"Hurry! Hurry!" The commander finally snapped to attention, and the Japanese soldiers immediately began shouting, chasing fiercely behind. Since the Japanese also had motorcycles, and in 1937 they had a mechanized infantry brigade, the brigade soldiers quickly closed in on Atsuko, who could not drive. High Liang had to step in. He asked Atsuko to hold the baby, while he took the front seat and drove. Ahead lay a small river over 10 meters wide, and with the pursuers gaining ground, Liang quickly accelerated and roared, "Cross!" The motorcycle leapt into the air like a wild stallion. Shaking violently in mid-air, Atsuko was thrown off, but Liang, with a strong arm, caught her waist and held her securely. Atsuko reseated herself on Liang's motorcycle. Good thing—had it not been for Liang's firm grasp, she would have been crushed. With a loud thud, the motorcycle hit the ground, its body bouncing violently on the uneven mountain road. Against the bright back of Highlight, Static's full breasts pressed closely, receiving the most intimate massage as the ride shook. The baby was securely wrapped in a cloth bundle and hung on the strong, capable arms of Highlight, who remained focused and calm, gazing steadily ahead. Static, in turn, unconsciously clung to Highlight's broad waist as the road jolted, her two large breasts constantly drawing nearer, closer, pressing against him, then again. Though the river had initially blocked the Japanese troops from reaching them, and they had believed themselves safe, they soon realized that danger was now right beside them—Japanese soldiers were active everywhere. Highlight's motorcycle came to a stop by the banks of the Yangtze River, where a steamship was moored. Highlight knocked out two patrolling Japanese soldiers, and together with Static, they donned Japanese military uniforms and blended into the ship's crew. This is a commercial ship sailing from Nanjing, China, to Tokyo, Japan, carrying goods transported from China to Tokyo. The cries of the infants revealed the true identities of the two passengers. A Japanese crew member, shouting at Gao Huang, demanded that he produce his identification. Gao Huang couldn't understand Japanese, but Jingzi, speaking fluently, passionately and with emotion, argued her case in a firm, resolute tone. Gao Huang couldn't hear, but he could see—because the crew member looked deeply regretful. At that moment, a group of Japanese soldiers arrived on the shore, shouting at the ship, "Did you see two people with infants fleeing?" After a moment's hesitation, the crew member glanced at Jingzi, who was signaling to him, and immediately denied, "Imperial troops! There's no such thing here! Truly, there isn't! If you don't believe me, come and check!" The Japanese commander promptly ordered his soldiers to search elsewhere. "We're leaving! We'll go to the other side!" At that moment, the boat set sail, and the Japanese soldiers on shore shouted, "Stop! Stop!" Because they had unexpectedly noticed the motorcycle that Gao Liang and Jieko had ridden, as well as the Japanese soldier knocked unconscious by Gao Liang. Yet the boat continued moving. Jieko truly had remarkable abilities—something Gao Liang had never anticipated. She was not merely a quiet, composed woman as she appeared on the surface; in the face of great principles, she dared to do things that Gao Liang himself found impossible. Drawing upon her broad knowledge gained at Tokyo University and speaking with persuasive eloquence, Jieko first convinced the crew member, then won over the others, and most astonishingly, convinced the captain. The captain, deeply moved by Jieko's account and her passionate criticism, expressed strong indignation at Japan's aggressive campaign against China. The baby now became the focus of everyone's attention. "No! We cannot stay in Nanjing! We must go with this boat back to Japan! We must return to Japan!" Although he is a Chinese man, he's just like my own child! I want to make this great Chinese mother rest in peace properly!" The captain's simple words filled Gao Liang and Shizuko with deep joy. Yet, they also felt a bit uneasy. The baby's story was so tragic—after birth, no one knew whether she was Japanese or Chinese. What should they do? Gao Liang came up with a solution: he opened his laptop. Shizuko, who had studied valuable medical knowledge at Tokyo University's Clinical Medical School, carefully drew a small blood sample from the baby. Gao Liang used the laptop to conduct DNA testing and meticulously collected all the data, including the baby's physiological characteristics. Shizuko gave her full cooperation. Moreover, Gao Liang placed the silver necklace—the family heirloom—around the baby's neck, as the mother had wished it to be passed down from generation to generation. The silver necklace is inscribed with the Chinese characters "Hope your son becomes a dragon" and "Hope your daughter becomes a phoenix," symbolizing a Chinese person's ideal. After everything was ready, Gao Liang felt a slight headache, and a clear, refined voice said, "Gao Liang, you have only three seconds left—you must take Jingzi to the deck! The Yue Guang Magic Box space will open automatically for you!" Gao Liang was deeply moved by the voice, which was sweet and gentle, like a gentle breeze that instantly refreshed his spirit. "Ying'er!" he called out spontaneously. However, when Gao Liang pulled Jingzi's hand toward the ship's deck, he did not see Ying'er, but instead saw a series of enormous square boxes, resembling houses, glowing brightly. Jingzi was amazed, her eyes shining with wonder, and Gao Liang quickly pulled her inside. As soon as they entered, the door automatically closed. It had been a long time since the Yue Guang Magic Box space had come to visit. Gao Liang was exceptionally excited, for the Yue Guang Bao Huo space was infinite—both tangible and intangible. Jing Zi was quite unfamiliar with this space and felt curious about everything. By accident, she touched a remote control, which fell to the ground with a soft click. Intrigued, she picked it up, thinking it must be some precious artifact. Upon closer inspection, however, she shook her head—only to find it was just a television remote. Though small and portable, it was quite elegant. Gao Liang reached out to take the Jian Tian Sword he had been practicing with Ying Er, as well as Ying Er’s Bing Po Han Guang Sword, but found he couldn’t pull them out. "Master! You can't take these items with you for now!" a gentle voice came from somewhere. Gao Liang called out Ying Er again, but Ying Er had vanished. On purpose! How delightful! Gao Liang felt a little displeased. Zhang Yu Ping had left, Dong Jiao had left, and now Ying Er was no longer by his side. Even when she occasionally appeared nearby, she was only heard, never seen—deliberately keeping him in suspense! It's been a long time since I've seen my angelic little lass in her pure, fresh, and utterly adorable appearance—thinking back to the tender, intimate scenes between Ying'er, practicing dual cultivation and swordsmanship, High Guang felt a surge of passionate excitement.