Her short, fiery red hair was slightly disheveled, like a dancing flame sprite in the night. The red tight leather outfit perfectly outlined her tall, slender figure, showcasing the most flawless proportions.
Beyond her alluring figure, she possessed an impeccable face.
A devilish body. An angelic face. This must be the kind of woman they talk about.
However, she was a thorny rose,difficult to approach, and at this moment, she exuded an intimidating aura.
Her beautiful eyes, filled with boundless anger, stared at the items laid out on the table.
A few anonymous black cards from international banks. A stack of IDs and passports from various countries. A seemingly ordinary brass whistle.
Finally, her gaze fell on a piece of paper with bold, flowing handwriting: "I'm leaving. The organization is now yours to lead... Take care."The stunning woman's hand trembled as she held the note. In the next moment, a red aura surged from her palm, turning the note into ashes instantly. "Bastard!"
At that moment, a blond, blue-eyed man appeared behind her and said softly, "He's gone. Once he makes a decision, no one can change it, right?"
"I will find him, no matter what!" The woman's voice was resolute.
"You know that if he wants to hide, no one can find him," the blond man frowned.
"As long as he's alive, as long as he's in this world..."
Her eyes were filled with determination as she gritted her teeth and said, "At any cost, even if I have to dig up the entire world, I will find him!"
The blond man sighed quietly, glancing at her graceful back, unsure whether to feel happy or sad.
The man was gone. She had searched the entire world, digging deep to find him. But if she were the one to leave, she probably wouldn't care at all, right?After the blond man left, the woman picked up the brass whistle on the table, clutching it tightly in her hand as she muttered to herself, "Why? Why couldn't you let it go, even in death?"
In the ancient nation of Huaguo, on a coastal highway in the southeast, a young man in his twenties stood by the roadside. This stretch of road lay between two cities, with no villages or shops in sight. Apart from the occasional car speeding by, the road was nearly devoid of pedestrians.
The young man, carrying a dirt-colored canvas bag, stood about5'9". He wasn't particularly handsome, but he wasn't unattractive either. Dressed in a brown casual outfit, his skin had an unhealthy pallor, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.
His appearance was average, but the hint of determination in his eyes added a touch of charm to his otherwise ordinary looks.
He had tried to flag down several cars, but none had stopped. Finally, a passenger bus approached. Although these intercity buses weren't supposed to make unscheduled stops, in reality,who wouldn't want to make a little extra money?
Screech! The bus came to a halt by the roadside.
The young man walked up slowly. As he stepped onto the bus, his eyes scanned the entire cabin. In his mind, he had already memorized the position and appearance of every passenger.
There were 46 seats and 35 passengers. Among them were 19 adult men, 12 adult women, and four children—three kids and one baby.o one noticed a subtle detail: while he seemed to glance over everyone, his eyes lingered just a bit longer on one person.
It was a woman.
No!
Even though she was attractive, that wasn't why his gaze lingered.
It was because she was wearing a police uniform. Although it was just a regular uniform without any rank insignia, it made her stand out in the crowd.
The female officer looked to be in her early twenties. While she might not be drop-dead gorgeous, she was definitely pretty. The most striking feature was her eyes—they were like something out of an anime, exceptionally large, clear, bright, and full of life. Paired with her bob haircut with bangs, she gave off a very lively and spirited vibe.