Two hours later, in the outskirts of Jing City, amidst ruins, a sleek motorcycle, shimmering even in the darkness, came to a halt.
Zhouzhou, with chubby little feet, strained to reach the ground, maintaining a tough posture.
She removed her helmet, tucked it under her arm, and gestured, "Mom, hop on!" Beside her, An Ya suppressed a smile, lifting her short legs off the motorcycle before floating towards their destination.
Approaching a rusty door, An Ya kicked it open unceremoniously, hands on hips, commanding, "Diao, get out here!"
Her daughter had come to help her reclaim her territory! If there was any regret, it was that she hadn't finished her confrontation with Diao.
Cool breeze swept by as a ghastly figure emerged, surrounded by malevolence, sneering, "You dare to return, you wretched woman!"
An Ya arched an eyebrow, unfazed. "Why wouldn't I dare? Are you frightened?"
"Silly woman," the ghastly figure chuckled darkly. "Today, I shall feast on you!"