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The plane landed in Yasuo City, the capital of Yasuo Principality.

Song Ye, who was there to receive Nan Yan, stayed by her side, leaving the pilot to temporarily take off.

Walking aimlessly behind Nan Yan, Song Ye couldn’t help but ask, “Miss Nan, where are we going to find Mr. Qin?”

To the secret assistant guards like him, Mr. Qin’s disappearance wasn’t a big deal.

After all, Mr. Qin often went missing for a few days.

He actually thought Nan Yan was overreacting and making a big fuss.

With Mr. Qin’s capabilities, who could possibly restrict his freedom?

Unless he wanted to stay, no one could detain him.

Moreover, it had been less than twenty-four hours since Mr. Qin lost contact, and Miss Nan was clearly too anxious.

However, Miss Nan saying that Mr. Qin was now in Yasuo Principality surprised him.

This wasn’t in Mr. Qin’s travel plans!

“No rush, let’s wander around Yasuo City for now. I haven’t been here in many years.”

If it weren’t for finding out that Qin Lu was here, she might not have thought to return.

Since she was back, she might as well visit her senior brother.

Song Ye dared not voice any objections and could only follow Nan Yan closely, protecting her.

Yasuo Principality was different from home. Here, carrying guns was legal, and robberies, fights, and brawls were common on the streets.

If one was unlucky enough, they could even witness a shootout, truly escaping through a hail of bullets.

Simply put, while democracy and freedom were highly valued here, it also meant that people’s tempers were more volatile, and violent incidents could occur at the slightest provocation.

So, this place was actually quite dangerous.

This was Mr. Qin’s woman; he absolutely couldn’t let her get hurt!

Just as he was thinking this, a heavy motorcycle suddenly roared around the street corner, speeding towards them.

Damn!

What you fear often comes to pass!

Song Ye’s eyes almost popped out as he quickly reacted to protect Nan Yan.

However, the motorcycle was going at least 250 miles per hour, and in the blink of an eye, it was upon them.

“Miss Nan, get out of the way!”

Song Ye shouted, lunging towards Nan Yan to push her away.

He didn’t care if he got hit, the important thing was to protect Miss Nan!

Nan Yan had time to dodge.

But there was a little girl not far behind her.

If they dodged, the motorcycle would hit the girl directly.

At that speed, the girl wouldn’t survive.

She wanted to save her.

As Song Ye came to push her, Nan Yan suddenly jumped up, her long leg kicking the rider’s head hard.

The rider, instead of slowing down as he was about to hit someone, got even more excited at the prospect of bloodshed and sped up.

He hadn’t expected the human body to be thrown away as he imagined; instead, he was kicked in the head.

His body spun several times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

The rider, wearing a helmet and protective gear, survived the heavy blow despite sustaining severe injuries.

Inside the helmet, he was already unconscious, blood pouring from his mouth, his body twisted in a grotesque position.

It was clear he had multiple fractures all over his body.

Without a rider to control it, the motorcycle’s throttle was locked as it crashed, shattering into pieces. Many parts flew off, causing the surrounding people to flee in panic, afraid of being hit.

Song Ye:

He always thought that having the word ‘wild’ in his name made him wild.

Now he realized, Miss Nan was wilder than him!

At least he wouldn’t dare to do what she did.

He didn’t have the confidence to accomplish all that without getting hurt.

But Miss Nan dared!

No wonder Mr. Qin admired her!

Glancing at the unconscious rider, he swallowed hard and nervously asked, “Miss Nan, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Nan Yan turned to the little girl who was still frozen in fear.

The girl, about five or six years old, held a lollipop in her hand, her big eyes wide with terror, tears brimming in her eyes.

The girl’s mother hurriedly ran over from the roadside, picked her up, and looked at Nan Yan with gratitude before quickly leaving without saying a word.

“Oh my God, isn’t that the eldest son of Duke Joshur? Could he be dead?”

“Serves him right. How many innocent people have died under his wheels? It’s about time he got his comeuppance!”