Chapter 190

Author's POV

The stealth chopper's blades slowed to a menacing hum, cutting through the night as the cloaked woman stepped forward, her hood falling back to reveal a scarred face—sharp cheekbones, gray eyes glinting with steel, a jagged mark slicing her left cheek. Her words hung in the air like a grenade with the pin pulled: "Her mother. The real one." Wu Haoyu stood frozen, Huang Yanyan's blood-soaked body limp in his arms, her pulse faint under his trembling fingers. Blood dripped from her thigh wound, pooling in the dirt, her machete lost somewhere in the chaos. The family—battered, grieving, and reeling—stared in stunned silence, Yang Wei's lifeless form on the stretcher a grim anchor beside them.