Several people, with dark skin and approaching fifty, moved with agile steps, suggesting they were skilled fighters.
"Who are you? What do you want with me?"
A sense of fear of the unknown gnawed at Li Yun'er, tormenting her and making her heart pound. Unable to understand their words, her eyes welled up in desperation.
She felt helpless again and again, and these feelings of helplessness were 'bestowed' by Meng Jingwei, fueling Li Yun'er's deepening hatred for Meng Jingwei, a hatred so profound it reached her bones.
After a brief conversation, the old man signaled to He Xiaomingjin again.
He Xiaomingjin nodded slightly, put on gloves, washed his hands, picked up a syringe from the tray on the table, and walked towards Li Yun'er.
Li Yun'er's eyes widened in terror, her face paling. She struggled frantically, "Don't come near me, don't come near me! What do you want? You can't kill me, you can't, you can't... Ah!!!"
She continued to scream, and before her words had faded, the syringe in He Xiaomingjin's hand was injected into the side of her neck.
He Xiaomingjin said impatiently, "What are you yelling about? If we really wanted to kill you, would we go through all this trouble?"
"Then what do you... want... to do...?"
As the syringe entered her body, Li Yun'er's voice grew weaker. Her pupils gradually closed, and she fell into an endless darkness.
...
Yishan Garden.
Meng Jingwei couldn't sleep and was reading in bed.
At that moment, the window was pushed open, and Qing Muyue leaped in from outside, closing the window.
She closed her book and sat up, asking, "Where have you been?"
It was already two in the morning. Qing Muyue was dressed in a night-vision suit, having obviously gone out on business.
"Li Yun'er was taken away by the old man and his group."
While taking off his night-vision suit, Qing Muyue said to Meng Jingwei, "He Xiaomingjin went with them. It's likely the plan is already in motion."
Meng Jingwei was not surprised by this.
She slightly furrowed her brows and sighed softly, "Li Yun'er was just a pawn. Of course, the old man wouldn't abandon her. After all, she still has some value. I'm just worried..."
At this point, Meng Jingwei paused, leaving her words unspoken.
Qing Muyue folded the night-vision suit. He was still wearing the same suit from during the day.
He walked slowly to Meng Jingwei's side, sat down, took her hand, and said softly, "With me protecting you, the same thing will never happen to you."
He knew what Meng Jingwei was worried about.
The old man and his group would use the secret arts of the Hidden Clan to seal Li Yun'er's memory, and they would do the same to Meng Jingwei.
If that day were to truly come, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Meng Jingwei clutched Qing Muyue's hand uneasily, looking at the wound on his palm, her fingers gently stroking the skin beside the scar. "A Ye, you've already done enough for me. If something unfortunate happens to us one day, you must ensure you survive. Remember, our child is still waiting for us in Lancheng."
She said this with a self-deprecating smile, "Perhaps, our child has already arrived in the Hidden Clan."
Leaving the two children in Lancheng was inherently unsafe.
Especially with Anthony, the Hekai clan, and the Hexiao clan, three forces coveting them, it was extremely dangerous.
"Silly girl, what are you thinking about? I'm here for everything. Neither our child nor you will be harmed."
He held Meng Jingwei's hand, pulled her into his embrace, and gently patted her back, comforting her.
"You are not God, you cannot be everywhere. I'm just saying, if that day ever comes, and only one of us can survive, you must leave."