Chapter 417, Lord Qia Mian (second update)

The two planes flew as low as possible to avoid the strong winds.

The cabin door opened, and a soft ladder was lowered.

Wei Xi and several others, with masks on their faces and cloth bags tied to their waists, briskly stepped down the soft ladder, one hand holding the ladder and the other holding a specially made air gun.

They pulled the triggers, and a flurry of colorful powder scattered about.

Behind his mask, Wei Bei whistled, watching the colorful powder fall onto the island, his face barely concealing a smug smile.

The taste of counterattack was damn exhilarating.

An ear-piercing whistle sounded on the island, and wave after wave of men in black swarmed out.

As the colorful powder descended from the sky, before they could even react, their eyelids uncontrollably closed, and they fell down in waves.

It could be said that they lost without even knowing who the enemy was.

"Master Qia Mian, something’s gone wrong," a young man in green clothes burst through the door, disregarding etiquette.

The man called "Qia Mian" set down the reagent in his hand, turned his head, his features soft and his slender eyes containing displeasure, "What’s all the noise outside, what’s happened?"

"People from Dark Hall have found us. They’ve scattered a lot of colorful powder. Our people have all been hit, and now they’ve all passed out," the man said anxiously.

No sooner had he spoken than Qia Mian’s gaze suddenly became terrifying. He reached out and grabbed the man’s collar, "What did you say? People from Dark Hall have found this place?"

This island’s geographical location is so remote, how on earth did people from Dark Hall find their way here, damn it.

"There’s a Dark Hall totem on the plane, our men can’t hold out much longer, Master Qia Mian. We should retreat now, or it will be too late," the man urged, his expression nearing tears.

Qia Mian let go of his grip and spoke calmly, "Go and get the yacht ready on the east side to wait for me."

"Yes."

The man in green staggered out.

Qia Mian turned around, took a large box from the cabinet, opened the safe, took everything out, and packed it all into the box.

After fastening the hidden catches, he carried the box and, at the door, he looked back deeply at his research lab, a shadow of ruthlessness crossing the depths of his eyes.

Dark Hall, he remembered.

At this moment, the planes from Dark Hall had already landed on an open space on the island.

After a wave of powder attacks, the men in black were nearly dealt with, and any remaining ones were taken care of by Wei Bei and his men.

Ye Jiuliang, with a telescope, surveyed the surroundings. The island’s buildings were nothing special, mostly training equipment.

It was evident that the island was used as a training base specifically designed to train assassins and Dead Warriors, without any particularly high defenses.

"Master, we found no one else inside," Wei Bei reported, running over with a serious expression.

Li Mochan furrowed his brows, such a large island could not possibly be without its overseers.

Just then, Wei Nan returned as well.

His expression was grave, with a hint of annoyance.

He began seriously, "Master, the person has escaped."

"What happened?" Ye Jiuliang came over upon hearing this.

Wei Nan said, "I found a place similar to a pharmacy. Following a secret passage out, I just saw two people about to leave by yacht, and they were planning to set fire to the island. I knocked the torch into the sea, and during the chaos, the two people took the opportunity to leave by yacht."

Ye Jiuliang frowned, "What did those two people look like?"

"They were wearing masks. I didn’t see their faces," Wei Nan said, before adding, "But I heard the man in green clothes calling the man in the purple robe ’Master Qia Mian’."

Qia Mian?

Ye Jiuliang’s lips tightened slightly. Who was this person?

"Was there any clue left behind in that pharmacy?" Wei Bei asked curiously.

Wei Nan replied, "No, I’ve searched it. Everything in the safe was taken."

Li Mochan’s gaze swept over the people lying unconscious on the ground, his lips parted lightly, and a cold voice followed, "Take them back with us."

Two people ran away, but with these shrimp soldiers and crab generals, we could pry some clues out of their mouths one way or another.

Wei Bei nodded respectfully, "Yes."

Ye Jiuliang glanced sideways at the person next to her, "Mo, have you heard of someone called Qian Mian?"

Li Mochan furrowed his brows and shook his head slightly.

Ye Jiuliang kicked a pebble on the ground with the tip of her shoe and let out a breath.

Two more had slipped away.

TM.

The warm hand of a man covered the top of her head, and a low magnetic voice followed, "We will catch them eventually, no rush."

Ye Jiuliang tugged at her lips, her smile slightly helpless.

"Weren’t we going to set off fireworks?" Li Mochan changed the subject, diverting her attention. His little wolf pup shouldn’t be gloomy.

Ye Jiuliang’s spirits immediately lifted, mischief sparkling in her eyes.

She had almost forgotten about that.

She reached out, took Li Mochan’s hand, and they both started running. "Come on, help me carry the box."

The colorful powder was non-toxic and would only cause temporary unconsciousness. There were quite a few people in black on the island, and tying up the people from Dark Hall would take some time.

After Wei Bei and the others had finished their work, they saw Ye Jiuliang holding fireworks, ready to set them off, and they immediately gathered around.

This kind of fun was definitely worth joining in.

Finding the best spot to hang the fireworks, Ye Jiuliang took a lighter, ignited the fuse, and then ran back to Li Mochan’s side.

Almost simultaneously as she ran off, the "crackle and pop" of the fireworks filled the sky.

Smoke swirled around, giving a festive feeling akin to the New Year celebrations.

Ye Jiuliang leaned into Li Mochan’s embrace, smiling with her eyes narrowed as she listened to the sounds of the fireworks.

"Mo, let’s set off fireworks when we go back to the capital for New Year’s," she said.

Li Mochan chuckled softly, pinching her cheek gently, "That might be a bit difficult."

"Hmm?" Ye Jiuliang looked up at him, puzzled.

He explained, "Setting off fireworks is banned in the capital."

Upon hearing this, Ye Jiuliang’s head dropped in disappointment.

How boring that was.

The next second, Li Mochan said something that brought a smile back to her face, "However, we can set off fireworks by the sea."

Ye Jiuliang grasped his hand, "You said it, no backing out."

Li Mochan smiled and kissed her between the brows.

Luckily, Wei Nan and the others were too busy watching the fireworks to notice their interaction, otherwise they would have felt "lemon sour" again.

By the time they returned to Dark Hall, it was already dark.

The people in black who had been captured were all locked up in the dungeon, with Wei Nan and Wei Dong responsible for the interrogation.

After dinner, Ye Jiuliang was pulled and carried by Li Mochan to the study.

Just as she sat down, Wei Dong arrived.

"Most of those people are Dead Warriors. There’s not much information squeezed out from the others. According to them, this Qian Mian holds a high status, excels at face-changing, and is always on the island. It’s safe to say that everything on the island is managed by Qian Mian," Wei Dong reported.

"Good at face-changing?" The furrow between Ye Jiuliang’s brows deepened.

This was indeed troublesome.

Wei Dong nodded, "Those in black are all under Qian Mian’s control. They are only trained every day, and they are not clear about anything else. Qian Mian always wears a mask when appearing before them, so no one knows what he really looks like."

One could tell that this Qian Mian was cautious and highly vigilant.