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?”

Did we stumble upon a crime scene?”

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

and moisture, Inken’s body was damp as he glared in the direction the convoy had departed. After a moment, he nudged Brisa

to life!”

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

quickly hopped into the car

and it didn’t take long for her to recall

everyone up. Frey has already been

to go after them!” she replied

can you chase them now? They left hours ago.” He knew those people could have easily arranged for transportation, maybe even a helicopter. Several hours were enough for them

weight of the situation. He couldn’t help but acknowledge the exceptional hiding skills of Strategist and his team, evidenced by their unnoticed stay in Caltun. Unfortunately, they had taken Freya, and the search area had expanded. The challenge had become even more daunting.

turned red. “If it weren’t for me, those people wouldn’t have taken Freya. They used me as bait. I’m going after Strategist

people for now,” Inken suggested. They split up, rousing everyone they had. brought along. He knew the effects of

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

said, “They didn’t dare

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

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

Michael up, urging, “Don’t destroy your hands like

move?” Michael asked, blood dripping from his

into the distance. “We

sat restlessly in a conference room, listening to executives reporting their work. After