Yang Ruxin hummed triumphantly and walked straight past him.
Qi Jinghao watched Yang Ruxin's back, took a deep breath, then turned away. He had no choice; he still had many things to do.
Gu Qingheng was furious at this moment. Had it not been for the message from Xinxin saying she was fine, he might not have resisted coming to bloodwash the Han Wang Residence last night.
However, he had more important matters to attend to now.
In the mountains outside Beijing, there was a small village with only seven or eight households. But at some point, the people in these households began to change.
Now, under the cover of night, a group of people silently entered the mountains and quietly approached the small village.
Then, a flash of silver appeared, and in the blink of an eye, the sentry at the perimeter silently fell.
The outsiders quickly charged in.
