Chapter 984: Forbidden Zone, Death Valley

In both past and present lives, Gu Dehao has always been very kind to her. She hasn’t had the chance to repay his upbringing grace, so how could she let him encounter trouble like this?

An Mingji released Gu Jin and, seeing her calm expression, felt slightly relieved.

Gu Jin looked up at him: "Is everything ready? Shall we set off now?"

"Mm, just waiting for you. Let’s get in the car."

An Mingji walked to the nearest car and opened the back seat.

The two of them got into the car one after the other.

The Darwin Family’s plane was situated in a not-so-spacious area without room for takeoff, so they needed to drive to get there.

Seeing the two masters get in the car, Allen picked up the two suitcases left by the Young Master and got in with his well-trained subordinates.

The convoy quickly drove away.

It was broad daylight, and such a traveling group inevitably attracted some people’s attention.

Gu Jin and An Mingji are now the focus of many in Beijing society, with their every move watched by those with interest.

And being the objects of attention, even if they noticed something, they didn’t take it to heart.

In the car, Gu Jin asked An Mingji how he knew about her father’s accident and the details behind it.

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Kunlun.

The West, it’s always been a restless place.

Its complexities are beyond words.

Gu Dehao, whom Gu Jin was worried about, was currently in a life-and-death crisis.

This time, he personally led the mission because of the high risk involved and the considerable commission.

Gu Dehao had assessed the risk but never imagined this place would almost become his grave.

The mission was to escort merchants from Hong Kong for a transaction, unaware of what the transaction entailed or why it was happening in Kunlun; he only knew through their employer that the item was of immense value.

Upon arrival, he discovered that the business partners were from the Short Country.

The deal involved cultural artifacts.

Hong Kong, which holds numerous artifacts, sold them at high prices to the people from the Short Country.

The people from the Short Country had planned a double-cross from the beginning, resorting to murder and silencing once they saw the goods.

Gu Dehao’s men were all skilled fighters, battling their way out through heavy encirclement.

Unfortunately, the merchant from Hong Kong was shot dead by the Short Country people when they first attempted the double-cross.

During the escape, Gu Dehao lost more than half his men, and their weapons were about to be depleted, and in protecting two brothers, he was shot twice.

By rights, they were merely bodyguards for the employer; the Short Country people had the artifacts and money, and shouldn’t have pursued them so relentlessly.

One wonders why these mad dogs behaved like this.

The wounds on Gu Dehao’s body were simply bandaged; he leaned pale-faced against the shadowed side of a hill, the wind-blown yellow sand blocked by the hill.

All the remaining brothers gathered here, facing them were countless purple-red rocks, mid-high mountains formed from sandstone, standing still and majestic.

That place was a forbidden zone, Death Valley.

Legend has it that Death Valley is breathtakingly beautiful, with blue skies dotted with white clouds, rivers gently flowing, crystal clear, and the valley blooming with endless flowers.

Gu Dehao’s eyes, dark and uncertain, fixed on Death Valley.

It was eerily calm there.

The eerie calmness made one feel an uncanny urge to retreat.

Gu Dehao knew of Death Valley.

The surrounding herdsmen would rather let their cattle and sheep starve to death on the barren Gobi than let them into the lush, ancient, and silent Death Valley.

The valley was littered with the pelts of wild beasts, scattered bones, hunters’ weapons, and solitary grave mounds.

Every item silently conveyed a sinister, intimidating aura of death to all.