In the photo, Mo Xin smiled shyly and youthfully, with a rare gentleness in his clear eyes.

Later, this photo remained in Liang Qiuchi’s phone, accompanying him through one difficult night after another.

Unfortunately, that old phone was lost when he was arrested, and the messages exchanged with Mo Xin at that time were lost forever.

He was just thankful that he could retrieve the photo from the cloud.

“Eight years is enough to change a person,” Wu Yahui looked at the photo on the screen and kindly reminded Liang Qiuchi not to indulge too much in memories of the past. “He is now the Federation’s number one killing machine, a veritable war demon.”

Liang Qiuchi turned off the screen and looked up at her.

“What do you want to say?”

“He’s a lunatic, obviously, and he’s a lunatic who will stop at nothing for you!” Wu Yahui shrugged. “Do you think it’s necessary to go back to him? What are the chances that he willingly let you go?”

Liang Qiuchi silently tightened his grip on the phone.

If he walked away again this time, he didn’t know what Mo Xin would do with his temperament. And, eight years ago, he had already “abandoned” Mo Xin once.

“Still, don’t let your eight years of hard work be ruined by a cold-blooded lunatic.” Wu Yahui took out a cigarette and put it in her mouth, vaguely saying, “You should also consider us, your supportive crew.”

“Um,” Liang Qiuchi said quietly, “I’ll think about it.”

Wu Yahui blew a smoke ring and handed him the cigarette, “Want one?”

Liang Qiuchi shook his head and said, “No thanks.” Suddenly, there were several heavy knocks on the door of the private room from outside.

Long and short.

Wu Yahui and Liang Qiuchi exchanged quick glances and stood up together.

About a minute later, the door of the private room was violently kicked open, and the door panel “bang” hit the wall and bounced back, kicked heavily by someone.

“Why lock the door? Show me your identification!” A patrolman with a police baton around his waist walked in with a strong aura.

The private room was only ten square meters, and he could see everything at a glance. He pulled out his baton and pointed at Wu Yahui, who was lazily smoking on the sofa, and said sternly, “Didn’t you hear me? Show me your identification!”

Wu Yahui calmly pressed out the cigarette in the ashtray, then stood up and turned around in front of the man.

“Officer, I only have a few pieces of cloth on me. Do you think I can fit any identification?” She smiled, opened her arms, and raised her eyebrows at the man. “If you don’t believe me, you can search.”

The man was a little itchy by her teasing, but the chaotic footsteps outside reminded him not to mess around. This was on duty.

“Stand still!” The patrolman noticed the small door in the compartment and walked over to knock on it with his baton. “Is there anyone inside?”

Wu Yahui raised her eyebrows. “You see for yourself.”

Just as the patrolman was about to kick the door, there was a “creak,” and the small door was opened from the inside.

Vincent walked out calmly from inside and asked, “What’s going on?”

The patrolman peeked into the room, and Liang Qiuchi stood behind the door, holding a loaded gun in his hand.

“I’m the only one inside,” Vincent blocked the patrolman’s further inspection and asked again, “What’s the matter?”

“What’s with your attitude!” The patrolman was dissatisfied with his tone. “Do you know it’s curfew time now? Why are you here?”

Wu Yahui walked over, draped her slender white arm over Vincent’s shoulder, and smiled ambiguously at the patrolman, “Officer, what do you think we can do in a place like this?”

Vincent glanced at her arm and quickly looked away, murmuring softly, “That’s about it.”

“Identification,” the patrolman insisted.

When Wu Yahui’s smile gradually faded, several more people walked into the private room.

“What’s going on?”

The man at the forefront asked impatiently, and the patrolman turned around and called him “Captain.”

After seeing Vincent, the man’s expression changed instantly, and he whistled teasingly, “Isn’t this Captain Wen who’s with General Mo! Am I seeing things? How could I meet Captain Wen here?”

This man had symmetrical gunshot wounds on both cheeks, and his smile was somewhat distorted.

Vincent and Wu Yahui both recognized him.

This man’s name was Godwin Reinis, the nephew of General Reinis, was another victim in the incident where Liang Qiuchi shot and killed Reinis’s son and defected from the Federation.

He was relatively lucky; although Liang Qiuchi shot his face, he didn’t die.

At the time, this incident caused quite a stir, and his name and photo were repeatedly exposed in the overwhelming news coverage. Later, he even received a third-class medal and, with the help of his uncle Reinis’s connections, rose to become a not insignificant captain of the security forces in the central area of San Lorenzo.

Wu Yahui retreated anxiously towards the small door of the compartment, afraid that Liang Qiuchi might suddenly burst out and shoot this man in the head again.

“What’s up? Taking advantage of General Mo’s absence to come out and have fun?” Godwin looked openly at Wu Yahui beside him, raising his eyebrows with a smile. “Captain Wen has good taste.”

Wu Yahui snorted, lifted the blanket on the sofa, and draped it over herself.

Vincent looked at Godwin coldly. “Captain Xinhu, why did you come to check the night personally?”

“It’s all because of that Liang Qiuchi incident. It’s an order from above, no choice.” Godwin lifted his chin and pointed to the compartment behind Vincent. “Mind showing me inside?”

Vincent only opened a crack, not allowing a fully grown man to enter.

Godwin smiled wryly at him. “You’re making it difficult for me.”

“I don’t like others entering my room,” Vincent said. “It’s not big, and you can see everything at a glance. There’s no need to go in.”

“This is not your home. Captain Wen, why so particular when you come out to play?” Godwin narrowed his eyes. “What if I insist on going in?”

The atmosphere in the private room suddenly became tense. Several patrolmen brought by Godwin exchanged glances and instinctively put their hands on their waists, ready to draw their guns at any moment.

Wu Yahui sensed trouble and, with one hand using the blanket as cover, slowly pulled out the razor blade hidden in her bra.

“Wow, what a lively scene.”

A deep, male voice suddenly broke the tense atmosphere at the door of the private room.

Everyone turned to look, only to see a man in his early thirties standing at the door, with a mild smile on his face and a gentle demeanor.

Vincent’s expression froze slightly, respectfully calling out, “Mr. Mo.”

The man was none other than Mo Xin’s older brother, Mo Qi.

Wu Yahui knew that he held a high position in the federal government and had a chance to recognize her. Afraid of revealing her identity, she quietly slipped into the compartment when no one was paying attention, using her shapely body to block most of the door crack.

Behind the door, Liang Qiuchi’s face was dark, his right hand holding the gun, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, obviously struggling to suppress his emotions.

Mo Qi flicked the water droplets off his hand and walked in with a smile. “I just went to the bathroom, and suddenly there are so many people here.”

Godwin glanced at Vincent, then at Mo Qi. “So, Captain Wen is covering for you, Mr. Mo?”

Mo Qi smiled and said, “Vincent is a straightforward and honest kid. If he has offended you in any way, please don’t take it to heart, Mr. Reinis. He’s just following my orders and faithfully performing his duties, not wanting to offend anyone and intrude on my privacy.”

He gestured to Vincent, “Come over here, apologize to Mr. Reinis.”

Vincent stepped forward and apologized to Godwin.

Godwin secretly weighed his options. Mo Qi was the Deputy Minister in charge of land affairs in the federal government, with a high position and authority. If he continued to be aggressive now, it would be a bit unwise.

“Just performing my duty, mutual understanding,” Godwin smiled a little hypocritically.

“Does Mr. Reinis want to inspect again?” Mo Qi smiled meaningfully. “To avoid any unpleasant rumors tomorrow, it’s not good for you or for me.”

“Minister Mo, I dare not. How could a small captain like me inspect your position? Please continue, I hope my presumptuousness didn’t disturb your interest.” Godwin awkwardly led his men away.

After the private room quieted down again, Vincent stood in place with complex emotions, unsure how to explain everything that had happened tonight to Mo Qi.

Mo Qi, first glanced through the crack in the door at the figure of the woman in the compartment, then said, “Let’s go, it’s late.”

Vincent lifted his head in surprise; he thought Mo Qi would ask him why he was here tonight.

But Mo Qi didn’t ask nor did he offer any explanation for his sudden appearance and resolution.

He only said to Vincent, “Be careful in the future,” then turned and left.