"If she loses her memory, I think it would be the best choice. If successful, we can get rid of Qing Muyye smoothly, thus eliminating future trouble. Their children will stay in the Hidden Clan in the future. They are my grandchildren, and I will naturally treat them well."
He Xiaolanya planned for the future.
…
After hanging up the phone, Mu Chilang Kun walked out of the crowd and stood at the forefront, looking directly at Meng Jingwei. "Miss Meng, I advise you to come back with us. I don't want to fight you."
"Then let's remain in this deadlock. I don't believe your more than a hundred people can go without food and drink."
Her words sounded like a joke, but who knew that when Meng Jingwei turned around, she propped her hands on the engine hood, jumped up, and sat on it, casually swinging her legs as if not in a hurry at all.
Time ticked by. Meng Jingwei appeared calm and collected, but she occasionally raised her wrist to check the time on her watch, revealing her anxiety.
The two groups remained in a rigid standoff for two hours.
Mu Chilang Kun felt that Meng Jingwei was deliberately delaying time, but he couldn't figure out what she wanted to achieve by doing so.
On the opposite side, Kang Xiaolu walked to Meng Jingwei's side and lowered his voice. "More than two hours have passed. Tang Si and the others should be close to succeeding."
The reason Meng Jingwei walked with Kang Xiaolu from the south side of the mountain was to buy time for Tang Si, allowing them to depart from another mountain path with the people from Yipin Ju.
Although that path was longer and more rugged, it would be smoother without their obstruction.
Meng Jingwei looked up at the bright sun high in the sky. The dazzling sunlight was piercing. Meng Jingwei squinted slightly, then raised her hand to tuck a strand of hair, blown by the wind, behind her ear. "I hope everything goes smoothly for them."
After Tang Si arrived at the Hidden Clan, Qing Muyye had already told Tang Si about his manpower and their positions.
After obtaining the topographic map of the West District Research Institute, Meng Jingwei and Tang Si parted ways. Tang Si mobilized all the experts Qing Muyye had stationed in the Hidden Clan and sent them all to the West District Research Institute.
With so many people, she believed it should be fine.
However, for some reason, the corner of Meng Jingwei's right eye kept twitching, making her feel particularly insecure.
Ring ring ring—
Kang Xiaolu's phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the caller ID and immediately answered.
"Boss, something's happened. We've fallen into an enemy ambush and suffered heavy losses."
The other party reported the situation there, and Kang Xiaolu could also hear the sounds of gunfire.
"What's going on?"
He asked.
"I don't know. It was a temporary plan, but the enemy clearly knew everything about us. They set a trap and ambushed us."
"Where is Tang Si?"
"I got separated from Tang Si. All my brothers are dead, and I'm the only one left."
"You..." Kang Xiaolu hesitated for two seconds, glanced at Meng Jingwei, and lowered his voice. "Protect yourself and retreat immediately."
Meng Jingwei knew something unexpected had happened from Kang Xiaolu's phone call. "What's the situation?"
Kang Xiaolu approached Meng Jingwei and whispered, "Although Tang Si and the others successfully reached the West District Research Institute, He Kaqingtang had already set up an ambush, executing a 'lure the tiger into the mountains' strategy. They suffered heavy losses."
"How could this happen?"
Meng Jingwei's heart sank. The taut string inside her snapped.
She jumped off the engine hood. Whether it was a twisted ankle or a sudden loss of strength in her body, she stumbled powerlessly.
Kang Xiaolu quickly supported her. "Are you alright?"