Punishing the Traitor, Reuniting with the Beloved, and Rekindling the Flame

The glass shards reflected the cold moonlight in the sea breeze, and Bo Yu's silver fur on the back of his neck suddenly flared up.

On the top of a container at the twelve o'clock position, the barrels of three heavy machine guns glowed blue—the liquid nitrogen cooling system was in full operation.

"Boss Xu is even willing to give you military-grade equipment?" Bo Yu crouched, crushing the shards of glass under his combat boots. A beastly growl reverberated in his throat, sending ripples through the drones' light network.

He recalled the confidential file sent by Feng Hacker three days ago—encrypted accounts that had twisted their way through seventeen different turns, ultimately pointing to an underground pharmaceutical lab in a pharmaceutical group.

Qian Duobao's maniacal laughter drifted toward him, mixed with the salty scent of the sea. "Wait till you become a honeycomb, I'll personally peel your wolf skin and turn it into a rug!"

The first burst of bullets tore through the night air, and Bo Yu's pupils constricted into two vertical slits.

He could see the spiral airflow as each silver bullet rotated, hear the residual heat left in the barrel before the casings hit the ground.

As his claws dug into the concrete floor for leverage, propelling him into the air, three bullets passed through his lifted clothing and struck the steel frame, sending orange-red sparks flying.

"This is it?" Bo Yu landed on a rusted gantry crane beam, his tail still suspended in mid-air when the second wave of bullets flipped the place where he was standing.

This time, it was a crossfire net—bullets weaving a glowing phosphorescent web of death in the moonlight, like a school of piranhas scenting blood.

When the third bullet grazed his collarbone, Bo Yu finally found the hidden buckle on his tactical vest.

The electromagnetic pulse device made by Feng Hacker was still there, but it needed three seconds to activate—enough time for them to turn him into a sieve.

"Kid's pretty good at dodging?" Wu, the butler's voice suddenly came through the loudspeaker from the southeast. "Why don't you guess what Miss Tang's heartbeat is at right now?" As soon as he finished, the heartbeat on the encrypted channel accelerated, stabbing into Bo Yu's temple like a sharp knife.

The werewolf transformation began to spread uncontrollably. Bo Yu could taste the metallic sweetness as his fangs broke through his gums.

The moon phase calendar automatically appeared on his retina—only forty-eight hours until the full moon. Forcing the bloodline could lead to permanent transformation into a beast—but Tang Yao's heartbeat was weakening.

"Damn it, reason." Bo Yu tore off the pulse device's safety pin just as the moonlight exploded into dazzling light spots on his retina.

An ancient roar surged from deep within his marrow, burning his pain nerves to ashes.

The world seemed to slow down in his wolfish eyes.

He could see Qian Duobao's cigarette ember flickering at the corner of his mouth, hear the trembling fingers of Shen Killer as he changed his magazine, and even smell the salty dried fish from Zheng Yufu's house two hundred meters away.

When the first drop of werewolf blood hit the ground, thirty drones exploded in electric sparks, like a swarm of moths with broken wings falling into the sea.

The next seventeen seconds would become the nightmare that Qian Duobao would wake up to repeatedly for the rest of his life.

The wolf's shadow turned into a silver whirlwind in the crossfire net, and Shen Killer's proud tactical coordination turned into a laughable slow-motion scene—Bo Yu's claws tore through bulletproof vests like tearing rice paper, and the elite soldiers fell like dried straw.

"Stop him! Use that!" Qian Duobao kicked two subordinates aside to use them as human shields, trembling as he reached for the satellite phone.

Wu's promised "final insurance" suddenly emerged from the shadows. It was three automated turrets spraying sedatives, the pale blue mist instantly enveloping half the warehouse.

Bo Yu stumbled back a step in the mist, then burst into wild laughter from the excruciating pain.

The werewolf bloodline was converting the sedative into a violent catalyst, and he could hear every bone cracking as it wildly grew.

When the turrets' infrared scopes locked onto his forehead, he snapped off a rusted anchor chain and threw it—fifty kilograms of iron chain exploded through the air, smashing three delicate machines into blooming metal flowers.

When Qian Duobao's escape route was blocked by Zheng Yufu's fishing net, he finally realized why Tang Yao had chosen this abandoned dock.

The old fisherman squatted on the watchtower, puffing his dry cigarette, with Feng Hacker's modified signal jammer at his feet.

"Game over." Bo Yu's claws gripped Qian Duobao's neck, and the moonlight poured over his pupils.

His semi-beastly face was particularly vicious in the transition from light to dark, but the remaining humanity made him pause for half a second before tearing the traitor's throat—just enough time to hear the suddenly clear heartbeat on the encrypted channel.

Wu's cold laugh echoed from the collar of a dying killer: "You think you won, huh? Boss Xu has prepared a special hospital room for Miss Tang. The heartbeat monitor's frequency… can be adjusted remotely."

Qian Duobao suddenly began struggling violently, making gurgling drowning sounds.

Bo Yu smelled the bitter almond scent of cyanide. His wolf claws immediately crushed Qian Duobao's jawbone, but the hidden poison sac had already ruptured.

The dying man used his last bit of strength to grab Bo Yu's wrist, his pupils reflecting the blood-red signal flare rising from the sea.

When the blood-red signal flare burned into Bo Yu's retina, Qian Duobao's pupils had already dispersed completely.

The bitter almond taste of cyanide mixed with the salty sea air pierced his nose, and Bo Yu's wolf claws dug deep into the container's iron skin, the metallic screech of bending metal startling the seagulls resting for the night.

"Coordinates," he gripped Qian Duobao's still-soft neck, dark red blood seeping between his fingers.

Moonlight flowed over his fading wolf fur. The wound on his collarbone, caused by a bullet grazing it, visibly healed, and the newly formed pink skin gently warmed under the night wind.

Qian Duobao's Adam's apple spasmed in Bo Yu's palm: "East Port... freezing warehouse... underground, third floor..." Each word was splattered with blood. The man who had been bragging about skinning a wolf just five minutes ago now thrashed like a dehydrated fish, "Boss Xu wants… her serum…"

Bo Yu's pupils suddenly contracted.

Three days ago, when Tang Yao helped him bandage his wounds, there had indeed been small needle-hole scabs under the bandage.

The fragmented memories reconstructed in the pain—biopharmaceutical data in the encrypted accounts, the white hospital gowns in the lab surveillance footage—he realized that from the very beginning, their meeting had been a trap.

"You'd better pray she's okay." Bo Yu ripped the tactical belt from the killer's body, binding Qian Duobao into a twisted shrimp-like shape.

In the distance, Feng Hacker's signature whistle echoed—three short, two long, signaling that Zheng Yufu's fishing boat had docked.

As the searchlights of the East Port cut through the thick fog, Bo Yu's combat boots slid on the condensation tube.

The emergency lights in the cold storage flickered, and the cold air crystallized on his eyelashes. He smelled the camellia hand cream Tang Yao often used, mixed with a faint scent of blood.

"Don't come near!" Tang Yao's warning voice trembled.

She was chained to the liquid nitrogen valve, her pale ankles buried in frost, and the ECG patch on her neck was flashing blue.

Bo Yu noticed the countdown display behind her: 00:04:37.

"Wu said... that if my heartbeat exceeds the threshold, it will trigger an explosion," Tang Yao forced a weak smile, bruises on her wrists glowing purple under the cold light. "That bastard set my fear threshold to…"

Before she could finish, Bo Yu had already ripped apart the three-layer password lock.

The remaining wolf features seeped through his joints, blood dripping, but he seemed to feel no pain as he pulled Tang Yao into his embrace.

Her body temperature seeped through his damp shirt, and the crescent-shaped birthmark on her neck burned against his tightening heart—this was a mark that hadn't existed before they left that morning.

"How much blood did they take from you?" Bo Yu used his canine teeth to tear through the iron chain, tasting the sedative-laced blood.

Tang Yao suddenly trembled violently in his arms, the monitor blaring a harsh alarm, the countdown speeding towards three minutes.

In the distance, the ship's horn sounded, and Bo Yu instantly understood Xu's twisted amusement.

He tore off all the electrodes from Tang Yao's body, grabbing the liquid nitrogen tube and crushing it in his palm.

The searing pain made his pupils glow with a feral golden hue, but this time, he controlled the transformation threshold—enough to manually twist open the five-ton pressure valve without scaring the person in his arms.

"Don't look," he covered Tang Yao's eyes with his palm, listening to the rumble of rusted gears meshing.

As the emergency door of the cold storage slowly rose, moonlight mixed with the drone lights controlled by Feng Hacker poured in, illuminating Zheng Yufu's fishing net swaying in his hand.

Qian Duobao hung upside down from the gantry crane, his appearance almost comical.

The once-barbecue partner was now bawling uncontrollably upon seeing Tang Yao unharmed: "It was Boss Xu who forced me! He said if I didn't cooperate, he'd make my daughter disappear from the hospital bed…"

"Your daughter passed away three months ago." Feng Hacker looked up from his tablet, his modified mechanical eye flashing blue. "The bone marrow transplant records were falsified, and the special medicine procurement fees were actually funneled into the Macau casino." He casually flicked up a holographic projection, showing footage of Qian Duobao manically placing bets at the casino, causing Bo Yu's eyes to burn.

Tang Yao suddenly pressed her hand against Bo Yu's wrist, which was bulging with veins.

The warmth of her fingertips cleared his mind, and

he noticed his nails had deeply dug into his palm.

"Leave it to Old Zheng," she whispered. "His fishing net needs a ship's anchor."

Zheng Yufu grinned, revealing his yellowed teeth, the fishing net in his hands glowing with an eerie silver light in the moonlight—that was Feng Hacker's modified "smart dragnet," said to automatically adjust the tension according to the struggling force.

As the first wave of tide rolled over the dock, Qian Duobao's pig-like screams were already swallowed by the fishing boat, drifting into the deep sea.

"Does it hurt?" Tang Yao cupped Bo Yu's bloodied hand, her breath leaving tiny halos of light on her lashes.

Bo Yu then noticed her medical wristband. Under the gold-stamped number CA - 307, there was a faint fluorescent mark that read "Serum Purity 97.3%."

Feng Hacker's cough interrupted his gaze.

"Although I don't want to ruin the atmosphere," the techie shook his suddenly blacked-out tablet, "but in the last hour, there were three hacker attempts to locate us, one of the codes was familiar…" He paused, "It's like the property guy who fixed my router last month."

Bo Yu's silver fur on the back of his neck stood up as if by itself.

He thought about how smoothly they'd broken into the cold storage, how Wu's words, "You think you've won," echoed in his mind, and how the blood-red signal flare hadn't come from the northern district, where Boss Xu typically operated—on the salty sea breeze, it seemed like eyes had been following them the entire time.

As the sea horizon turned white, Tang Yao slept restlessly in Bo Yu's arms.

Every ten minutes, she would involuntarily twitch, and the new crescent-shaped birthmark on her neck glowed faintly in the morning light.

Bo Yu wrapped his jacket around her thin shoulders, and his phone suddenly vibrated, flashing a jumbled message.

It was the agreed-upon code with Feng Hacker. The decoded content made his pupils contract—three hours ago, the blood-red signal flare reflected in Qian Duobao's pupils before he died, after image-enhancing processing, clearly showed the logo projection of a newly acquired hospital under Xu's group.

The sound of the tide against the rocks became sharp, and Bo Yu lowered his head, staring at Tang Yao's sleeping face.

The morning mist wove strange patterns on the sea surface, and a figure wearing a fisherman's hat crouched on the breakwater, sorting through a net, with skin exposed at the cuffs glowing an abnormal ashen blue under the rising sun.