No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

Moonblade felt a deep pang of sadness, as though the man she idolized had completely ignored her.

However, Jamie noticed her gaze and smirked without saying anything.

Soon, their convoy in a grand departure.

On a quiet country road, dozens of people lay scattered about. This village had received official approval for reconstruction, and its residents had been relocated to a distant town. In the dead of night, the road was deserted, with only moonlight illuminating the figures on the ground.

At dawn, a pickup truck appeared on the road, carrying several young people who chatted and laughed.

“This camping trip is gonna be a blast. I heard there might be wolves up in Mount Lanpo by the river. Can’t wait to find out,” the girl in the backseat giggled.

As they chatted, the car suddenly stopped.

“What’s going on?” someone asked.

The young man at the wheel panicked and pointed ahead. Only then did everyone notice a dozen cars. parked on the road.

Even more horrifying, next to these cars were dozens of bodies scattered on the ground. The scene was spine-chilling on this remote country road.

“What the heck is happening?”

“Should we call the police?”

bad. Did we stumble upon

phone. “We better call the police.” Just as he finished speaking, he noticed a figure trembling

exposure to dew and moisture, Inken’s body was damp as he glared in the direction the convoy had departed. After a

back to life!”

“Mind your own business and leave this place,” he

hopped into the car and

didn’t take long for her

expression grew colder. “First, wake everyone up. Frey has already been

to go after them!”

her hand firmly. “Calm down. Where can you chase them now? They left hours ago.” He knew those people could have easily arranged for transportation, maybe even a helicopter. Several

will rescue Freya,” he said, burdened by the weight of the situation. He couldn’t help but acknowledge the exceptional hiding skills of Strategist and his

eyes turned red. “If it weren’t for me, those people wouldn’t have taken Freya. They used me as

up, rousing everyone they had. brought along.

Michael regained consciousness, he noticed his leg wounds had been treated and bandaged. He

said,

couldn’t let his brother’s killer escape, yet the bandaged wounds on his legs seemed to

spare their lives? Were they afraid Freya wouldn’t reveal the book’s location? In that case, they should have used them to pressure her. The other side seemed concerned about something, but he couldn’t figure it out.

“Don’t destroy your hands like this. Don’t you want to avenge Eugene?”

move?” Michael asked, blood

looked into the distance. “We need to gather

to executives reporting their work.