At this moment, Yan Xixi was already panting as she ran over. As she passed by him, he immediately said, "Xixi, go change your clothes immediately, we have an urgent matter and need to return."

Yan Xixi was taken aback but didn’t ask any more questions. She swiftly went to change her clothes.

When Wan Donglin walked in, he was astonished, but he saw her moving swiftly, having already packed the entire suitcase, and even tidied up his personal documents meticulously.

Though he was tense, he smiled with relief. At crucial moments, she really proved to be reliable, ready for anything at a moment’s notice.

The two headed straight for the airport.

Shopping area at the entrance.

Buzzing with people, blonde hair, blue eyes, various skin tones. The world seemed at peace with no signs of anything unusual.

Wan Donglin was dragging the suitcase, with Yan Xixi following by his side.

Suddenly, she felt something was wrong, but exactly what was wrong, she couldn’t put into words.

Right at that moment, a group of travelers approached head-on. The chatter obscured their nationality, until they got closer, and she saw the H Country tour group sign.

She breathed a sigh of relief but still felt something was off, so she kept curiously staring at the group of people.

Wan Donglin was in a hurry. He didn’t pay attention to the group of South Koreans at all, his mind occupied with the underlying message in the few words his mother said over the phone.

"Big footed man..."

His mind was elsewhere.

She lowered her voice, "Big footed man, look, that person is so strange..."

Following her gaze, Wan Donglin’s expression changed immediately. He dodged back as a person wearing a baseball cap brushed past, the knife hidden in his sleeve failed to stop and stabbed into the arm of an oncoming passerby.

The person cried out miserably and collapsed backward.

Wan Donglin’s face changed immediately. He grabbed Yan Xixi, "Run!"

The person with the baseball cap wasn’t alone; there were four or five of them. Suddenly, each had a gleaming knife in hand. People around screamed and ran, while those behind were at a loss.

They were obviously well-trained, heading straight for their target.

The reason Yan Xixi noticed was entirely due to her simple curiosity about their nationality, so she paid attention—it turned out they weren’t from H Country or R Country.

They pursued with knives in hand.

"Xixi, this way..."

She suddenly realized their target was Wan Donglin.

Undoubtedly, this gang had been tracking them for who knows how long.

Fortunately, she hadn’t changed out of her running shoes after her morning exercise. If she had been wearing high heels, it would have been over by now. But as the people behind pursued relentlessly, fear surged over her—could she really die here today?

If it were just Wan Donglin, he would have escaped long ago, but she had become a burden to him.

Her eyes darted furiously, and her palms almost started to sweat. Suddenly, she grabbed a large stack of banknotes from her bag and threw it down.

Caught by the wind, the colorful banknotes instantly flew everywhere. Unaware passersby saw the money and immediately swarmed over. In that instant, the people in baseball caps were blocked.

Wan Donglin, dragging Yan Xixi, dashed into the airport.

The people in baseball caps disappeared.

They were surrounded by those picking up the banknotes and absolutely wouldn’t dare commit mass murder here.

They passed through security in a hurry, boarding the plane almost at the last moment before takeoff.

The two sat down, still shaken from the ordeal.

Wan Donglin saw her pale face, her forehead beaded with sweat. He held her hand tightly, "It’s okay now, it’s okay."