A ssic Porsche 911 sped down the country road, its roof retracted, and came to a halt beside the remnants of an old farm.


    The driver was a middle-aged Asian man appearing to be in his thirties, while the passenger, seated beside him, was a striking Asian woman who also seemed to be in her thirties.


    After the vehicle came to a stop, the driver gazed at the charred remains of the ruins, sighed, and remarked with frustration, “The British Lord has such a quick temper. If it weren’t for the old man insisting on blowing up the scout who arrived to investigate, this ce wouldn’t be in ruins. Now it’s nearly turned to ash—what more clues can we uncover?”


    The woman in the passenger seat smirked slightly, “After all these years serving the Lord of Ennd, you still don’t grasp his temperament? Lin Wan’er (ni) left those eight words not just to mock him, but to signal that the ring is no longer with her. That’s what angers him most! The ring is what he truly desires, and losing it means that even if we find Lin Wan’er (ni), we might never retrieve that ring!”


    “Sigh…” The man looked disheartened. “There are no leads here, and the ring is lost. I really wish I didn’t have toe out to this muddy mess. With this time, I could be honing my skills in seclusion. Willie’s mastery of spiritual energy has advanced significantly; if I don’t put in the effort, I’ll fall even further behind!” The woman replied nonchntly, “<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    If you’re not keen oning, why not let Uncle Willie handle it alone? I’m toozy to take the lead…”


    She then added with a hint of frustration, “But who told Willie to be in China? The British Lord recently spected that Lin Wan’er (ni) might not actually be in China—it’s possible she could be in the Far East of Russia or near the Arctic Circle in North America. That’s why he sent her to China.” She continued, “So here we are in Northern Europe tracing the origins, trying to gather intel for Willie.”


    The man stretched and sighed, “You’re still as clever as ever, Zhongyongbo. They say he went to New York to investigate the failure of thest attack on Anjia, but in reality, he’s probably just rxing at Huahua World in New York, while we’re left to do the legwork.”


    He gestured towards the burnt remnants and added with annoyance, “Investigate, investigate. But look at this ce—what more is there to investigate?”


    The woman crossed her arms and replied, “Since the Lord has given us orders, we have to follow through.”


    She sighed and proposed, “Alright, Uncle Jiangong, we have two options now: either we find out how Lin Wan’er (ni) departed Northern Europe, or we uncover the fate of Xiao Qiwei (Bertrand), who vanished here. Let’s split the tasks—I’ll be generous and let you choose first.”


    The driver, Jiangong Bo, one of the four Earls of the Qing Dynasty, whose real name is Ou Bojun, pondered for a moment.


    Ou Bojun tapped the steering wheel, grinning as he said, “Ladies first! You choose first, Uncle Dingyuan!”


    As he spoke, he couldn’t resist adding a yful jab, “By the way, if Uncle Dingyuan ever bes Marquis Dingyuan or Duke Dingyuan in the future, don’t forget about Oumou!”<fn7912> Content originallyes from Find_Novel(.</fn7912>


    The woman in the passenger seat, Uncle Dingyuan among the four Earls, was Yun Ruge. Despite being a woman, Yun Ruge was exceptionally strong and had fought valiantly for the British Lord in the past, earning her the title of Uncle Dingyuan, making her the sole female among the four counts.<h3 ss="has-text-align-center wp-block-heading" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>