Tang Xiaoman confirmed the assassin was dead and immediately stored the body in her space.

Then she took the SUV and the damaged vehicle as well before re-entering the space with Fubao.

Inside, Fubao ran wildly across the lawn, exploring the small villa, sniffing every corner like a child discovering a new world.

Tang Xiaoman ignored it and crouched down to search the corpse.

Two micro pistols, a small grenade, three magazines, and a mobile phone.

She unlocked the phone using the assassin’s fingerprint.

It opened.

After checking messages and social apps, she quickly identified his identity.

A world-ranked assassin.

Hired by a ten-million bounty placed by Gu Heng—specifically to kill her in Lincheng.

So he really was willing to spend big to eliminate her.

Clearly, he was furious.

She put the phone away and searched the SUV.

From the trunk, she retrieved an AK rifle, a Gatling gun, a sniper rifle, and six hundred rounds of mixed ammunition.

As expected of a professional killer—well-equipped.

Now she finally had heavy firearms of her own.

Her confidence rose sharply.

—

After collecting the spoils, she returned to the pickup with Fubao and left the space again.

The road ahead was submerged in floodwater.

She confirmed the surveillance in this area had been destroyed, got out of the vehicle, and shot out the remaining streetlights.

Then she stored the pickup in her space and released a small motorboat.

Together with Fubao, she boarded it.

The boat had a sealed cockpit—far more comfortable than an open rescue raft in this storm.

She started the engine, activated navigation, and put on night-vision goggles.

Her destination: the Gu Corporation headquarters.

—

The motorboat cut through the flooded night like it was crossing an endless sea.

Skyscrapers loomed on both sides, creating a surreal, distorted sense of cityscape drowned in water.

Occasionally, floating debris drifted by—some of it unmistakably human remains.

She casually dragged the assassin’s body out of her space and tossed it into the water.

It didn’t matter. There were already too many corpses.

No one would notice one more.

After about half an hour, she arrived at the Gu Corporation tower.

Floodwaters had risen to the fifth floor.

A few dim lights still flickered inside—likely security guards and night staff trapped within.

Donning a mask, she used a window breaker to smash open a fifth-floor glass panel and sent Fubao inside first.

No one noticed anything.

She followed, then stored the boat back into her space.

Inside the building, she made her way straight to the security control room.

Empty.

Perfect.

She destroyed the main surveillance system.

Now she was free to operate without restraint.

—

She and Fubao took the emergency stairs to the 21st floor.

After retrieving a key from the secretary’s office, she opened the CEO’s door.

Inside, she didn’t even turn on a light—night vision made everything clear.

She let Fubao sniff Gu Heng’s belongings.

The dog growled low.

It remembered.

The scent of a scumbag.

“Find every place with this smell,” she ordered.

Fubao quickly located the dressing room.

It scratched insistently at a wardrobe.

Inside were suits—nothing unusual.

But Fubao refused to leave, scratching harder at the inner wall.

Something was wrong.

Tang Xiaoman tapped the wall.

Hollow.

Her eyes sharpened.

She found a concealed mechanism.

With a twist—

The wardrobe wall slid open.

A hidden door appeared.

Two rooms inside.

The outer room contained five large safes.

Gold or cash.

She pried them open and stored them all.

Inside the second room, weapon racks lined the wall.

Knives. Guns. Everything.

Her eyes locked onto a snow-white Tibetan dagger.

Her breath stilled.

That was the blade she had once spent everything to buy for Gu Heng.

And in the end…

He had used it to kill her.

She remembered it perfectly.

His voice.

His cruelty.

“Gu Heng, if you won’t obediently donate your kidney, you have to die. Only if you die can Rou’er be saved.”

Tang Xiaoman slowly picked up the dagger.

Cold light flashed as she unsheathed it.

One day.

She would send those two straight to hell with this blade.

She stored it, along with every other weapon—guns, ammunition, everything.

The room was emptied completely.

She left without hesitation.

Back outside, she restored the hidden mechanism and exited the building.

At the fifth floor, she returned to the broken window.

The rain was still falling, though the wind had weakened.

She released the motorboat again.

She and Fubao boarded swiftly.

Then she checked her navigation and locked onto a fuel station ten kilometers away.

She started the engine.

And sped into the storm.

The typhoon was nearly over.

But she had to reach it before anyone else.

Because that place held what she needed most—

Diesel and gasoline.