"Huo Rou claims she's the Iron-Faced Executioner?
How is that possible?!
Chen Li couldn't believe it. Legend had it that the Iron-Faced Executioner had been pursued by the leader of Y Country's largest assassin organization for a month, yet remained unharmed. In the end, they even became friends due to this encounter.
In Y Country, there were two entities one absolutely shouldn't provoke: the largest assassin organization, L, and the Iron-Faced Executioner, who was under their protection.
If Huo Rou was such an important figure in Hua Country, how could she be connected to Y Country's assassin organization?
She refused to believe it. Even with a knife to her throat, the desire to uncover the truth outweighed the immediate danger to her life. Chen Li tilted her head and looked at Huo Rou. Huo Rou's eyes seemed to…
Seemed to overlap with the photos of the Iron-Faced Executioner she'd seen in Y Country!
Chen Li's eyes darkened, an idea forming in her mind. She suddenly threw herself backward, evading the fatal blow. Then, she reached out to attack Huo Rou's face.
Huo Rou sidestepped the attack, and Chen Li forcefully ripped off her protective mask!
A fair, flawless small face, lips naturally rosy, with a sweet appearance. Dark hair at the corners of her eyes swept across her face as she moved. Huo Rou's cold, fierce eyes were dyed even darker, all indicating that she was not as soft and harmless as her appearance suggested.
"Sister!" Chen Guochao held his breath inside his respirator, shouting anxiously.
He Zhongwu and the team leader also exclaimed in unison.
This was a hospital rampant with a virus!
Even a single breath could lead to infection, yet Huo Rou was exposed to such an environment.
In their minds, there were only two words: it's over.
Chen Guochao, still recovering, wished he could rush out of the ward immediately to avoid infecting Huo Rou.
A knife was placed against Chen Li's neck again. This time, blood beaded and pain shot through her entire body.
But she was happy!
"Hahaha, since you are…" Her eyes darted, "Does this count as me indirectly killing you?"
She never imagined she'd see the Iron-Faced Executioner again, let alone be the one to send her off.
He Zhongwu wished he could kill Chen Li immediately; she was so wicked!
The team leader fumbled in his backpack and pulled out a protective mask, immediately approaching Huo Rou to put it on her.
"No need."
Huo Rou's voice was soft and light, as if she didn't take the matter seriously.
The team leader urged her, "It's dangerous, please put it on! What if you're not infected?"
He felt like crying. What kind of twist was this…
Huo Rou looked at the worried faces of the others, then at the smug Chen Li.
Her protective gear had been pulled off, but she wasn't dead.
"I won't be infected." Huo Rou knocked Chen Li unconscious with a chop to the neck and dragged her outside. Wearing protective gear was to put others at ease and, secondly, to better conceal herself. She had chrysanthemum inside her, so she wouldn't be infected.
As He Zhongwu and the team leader followed her downstairs, they were bewildered. Without a cure for this disease, how could she be so sure she wouldn't be infected?
Huo Rou offered no explanation, leaving them agonizingly curious.
Before getting into the car, the two comforted each other: Huo Rou was the main force in the laboratory. Since a cure was almost ready, it was normal for her to be able to prevent infection… right?
Huo Rou had already synced her location to Qin Ningyi, and they were all heading towards that spot.
For so long, An An had remained in that place without moving. Those people were likely waiting for her.
The car stopped in front of an office converted from a derelict factory.
Behind the shelter of the building came a low "whimper."
"An An!" Huo Rou recognized An An's voice. The whimper sounded incredibly painful. What had they done to An An?!
He Zhongwu stopped Huo Rou. "Don't be impulsive."
He also felt heartbroken hearing An An's cry, but everything had to be planned carefully.
Inside the building, An An was tied to a chair. His jacket had been removed, exposing his arms. His delicate skin was crisscrossed with rope marks and covered in bruises.
Shen Feng had been thrown from the car midway and was not by his side. He had woken up nearby and couldn't even leave a trail along the way.
"Continue!" a voice echoed from upstairs, deep and steady yet filled with ferocity.
The people downstairs shivered at the sound. They grabbed the silver needles in their hands and pricked An An's arm.
An An's mouth was gagged, and he could only whimper, tears welling in his eyes, but his gaze held stubbornness.
"It feels a bit strange, treating a child like this," the person giving the injection said quietly to the person beside him after withdrawing the needle.
The person beside him said mysteriously, "Who told his mother to ruin the plan we've meticulously prepared for so long!"
He gestured with his eyes, casting a wary glance towards the second floor.
Then he continued, "The boss himself is here. Are you not afraid of death by showing sympathy for him here?"
Their lives were in the boss's hands.
"Huo Rou is just one woman, what kind of storm can she stir up?""