Mai Zheng’s heart quivered, "Emma~ these people were really hiding their skills. I should’ve just played it cool and left earlier." The fans scattered in all directions, covering their heads and scurrying like mice. For a moment, the airport terminal was in complete chaos. The man who had fired the gun sneered and grabbed Ji Yunmiao by the collar, preparing to swiftly take him and leave the airport. Suddenly, Yun Miao bit down on his arm. The man winced and let go, and Yun Miao turned to run. The man’s eyes narrowed fiercely, and the three of them formed a cordon to give chase. Even the slow-reacting Mai Zheng could see now that Ji Yunmiao was clearly being kidnapped. He pulled a dart from his bag and threw it at the man’s leg. He was an expert at darts; he threw with precision, and the man’s leg was impaled, nearly causing him to stumble and fall. He turned and glared viciously at him. The priority now was not to lose the hostage, so he had no time to deal with Mai Zheng and quickly pursued Ji Yunmiao instead. Despite his slender frame, Yun Miao ran as slippery as a fish, diving into the crowd and disappearing in no time. At that moment, airport security and the armed police special forces were deployed. The three men exchanged glances and swiftly left the airport. Mai Zheng was stunned for a moment, then started after Ji Yunmiao. The gunshot had caused public panic. The airport terminal was in disarray. Armed police special forces maintained order. Because the terminal housed many media personnel and fans, news of a shooting at the airport spread to every corner of the world in real-time. In today’s society, shootings and terrorist attacks are not that unusual, but what made it remarkable was that it occurred among Mai Zheng’s fan group. Mai Zheng’s name was thrust into the spotlight again, and fans flocked to his Weibo to express their concern. Meanwhile, inside the terminal, Ning Zihuan’s men intercepted the three criminals before they could get out. A real fight ensued, and before the special forces could arrive, one was killed on the spot, another was severely injured, and the third had a gunshot wound. A group of men in black hoisted them into a sedan, narrowly evading the special forces, and sped away in the car. The special forces suspected they were part of an active criminal gang and contacted headquarters to commence a pursuit. "Miaomiao!" She wove through the crowd, calling out frantically. She then realized how futile her shouting was, because Miaomiao couldn’t hear her. "Where’s Miaomiao now?" Yun Ya asked Allen. "You... hold on, there are too many people, it’s hard to identify." "Shoot, my system has a bug, it scrambles when there’s a crowd, aaahhhh...." People bustled to and fro. Yun Ya stood in the airport terminal, feeling utterly desolate. He couldn’t hear, couldn’t speak, was so innocent. What if he got thirsty or hungry? What if he met a bad person? She frantically pushed through the crowd, searching desperately. Yan Song held her back, "Yaya, calm down." Yun Ya violently shook him off, "Miaomiao~" she murmured his name, her entire being like a soulless husk. She spotted a young figure and immediately rushed over, "Miaomiao." The young man turned, looking at Yun Ya with a puzzled face, which quickly flashed with admiration. Yun Ya pushed him away fiercely: "You’re not my Miaomiao." Like a headless fly, she frantically searched through the crowd. Whenever she saw someone resembling him, she rushed over. Yan Song had never seen Yun Ya so out of control; his heart twisted with pain. The sweetness of their time together had led him to arrogantly believe he was the most important person to Yun Ya. But now, it was clear he could never compare to Miaomiao. Newest update provided by novel·fire·net He then laughed at himself sardonically, "Yan Song, oh, Yan Song, are you really jealous of Miaomiao? Are you even human?" That was Yaya’s twin brother, who she depended on for survival—in a sense, her only family in this world, and his future brother-in-law. Furthermore, the other party’s life hung in the balance. What sort of jealousy was he harboring? Yan Song embraced her, holding her tightly in his arms. Yun Ya struggled in his embrace, but she was no match for him. Held firmly against his chest, Yun Ya leaned on him, breathless and exhausted. "Miaomiao~ Where’s Miaomiao?" She couldn’t hold back her tears any longer, crying copiously. She was terrified, afraid that Miaomiao had left her again. She couldn’t fathom that day; she would surely go mad. Yan Song whispered in her ear, "Don’t worry, we will definitely find Miaomiao. Don’t be afraid, I’ll contact my cousin right now. He has a lot of influence in Hong Kong, and he will surely help us find Miaomiao."