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?”

stumble upon a crime

calmed down, stepped out of the car, surveyed the area, and reached for his phone. “We better call the police.” Just as he finished speaking,

glared in the direction the convoy had departed. After a moment, he nudged Brisa beside

coming back to life!” one of the boys exclaimed.

his attention to the youngsters in the pickup truck. “Mind your own business and leave this place,”

hopped into the car and sped away.

take long for her to recall everything. She turned to him urgently.

up. Frey has

need to go after them!” she replied resolutely.

a helicopter. Several hours were enough for them to take Freya to Florin or even abroad. He clenched his teeth, recalling

of Strategist and his team, evidenced by their unnoticed

me, those people wouldn’t have

they had. brought along. He knew the effects of the enemy’s

consciousness, he noticed his leg wounds had been treated and bandaged. He clenched his teeth. “Those people

turned to him and said, “They didn’t dare

anger. He couldn’t let his brother’s killer escape, yet the bandaged wounds on his

more people, including Radley’s associates, then why spare their lives? Were they afraid Freya wouldn’t reveal the

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

what’s our next move?” Michael asked, blood dripping from

the distance. “We

restlessly in a conference room, listening to executives reporting their work. After the meeting, he walked out and spotted Connor waiting