Back to the 80s: Raising my Wolfy Boyfriend

The young man’s sharp eyes, like those of a peach blossom, stared deeply at the door before him, as he smelled the strong stench spreading from inside the room.

There is a puppet inside, the people from the Short Country are there too.

An Mingji raised his foot to approach, and the subordinate standing at the door immediately stepped forward and forcefully kicked the door.

This time, the door was kicked open effortlessly, and the subordinate who unleashed all his strength almost lost control and stumbled forward, nearly falling to the ground.

Luckily, he had good agility and quickly steadied himself.

The door was kicked open, revealing the scene inside to everyone present.

Bodies lay sprawled all around, the foul stench confronting them, and Da Chuan’s ashen face—all were seen by those present.

Upon seeing An Mingji, Da Chuan standing inside the room gritted his teeth firmly.

"Long live the Great Short Country!"

These ridiculous words echoed into the ears of everyone present.

Right thereafter, Da Chuan’s mouth spewed blood, and his body fell backward.

"Bang!"

The dull sound of his body hitting the ground echoed.

Da Chuan was dead, using poison hidden in his mouth for suicide.

The subordinates who came with him were all puppets refined by the people of the Short Country.

These puppets were upgraded creations, aware like ordinary people but lacking normal human thought.

An Mingji cast a disgusted glance at Da Chuan’s corpse and ordered his men to take control of all the puppets inside and bring them back for study.

"Found you! Yuan Xin! Yuan Xin, wake up!!!"

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching scream from Zou Yanpeng echoed from downstairs.

An Mingji’s cold eyes lightly glanced inside the room, saw Xing Ying lying dead in the distance, as well as the deceased men and women inside, and then turned away with a calm demeanor.

His heart held no ripple for the dead within.

Second Floor.

Zou Yanpeng, holding the blood-soaked Yuan Xin, rushed anxiously downstairs.

As An Mingji descended, he happened to witness this scene.

He walked gracefully and leisurely, step by step downward, as if taking a stroll in his backyard.

Allen reported at his side, "Young Master, those puppets have already been sent to the estate at Hidden Market, we will find out their origins as soon as possible."

Descending, An Mingji noticed two bar girls under watch; one boldly stared at him, eyes filled with amazement and infatuation, familiar enough to stir no feelings within him.

If Sister A Jin looked at him with such eyes, he might no longer restrain the emotions long pent up inside.

Yet faced with strangers’ amazement, shyness, infatuation, and a determined glow, it stirred no ripple in his heart.

An Mingji replied softly to Allen, "Alright, keep an eye on this and let me know the results."

The group exited the lounge, Zou Yanpeng had already left with Yuan Xin and the bodyguards, presumably heading to a hospital.

Having only briefly glanced at Yuan Xin, it was evident her injuries were severe.

Sending her to a hospital was the wisest choice.

A gust of night wind hit, An Mingji felt a slight chill and pulled at his trench coat, "Allen, head home."

"Yes, Young Master—"

Allen stepped forward to open the car door for him.

The group arrived hastily and left just as quickly.

Dozens of luxury cars sped away, leaving with grandiosity similar to their arrival.

Those hidden in the shadows dared to emerge long after.

Waitstaff in the lounge and other subordinates gradually showed themselves as well.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

"Ahhhh!!!! Dead people! Dead people!!!"

"Call the police, quickly call the police!!!!"

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