Chapter 442, Fury Envelops the Heavens (Part 3)

"Wait for me a second, I need to change my clothes."

Ye Jiuliang turned and ran upstairs, almost bumping into Jiang Yisheng.

Without time to explain, Ye Jiuliang hurried back to his bedroom.

Jiang Yisheng went downstairs and saw Ji Mingqian with a serious expression, sensing something was amiss in the atmosphere.

He asked, "What happened?"

"Some issues at home, we need to go back first," Ji Mingqian stated briefly.

Seeing Ji Mingqian’s face look this awful for the first time, Jiang Yisheng asked, "Is it serious?"

Ji Mingqian nodded, "I’ll leave my backpack here, I’ll come get it another day."

At this moment, Ye Jiuliang came down, having changed his clothes.

His delicate face was cold as frost, "Let’s go."

Ji Mingqian picked up his coat from the sofa and left with Ye Jiuliang.

Hearing the sound of the car engine starting, Jiang Yisheng stepped towards the door, the outside had regained its tranquility.

...

At three in the morning, the pouring rain was relentless.

After the fire, the thick fog was suffocating, wisps of blue smoke rose from the ashes, and when the wind blew, all that was left was devastation.

The people from organization K lined up, holding lighting lamps.

The concentrated light was barely enough to illuminate this area of the world.

Chu Chen and Gu Xinuo’s legs were planted in place, their eyes reflecting the shattered tombstone, a rage that couldn’t be contained surged out like beasts breaking out of their cages.

"Achen, Master’s tombstone..." Gu Xinuo’s voice was choked up.

Chu Chen wrapped an arm around her, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the broken pieces of the tombstone, his neck veins bulging.

Gu Xinuo bowed her head into his chest, her grip on the collar of his coat tightening.

The thunder rumbled loudly, the downpour never ceasing.

"Ahh—"

Chu Chen roared with his head tilted back, his red eyes as if about to turn into a devil.

Knowing his rage, Gu Xinuo said no comforting words, simply staying quietly by his side.

As dawn broke, another plane landed in the open space on the island.

The people stationed on the island looked towards the sound, their eyes softening upon seeing who had arrived.

"Master Jiu."

"Boss Ji."

All sounds around Ye Jiuliang were shut out, his clear eyes overtaken by the desolation before him.

Who the hell did this?

Ye Jiuliang clenched his fists until they cracked, a storm swirling in the depths of his eyes.

The island, once like a paradise, was now in ruins, shaking Ji Mingqian to the core.

How did this happen, how intense must the fire have been to reduce the entire island to this state?

"Where are Achen and the others?" Ye Jiuliang eyed his drenched subordinate.

"Boss Chu and the others are over on the back hill."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Jiuliang and Ji Mingqian, as if struck by the same thought, rushed towards the back hill.

The rain had stopped, leaving puddles of muddy water on the ground.

With each step, water splashed.

Approaching the back hill from a distance, Ye Jiuliang saw two figures kneeling on the ground.

His gaze moved forward, and the tombstone from his memories was gone.

Ye Jiuliang’s cold eyes tightened, his heart skipping a beat.

He ran over, arriving to find a pile of shattered stones.

Ye Jiuliang stumbled to a halt, his throat as if blocked, unable to utter a sound.

Ji Mingqian quickly followed, his eyes widening at the sight of the smashed tombstone.

This...

Seeing the two of them arrive, Gu Xinuo looked up at Ye Jiuliang, her eyes slightly red.

"Ajiu."

Ye Jiuliang crouched down, reaching towards the pile of broken stones.

Master, I have returned.

"Ajiu, Master’s ceremonial mound has been destroyed, it’s been destroyed," Gu Xinuo’s voice was tearful.