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A cacophony of chaos erupted, sending waves of panic through the crowd.

The amusement park, a place typically filled with laughter and joy, was now overrun by fear.

Most visitors were young couples, families with children, or ordinary people simply looking to enjoy their day.

The sudden sound of gunfire shattered their sense of safety, plunging the area into uncontrollable turmoil.

The crowd began to surge in panic!

Yao Yao, hearing the commotion, immediately tensed. Her delicate face darkened as her sharp eyes darted around, quickly pinpointing the source of the disturbance. Without hesitation, she abandoned whatever her older brother had been about to say and sprinted toward the chaos.

Seeing his sister's reaction, Gu Yu instinctively sighed in relief. He couldn’t believe his luck—what could have been an embarrassing situation had been miraculously avoided.

But before he could fully relax, the gravity of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks. This wasn’t just any disturbance—it was an armed hostage crisis!

"Oh no!" Gu Yu thought, his heart sinking. His little sister had charged straight into danger. How could anyone outrun bullets? They were all flesh and blood—what if Yao Yao failed to protect herself? What if she got hurt?

And worse still, if their parents found out he hadn’t stopped her from running headlong into such peril, they’d skin him alive.

"Yao Yao, don’t be reckless!"

Gu Yu snapped back to reality and bolted after her. But after only a few steps, he was forced to stop, his expression grim. The panicked crowd was now packed tightly together, blocking the entire pathway. There was no way he could move forward.

"Damn it!" Gu Yu clenched his fists in frustration.

No matter how unwilling he was, all he could do now was watch helplessly as his sister disappeared into the throng.

On the other side, Yao Yao moved like a fish gliding through water, weaving effortlessly through the gaps in the crowd. Her speed was astonishing, and within moments, she reached the scene.

Because of her small stature, her arrival went unnoticed by both sides of the confrontation.

Yao Yao carefully assessed the situation.

On one side stood a middle-aged man wielding a gun.

His short, outward-slanting eyebrows and wide-set eyes gave him an inherently menacing appearance.

In his grip was a young woman in her early twenties, her neck already red and raw from the pressure of his massive hand.

Tears streamed down the woman’s face like pearls, but she dared not make a sound, terrified that crying would provoke her captor further.

The barrel of the gun pressed firmly against her temple served as a chilling reminder of the stakes.

On the other side were several young men in their early twenties. Their brows radiated an aura of righteousness, something Yao Yao had only ever seen in her third brother. These men were clearly police officers, though not in uniform.

Unbeknownst to Yao Yao, these were undercover officers—plainclothes detectives who worked without uniforms to blend in while gathering intelligence.

As the hostage struggled to breathe, one of the young men stepped forward, addressing the gunman calmly.

"Qiu Yang, release the hostage now," he said firmly but without provocation. "Your crimes aren’t severe—you’ll likely serve only a few years in prison, and with good behavior, you could be out in two or three."

"But harming the hostage constitutes premeditated murder, which is far more serious than your original offense. You might never see freedom again. Think carefully about this!"

His words were calculated, aiming to dissuade Qiu Yang from acting impulsively. And for a moment, it seemed to work—the gunman visibly hesitated.

But then, overcome by anger, Qiu Yang bellowed hysterically, "Why are you arresting me?! It was that woman who cheated first!"

"What’s wrong with beating up the adulterer?!"

Thinking of the betrayal that had left him humiliated and now branded as a fugitive facing imminent imprisonment, Qiu Yang refused to surrender. He tightened his grip on the hostage and shouted, "Back off, all of you, or I won’t hesitate to kill her!"

His car was parked nearby, and thanks to the chaotic crowd clogging the amusement park, the road ahead was clear. If he could just reach his vehicle, escape would be easy. Using the hostage as leverage, Qiu Yang slowly backed toward his car.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out his plan, and the two officers behind the leader exchanged urgent glances.

"Captain Lin, what do we do? Let him get away?"

They had spent countless hours tracking Qiu Yang, and just when they thought they had him cornered, he pulled out a gun and took a hostage in broad daylight. This left them paralyzed, unable to act rashly.

"If letting him go ensures the hostage’s safety, then so be it," Captain Lin Junsheng replied, though his voice betrayed his frustration. As much as he hated to admit defeat, the hostage’s life took precedence over everything else.

Just as Qiu Yang opened the car door, a small figure emerged from the crowd, walking steadily toward the gunman.

This unexpected turn stunned everyone, including Qiu Yang himself.

"Captain Lin, what… what’s going on?" one of the officers stammered.

Their first thought was, Where did this child come from? Immediately following was outrage—whose irresponsible parent let their kid wander into such a dangerous situation? Not only was it reckless, but if the child provoked the criminal, both the hostage and the child would be at risk.

The younger officers panicked, and even Captain Lin felt a momentary blankness wash over him.

"Stop right there! Come any closer, and I’ll shoot you dead!" Qiu Yang snarled, his nerves stretched taut as he prepared to flee. Even though the approaching figure was just a child, he remained wary and hostile.

The child, of course, was none other than Yao Yao.

"Uncle, hurting others like this is wrong," she said in a clear, ringing voice that echoed through the tense atmosphere.

To Qiu Yang’s astonishment, the child didn’t stop. Instead, she continued advancing, undeterred.

Her boldness left everyone breathless. Who wouldn’t break into a cold sweat watching a child march fearlessly toward an armed criminal?

"Stop! Didn’t you hear me?!" Qiu Yang growled, infuriated by the audacity of this “ignorant brat.” He glared at her fiercely, intending to intimidate her into submission.

But the moment his gaze met hers, he froze.

Her eyes were like flawless black gemstones, reflecting the faint moonlight with an ethereal beauty. Deep within her pupils, there seemed to be a swirling vortex capable of sucking in one’s very soul.

Without realizing it, Qiu Yang became ensnared. While he felt nothing, those around him witnessed a horrifying sight.

The once defiant and aggressive man now resembled a marionette, his face still tense with suspicion, yet his body involuntarily lowering the gun. It was as though two warring spirits fought for control of his body—an eerie spectacle indeed.

And the cause of this bizarre phenomenon was none other than the diminutive child who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

For a moment, all eyes turned to Yao Yao, filled with shock and disbelief. No matter how hard they racked their brains, none of them could fathom the nature of her mysterious technique!