The bounty kept increasing, becoming higher and higher, to the extent that even the higher-ups of the Assassin Alliance were alerted, but Black Cat had vanished without a trace, with no news at all. Black Dog paused for a moment before patting Black Eagle’s shoulder, "Don’t worry, think about it, Black Cat is so formidable, let alone the black market, even the entire Assassin Alliance, how would it compare? Even Elder Heisan is no match for her, I believe she has the protection of fortune!" Black Eagle fell silent for an instant, then in a faint, soft voice, barely audible, said, "She used to... say she would teach me how to box." In a flash, it had been three months since the day she left home. Does it really have to be a year? One year, twelve months. Such unbearable torment, and is it to continue for nine more months? Every time he thought of that person, his heart would clench tightly. At first, when that person ran away from home, Third Brother was the best at tracking, but later, Third Brother was carried back by Madam Dong. This Madam Dong was Baobao’s birth mother. Third Brother was extremely weak; just by looking at his complexion, he indeed seemed frailer than Second Brother, who was bedridden all year round. Later, when Third Brother woke up from his coma, for some reason, he no longer went to the mountains to search for Baobao. Instead, he returned to Sky Blue Building and picked up his old profession, performing plays in the building. However, the songs he sang were all mournful tunes, which made listeners’ hearts ache. Perhaps, just as the brothers said, due to his simple nature, he did not fully understand Third Brother’s intentions, and his mind had indeed been troubled by this. He wondered, had Third Brother given up on himself, hence his abandonment? Did he not want to find Baobao anymore? But one night, Second Brother, playing the zither in the woods by the river, after hearing his doubts, said strangely, "Give up? You really underestimate him. Shujun has never given up." Black Eagle’s eyes reddened. He thought if only Baobao were still here, if only Baobao hadn’t left, perhaps their family wouldn’t be like scattered sand. He missed the dishes Baobao cooked, the way she looked at him with her bright, sparkling eyes, the way she touched his head, and her gentle laughter. But everything had turned into something like a dream, unreachable ever again. In this vast world, like finding a needle in a haystack, where could she be? He still did not understand, what had they done wrong? Why did she suddenly leave? At that moment, Black Dog suddenly said, "Black Eagle, look quickly, the craftsman is back!" From a distance, Shen Qiuyang saw two men dressed in black standing under the old tree outside her little wooden house. She asked suspiciously, "May I know who you two gentlemen are?" Black Dog immediately stepped forward, taking out a token and then said, "Craftsman, we are from the Assassin Alliance. You took a job from the alliance a year ago, do you still remember?" Shen Qiuyang thought for a moment before realizing and said, "So you are from the Assassin Alliance." She had fallen off a cliff the previous year but survived, saved by a benefactor. Afterwards, she had been planning to find out who was behind Grandma Cui. Although, when she was with the Shen Family before, she had many connections, she did not trust those people and if she did not trust them, she could not use them. It was then she met Hei Second Mother, took on her task, and thus made a good sum of money. With this money, she hired some people in secret to work for her. Black Dog explained his and Black Eagle’s reason for coming. The black market was under the control of the Assassin Alliance, with the alliance having full authority over it. A year ago, all masks and tokens of the black market were renewed. The tokens were carved by Black Eagle, and it was because of this that he became aware of the existence of the black market. As for the masks, they were crafted by the hands of Shen Qiuyang.