Urban Wolf King

Zhao Xinyao's hand stretched out, on the verge of grabbing Ouyang Feiting, and she finally let out a sigh of relief in her heart.

Not only did she feel relieved, but Zhao Xinyao also began to fantasize. After capturing Ouyang Feiting, she planned to use her as a hostage to threaten Wang Yan, not only to seize the Netherworld Order but also to make Wang Yan cough up a few more Magical Treasures.

Just as Zhao Xinyao was dreaming of spring and autumn, she finally sensed that something was amiss.

Because by now Wang Yan had already seen Zhao Xinyao's attack, yet he showed no intention of stopping it.

More importantly, although Zhao Xinyao had already launched her attack and should have already clutched Ouyang Feiting's throat, her right hand was still gripping empty air.

Her heart grew anxious, and Zhao Xinyao quickly turned her head to look at Ouyang Feiting.

When Zhao Xinyao saw Ouyang Feiting in front of her, she couldn't help but widen her eyes in horror, for she saw that although her right hand was extended, it was still several inches away from Ouyang Feiting's throat.

Despite being just a few inches away, this hand could no longer go down.

Because in front of Ouyang Feiting, a small vortex had appeared at some unknown time. It was this vortex that enveloped Zhao Xinyao's hand, making it impossible for her hand to move forward.

Zhao Xinyao realized the danger, quickly retreating in hopes of withdrawing her arm, but who would have thought her right hand seemed to be stuck within the vortex, unable to move forward or backward.

At this point, Zhao Xinyao was truly frightened, staring at Ouyang Feiting and shaking her head, saying, "You... could it be that your cultivation level is higher than mine?"

Ouyang Feiting smiled gently and replied, "Aren't you at the Saint Tier? I'm just a few levels higher than you."

Zhao Xinyao's eyes widened as she shook her head, saying, "Impossible, how could your cultivation be several levels higher than mine?"

However, even if Zhao Xinyao didn't want to believe it, she had no choice but to at this moment, for the vortex in front of Ouyang Feiting was profound and dense, something no ordinary Saint Tier could manifest.

As Zhao Xinyao was in shock, she heard Ouyang Feiting ask Wang Yan, "Brother Wang Yan, how should we deal with her?"

Wang Yan replied calmly, "Her wicked deeds are notorious; she should have died long ago. I will let her vanish like smoke."

With that, Wang Yan raised the Netherworld Order in his hand and directed it towards Zhao Xinyao.

Although Zhao Xinyao opened her mouth, emitting panicked "mmm mmm" sounds, the suction power of the Netherworld Order was astonishing, instantly pulling Zhao Xinyao into it.

As Zhao Xinyao entered the Netherworld Order, another pattern appeared on a corner of the artifact.

Having eliminated the Evil Ghosts of the Ghost Realm, Wang Yan immediately turned back to the group of trapped people, now eager to know whether San and the others were alive or dead.

However, just as Wang Yan turned around, he suddenly noticed someone standing behind him, staring at him in a daze.

Upon seeing this person, Wang Yan couldn't help but let out a wry smile and called, "Officer Su."

The person standing behind Wang Yan, in full police uniform, was none other than Su Yamo, someone who had been entangled with Wang Yan countless times in the past, a familiar face among the crowd for Wang Yan.

At this moment, Su Yamo's face appeared somewhat older, with a few wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but her shoulder epaulets bore several gold stars, making it somewhat glaring.

Even though Wang Yan called her name, Su Yamo remained standing there in a daze, looking at Wang Yan without a word.

Especially in Su Yamo's eyes, there was a look of regret and anguish.

Su Yamo's vacant stare sent chills down Wang Yan's spine. Wang Yan reached out, intending to pat Su Yamo's shoulder.

Just then, a young male officer burst from the crowd, holding a gun at Wang Yan in one hand while pulling Su Yamo with the other, shouting, "Director Su, hurry up, these are all flesh-eating Evil Ghosts."

However, even though Su Yamo was staggered by the young officer, she did not leave. Instead, she raised her hand, seized Wang Yan's hand, and placed it against her face.

Suddenly feeling Su Yamo's smooth skin, Wang Yan couldn't help but shiver and tried to withdraw his hand, but Su Yamo held onto him tightly.

The nearby male officer cried out again in a panic, "Director, hurry up. Evil Ghost, if you dare harm the Director, I won't spare you."

At this moment, Su Yamo's raspy voice said to Wang Yan, "Wang Yan, when you were alive, I couldn't capture your heart. Now that you're dead, I still want to enjoy a moment of happiness with you."

As these words were spoken, tears instantly filled Su Yamo's eyes.

Now, Wang Yan finally understood why Su Yamo was looking at him this way. She saw him as one of the Evil Ghosts like those in the Ghost Realm.

Thinking back to their countless encounters at Wanghai Noble School, and even entering couple's hotels, wearing lingerie, Wang Yan regretted his youthful ignorance, not understanding Su Yamo's roughness was just another form of love.

Now, having experienced much, Wang Yan understood the depth of Su Yamo's feelings, but times had changed.

Seeing Su Yamo still deeply affectionate towards him, even misunderstanding him as an Evil Ghost, yet unafraid, Wang Yan felt a touch of emotion in his heart.

But at this moment, a light laugh came from behind Wang Yan from Ouyang Feiting.

Although it was a soft laugh, it sent chills down Wang Yan's spine, reminding him of Ouyang Feiting and Beiming Xue, two peerless beauties who admired him dearly. How could he let his heart waver?

With this thought, Wang Yan gently pulled his hand back and said calmly, "Officer Su, you are mistaken; I am not dead."

Upon hearing Wang Yan's words, Su Yamo was first stunned, then suddenly remembered that when she held Wang Yan's hand just now, his hand was so warm, unlike a dead person.

Realizing this, Su Yamo blushed, immediately feeling ashamed of what she had said.

With a silent sigh, Wang Yan understood that he and Su Yamo were destined to remain apart.

Calming himself, Wang Yan asked Su Yamo, "I have a few questions for you, Officer Su. Do you know the current situation of my colleagues from the Peak Group?"

Upon hearing Wang Yan call her officer twice, then glancing at Ouyang Feiting behind him, Su Yamo finally understood Wang Yan's cold demeanor. After a brief pause, her eyes turned slightly red.

However, her inner strength made Su Yamo hold back her tears, taking a deep breath she looked at Wang Yan and said, "As for San, Wu Xie, and the others from the Peak Group, I know where they are now. I've even met Beiming Xue, but she's gravely injured and her life is hanging by a thread."

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