Inside a certain safehouse in the Military District.
"Miss Mu, why don't you just confess? The Xue Family has already accused you of intentional arson and injury. And Xue Murong is severely injured and in intensive care. If you obediently admit to it and sign this confession, we'll leave you alone. After all, this safehouse is tough for even a man to endure, let alone a delicate girl like you. Why suffer through this?"
A greasy-haired middle-aged man stood in front of Mu Anran, his lustful eyes continuously sizing her up.
Mu Anran felt a bit nauseous under his gaze, yet her face remained indifferent.
She looked at the middle-aged man coldly, sneering, "Did Muh Ziyang send something like you to deal with me?"
"Regardless of what I am, right now in front of you, I won't be anything good."
The middle-aged man seemed entirely unconcerned by Mu Anran's provocation.
He smiled lewdly, entirely unlike how a high-ranking Military District officer should appear.
