Lin Mu, of course, had to desperately protect his bride. Even though the enemy was many and armed with long knives and short clubs, Lin Mu was fearless. He stood in front, fighting them barehanded, and injured multiple adversaries.
However, as more enemies flooded in, Lin Mu could no longer hold on alone. With multiple wounds slashed across his chest and back, he pulled the playful wife, fighting and retreating simultaneously.
But suddenly, a loud shout rang out behind him. The bride screamed tragically and fell into a pool of blood, a bloody blade stabbed in her back. Lin Mu’s eyes widened with rage; at the very start of his marriage, he had already lost his beloved. He roared and charged forward.
Gunshots sounded, and Lin Mu’s body jolted. It felt as if something was missing from his chest. When he looked down, sure enough, there was a gaping bloody hole shot through him. Through that horrifying hole, he could even see the dim, flickering lights far behind...
Lin Mu suddenly awoke with a start from the nightmare. Damn, it’s the same dream again; he’s been having similar dreams recently.
Lin Mu firmly believed in this dream because it had saved him countless times on the battlefield.
Could it be that tomorrow’s meeting with the playful wife would be accompanied by a catastrophe?
In the Wancheng Central District, stood a resplendent mansion, almost the most luxuriously decorated in all of Wancheng. The air was filled with a faint orchid fragrance, and gracefully soothing music flowed gently in and out of the hall.
Sitting on the sofa in the hall was an exceptionally beautiful young woman in her early twenties, with flaxen hair and an oval face. She was talking on the phone with her best friend, and her slender silhouette clearly showcased a perfect golden ratio in all her physical features.
Perhaps due to her poise and wisdom, the woman exuded a subtle aura of transcendental grace. Her light silk embroidered dress danced gracefully under the gentle breeze of the air conditioning, and her elegance and beauty were akin to an ethereal fairy, brimming with breathtaking allure.
Though she seemed serene and gentle as water, her calm, experienced, and resolute demeanor was like a feline—her noble and beautiful exterior was both alluring and extremely dangerous...
"Feifei, I’m really sorry, it’s all my fault this time..." came the voice of her friend, filled with self-reproach.
"Manlin, how is Xiaowan doing now?"
Sophie exuded the air of a queen. Although she was deeply concerned for Xiaowan’s safety, her tone remained as composed as ever. This was a trait honed and accumulated over long-term business warfare.
"Xiaowan is okay now, thanks to a mysterious person’s major help on the car. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have known how to explain it to you."
Upon hearing the words "mysterious person," even the well-experienced Sophie was slightly surprised. To be genuinely considered mysterious by Qi Manlin, who had weathered numerous storms and was rather arrogant, this person must indeed be extremely enigmatic.
"Xiaowan was really something, pretending to be me and using herself as bait to lure out the criminals. If anything had happened to her, I would never forgive myself for the rest of my life..."
"Feifei, don’t blame Xiaowan. It was entirely my idea from the start. I thought I had everything under control, but it nearly turned into a disaster. Feifei, I’m sorry... sob..."
Hearing her friend Qi Manlin crying in distress, Sophie quickly consoled her, "Alright, Manlin, the matter is over. Try to contact that mysterious person later on. I want to thank him on Xiaowan’s behalf in person. As for the reward, you decide. I have five million in idle funds here; while it’s not much, consider it a token of appreciation..."
"That person left quietly without leaving any contact information."
"Oh?" Sophie was taken aback; he truly was an odd person.