In a vintage villa in Qianshuiwan, a tranquil retreat designed for convalescence. Jing Zhixia stood in the center of the living room, dressed in a long, white-sleeved gown, her face obscured by a delicate half-mask. She had just finished reading the file her subordinates had compiled on Li Mi, and a sharp, convulsive anger seized her chest. “The head of some destitute village!” Jing Zhixia slammed