, her intestines will be bitten through. Get off me."

Zhu Xun Chuan released his grip, allowing Pei Yan Yu to lean back in her chair.

Qu Feiyan took out an extremely thin silver needle. She deftly pried open Pei Yanyu's mouth and pierced the acupoint on the tip of her tongue with the silver needle. Then, Qu Feiyan formed a complex Miao-style hand seal with both hands and forced her internal energy into Pei Yanyu's abdomen.

A few seconds later, Pei Yanyu let out a painful retching sound.

A blood-red worm covered in barbs crawled out of her mouth.

Qu Feiyan reacted swiftly, precisely pinching the blood gu with two fingers, throwing it on the ground, and crushing it into a stinking mess with her foot.

"The Heart-Eating Gu, Uncle San really went all out." Qu Feiyan clapped her hands, her expression somewhat solemn.

"Yanyu, how are you feeling?" Zhu Xun Chuan asked in a low voice, picking up a handkerchief and handing it to her.

Pei Yanyu took the handkerchief, breathing weakly. She raised her eyes, about to speak, but her gaze met Qu Feiyan's.

Qu Feiyan was staring intently at Pei Yanyu's face, scrutinizing her.

Initially, it was just to determine the severity of the poisoning. However, this young master of Miao territory, skilled in both medicine and poison, had been able to discern bone structure and facial features since childhood, making him extremely sensitive to the direction of facial muscles.

As her gaze lingered on the spot, Qu Feiyan's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

She stared intently at the very thin hairline behind Pei Yanyu's ear, and then at the curve of her jawline.

The air seemed to stand still at that moment.

Qu Feiyan suddenly took two steps back, pointing her finger at the woman leaning against the chair, her voice revealing a hint of undisguised surprise.

"You scumbag, stop hugging her!" Qu Feiyan's breathing became rapid, and she pointed at her face in surprise, "She...she doesn't seem to be the real Pei Yanyu at all!"