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A pure white silk handkerchief twirled in mid-air.

It landed lightly on the cement ground stained with mud and blood.

The pure white and the murky dark red created a striking visual contrast at this moment.

"No need to call the police. Perform a physical ritual to help the dead pass away. Just pack them up and sink them into international waters."

Chen Yuan's voice echoed in the empty warehouse, carrying a chill that seemed to freeze to the bone.

The eagle lowered its head and solemnly accepted the order.

The bodyguards in black swarmed in like ghosts, skillfully dragging the bodies off the ground.

The skeletal remains rubbed against the rough ground, making a dull rustling sound.

Chen Yuan didn't look back even once.

He strode forward, his leather shoes stepping over puddles of blood-filled water, toward the VIP decontamination room of the port building.

Inside the decontamination room, cold white shadowless lights shone on the all-steel water tank.

The faucet was turned up to its maximum.

The icy water splashed and splattered onto Chen Yuan's palm.

He squeezed out a large amount of unscented premium hand sanitizer with one hand.

Pure white foam churned violently between the finger bones.

He washed very slowly.

The pads of the fingers, the space between the thumb and index finger, and the crevices between the nails.

Every inch of skin was repeatedly scraped by a rough nylon brush.

The first wash removes the invisible gunpowder dust.

The second rinse washes away the faint smell of blood.

The water flow carried away the white foam, which swirled and disappeared along the metal filter screen of the sewer.

Chen Yuan stared at the flowing water.

My mind was filled with the image of Shen Wanzhou's pale face, covering her mouth as she dry-heaved in the bathroom.

He absolutely refused to bring back even the slightest taste that would make her nauseous.

The third time.

Fourth time.

The fifth time.

Until the skin on the back of my hands and knuckles was rubbed until it turned a raw, reddish hue.

Only after confirming that not a trace of gunpowder remained did he turn off the water valve.

I grabbed a large, sterilized towel and slowly dried each of my fingers.

"Click".

The door to the decontamination room was pushed open.

The eagle held a brand-new haute couture casual outfit and a pair of matching leather shoes in its hands.

Even the fabric texture was exactly the same as the one Chen Yuan originally wore.

"Mr. Chen, the clothes are ready."

The eagle placed the clothes on a dry shelf.

He then pulled a palm-sized, silver, temperature-controlled metal box from the inside pocket of his tactical vest.

"The goods were delivered by our brothers in South America at great risk, and the cold chain was kept running without interruption of power all the way."

Chen Yuan dried his hands.

The well-defined fingers took the silver box.

The metal casing exudes a chilling aura.

Inside was rainforest spices that could suppress Shen Wanzhou's morning sickness.

For these few leaves, he just snapped the necks of more than a dozen fully armed mercenaries.

He took off his old clothes, which were stained with the fishy smell of the harbor.

I changed into a brand new all-black casual outfit.

He straightened his cuffs.

He turned and walked out of the building.

A black bulletproof Maybach was already waiting outside the door.

The engine emitted a deep roar.

The SUV tore through the night at the port, speeding towards the Cloud Top Manor.

The streetlights outside the car window flashed across Chen Yuan's cold, hard profile.

He protected the silver metal box with one hand.

I gently rubbed my fingertips against the cool outer shell.

Half an hour later.

The black and gold carved gate slowly slid open to both sides.

The Maybach came to a smooth stop in the fountain square.

Chen Yuan pushed open the car door.

The night breeze carried the fragrance of Podocarpus macrophyllus from the mountains and forests.

He stepped onto the white marble steps and pushed open the heavy solid wood door of the main building.

The moment the door lock closes.

The murderous aura emanating from Chen Yuan, which had solidified into ice at the port, receded like the tide.

It has faded completely.

Several warm yellow floor lamps illuminated the hall.

The constant temperature system blows out a gentle breeze of 26 degrees Celsius.

He shuffled his feet.

Head straight to the open kitchen on the first floor.

I pulled the faded black apron off the hook in the corner.

He put his hands behind his back and tied a tight knot.

That killer who just crushed the mercenary's throat.

At this moment, he completely transformed into a super dad whose eyes were only for his wife.

The purple clay stew pot is placed on the gas stove.

The deep blue flames licked the bottom of the pot.

In the pot, the top-quality Indonesian bird's nest has been soaked in pure water until it becomes crystal clear.

Chen Yuan pressed the metal latch on the constant temperature box.

The cover popped open.

A few leaves, with dark red veins amidst their emerald green color, lay quietly on the sterile mat.

A peculiar, refreshing scent, reminiscent of a forest after the rain, mixed with a faint fruity acidity.

It instantly dissipated in the air of the kitchen.

This fragrance is clear and sharp, and is especially effective in relieving stomach churning during early pregnancy.

Chen Yuan picked up the small silver knife from the knife rack.

The blade moved swiftly across the solid wood cutting board.

Thump, thump, thump.

The leaves were chopped into tiny, fine pieces.

He pinched off a small pinch of spice powder and sprinkled it evenly into the swirling bird's nest.

Cover with the ceramic lid.

Simmer over low heat.

Steam rose from the pot lid, making soft "popping" sounds.

Time ticked away in the clock on the wall.

Thirty minutes later.

That magical sweet and sour fragrance has been completely integrated into the gelatinous substance of the bird's nest.

There was no longer any fishy smell in the air that could make one feel nauseous.

Chen Yuan turned off the fire in the stove.

Pick up a piece of pure white heat-insulating cotton cloth.

Lift the lid off the pot.

The thick, stringy bird's nest soup gleams with an enticing warm red luster at the bottom of the pot.

He took a small white porcelain bowl decorated with gold trim.

Pour out a full bowl.

Placed on a black walnut wood tray.

Carrying the tray, Chen Yuan walked out of the kitchen.

The leather shoes trod on the thick wool carpet of the stairs, the steps steady and silent.

The master bedroom is on the second floor.

A dim orange glow shone through the crack in the door.

Chen Yuan pressed down on the doorknob with one hand and gently pushed it open.

The room was filled with the calming aroma of chamomile.

In the center of the large bed, Shen Wanzhou curled up in the silk quilt.

She turned to the side.

Two fair and delicate hands were folded together, tightly protecting her still-flat stomach.

Her delicate brows were slightly furrowed.

His breathing was short and disordered.

Even in my sleep, I was still tormented by churning stomach acid.

Chen Yuan walked to the bedside table.

Place the tray down gently.

The white porcelain bowl touched the glass tabletop without making a sound.

He knelt on one knee on the Persian carpet at the edge of the bed.

His gaze fell on the girl's slightly pale face.

A large, well-defined hand extends out.

Warm fingertips touched her furrowed brow.

Little by little, gently smooth out that tiny wrinkle.

I felt the familiar temperature and that clean, cool soap scent.

Shen Wanzhou's long eyelashes trembled.

She didn't open her eyes, but instinctively rubbed against the large hand.

The nostrils twitched slightly.

The aroma of bird's nest, a blend of fruity acidity and fragrance, entered her nasal cavity with her breath.

My stomach, which had been churning violently, miraculously calmed down.

The nauseating sour feeling was gone.

The tension in my shoulders slowly eased, and my fingers loosened from my abdomen.

Chen Yuan looked at her relaxed brows and eyes.

Lower your head.

When Chen Yuan carried the bowl of warm bird's nest porridge into the master bedroom, he looked at the girl sleeping soundly on the bed, lowered his head and gently kissed her hair, his voice incredibly soft: "It's windy outside, get up and have some hot porridge."