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?”

looks bad. Did we stumble upon a

the area, and reached for his phone. “We better call the police.” Just

damp as he glared in the direction the convoy

coming back to

to the youngsters in the pickup truck. “Mind your own business and leave this place,” he said with a cold,

quickly hopped into the car

it didn’t take long for her to recall everything. She turned to

colder. “First, wake everyone up.

go after them!” she

have easily arranged for transportation, maybe even a helicopter. Several hours were enough for them to take Freya to Florin or even abroad. He clenched his teeth, recalling her plea before she left, waiting for him

and his team, evidenced by their unnoticed

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

Inken suggested. They split up, rousing everyone they had. brought along. He knew the effects of the enemy’s drugged bullets should be wearing off

bandaged. He clenched his teeth. “Those people did this intentionally. Why didn’t they just

said, “They didn’t

his brother’s killer escape, yet the bandaged wounds on his

them and prevent them from contacting more people, including Radley’s associates, then why 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

your hands like this.

our next move?” Michael asked, blood

as he looked into the distance. “We need to gather all our manpower and resources.

the morning. Radley sat restlessly in a conference room, listening to executives reporting