"You..."

Ye Jiuliang knew the human anatomy and skeletal system all too well; only Brooke could understand the madness-inducing pain of that knife.

He lifted his foot and kicked towards Ye Jiuliang, with a desperate ferocity, "You’re seeking death, you wretch."

Li Mochan’s dark eyes were slightly cold, yet he still restrained himself from taking action.

Ye Jiuliang sidestepped, pulled out the dagger, and blood spurted out, tragic and bloody.

Lifting a knee, she kicked out sharply.

Right into Brooke’s back.

A deep footprint immediately marred his black clothes.

Brooke’s knee hit the ground, and fresh red blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Not far away, Wei Xi and his two comrades were stunned.

This... this...

Wei Nan narrowed his eyes, a hint of doubt surfacing within them.

This aura, and these moves, they felt eerily familiar.

He felt as if he had seen them somewhere before.

Before he could recall, a scream drew his attention back.

Brooke looked at the dagger plunged into his thigh, his eyes split with fury, and the veins from his temples to his neck bulged.

He fell to the ground, the other leg pinned by Ye Jiuliang, immobilized.

"How does a one-on-one feel, thrilling, huh?" Ye Jiuliang leaned down, her fingertips playing with the bloodstained dagger.

"Now do you know who is seeking death?"

She stood up straight and kicked him away.

Wei Xi, holding a rope, once again tied him up.

Covered in wounds, Brooke no longer had the energy to be belligerent, and his two subordinates were even more stupefied by Ye Jiuliang’s savagery.

"Drag him away." Wei Bei called the guards at the door, instructing.

The tide had turned; Brooke’s expression was one of defeat, as he was dragged away without resistance.

Ye Jiuliang dropped the dagger and started walking towards Li Mochan’s direction.

Suddenly, a figure rushed out, standing in front of Li Mochan.

It was Wei Nan.

Ye Jiuliang paused, facing Wei Nan’s wary gaze, and was a bit puzzled.

What’s going on?

Wei Xi and Wei Bei were also confused.

"Wei Nan, what are you doing?" Wei Bei asked, not understanding.

Wei Nan did not answer, his eyes warily fixed on Ye Jiuliang, his voice cold, "You were the masked youth who broke into Mo Garden that day, weren’t you?"

One can disguise their appearance, but the intrinsic aura and learned skills cannot be completely altered.

In an instant, the air grew chillingly silent.

Wei Bei and Wei Xi’s faces changed abruptly, and they stepped forward to stand by Wei Nan, looking at Ye Jiuliang with increased guardedness.

Ye Jiuliang’s light eyes became focused, her smile receding from her lips.

Still, she couldn’t hide it.

Overlooking Wei Nan and the others’ hostile gazes, she looked up into the man’s deep, dark eyes, an unusual tension in her.

Her red lips slightly parted, her tone indifferent, "Yes, I was the person who broke into Mo Garden that day."

With confirmation, Wei Nan and his comrades’ faces showed a touch of resentment.

She was the masked youth, but what was her purpose in breaking into Mo Garden, and was her presence with their master genuine or deceptive?

"Step aside," Li Mochan’s cool voice came from behind.

Wei Nan and the others turned around, yet their feet remained firmly in place.

"Master, even if you want to punish us, we will not object," said Wei Nan, his gaze lowered.

They were still unclear about Ye Jiuliang’s intentions, and with the master trusting her too much, they now had to stop him.

"Step aside," Li Mochan frowned, reaching out to pull him away.

Wei Xi and Wei Bei stepped forward, blocking in front of Li Mochan.

"Master, please be calm," Wei Bei said, mustering his courage.

They did not wish to do this, but given the current situation, it was the only choice they had.