The innkeeper beside her also added, "Yeah! Maybe Anthony was running around everywhere and offended someone from the Greendale Gang, which is why he got..." Before he could finish, Selina suddenly stood up abruptly, ran to the kitchen, grabbed a kitchen knife, and was about to charge outside. She kept muttering, "Greendale Gang! Greendale Gang!" Guinevere was startled by her and snapped back to her senses, quickly lunging forward to wrap her arms around Selina's waist. "Selina! Are you crazy? You can't go!" Selina shouted in grief and anger, "Don't stop me! I have to avenge Anthony!" Seeing this, the innkeeper's wife also rushed over to stop her. "Don't do anything crazy! The Greendale Gang has numbers and power. You can't take them on by yourself!" Selina's eyes were bloodshot. "But they killed Anthony! And they ... they..." Halfway through her words, she couldn't continue. Anthony had been her boyfriend for years, after all. Over these years, they'd been through life and death together. They had more than just love between them—they had the bond of comrades. She could accept him suddenly having a change of heart. She could even accept them going their separate ways. But she couldn't accept him being butchered and served up on a dining table like livestock. Especially since she'd just eaten so much of it. At the thought, Selina dry-heaved a few more times, then straightened up, gasping for breath. She wanted to go to the Greendale Gang to avenge Anthony. Guinevere held onto her tightly, not letting her go. "It's too dangerous, Selina! You can't go!"The innkeeper watched them pulling and tugging at each other like two madwomen and clicked his tongue impatiently. "Who said before that they'd cut all ties with Anthony, and whether he was dead or alive had nothing to do with them?" Guinevere kept nodding beside him. "That's right! Selina, didn't you say you'd never forgive him? Don't go looking for the Greendale Gang. Let's just leave here once the snow stops. Have you forgotten? You still need to go back to Rastopia to find your parents!" She'd just heard what the innkeeper and his wife said. So many foreigners with guns still couldn't get the upper hand against the Greendale Gang. Anthony was a grown man with better fighting skills and strength than them, and he still fell into their hands. If Selina charged over there like this, the outcome was obvious. Of their group of ten, only three of them remained. Now even Anthony was gone. If something happened to Selina too, then she'd truly be all alone. In these chaotic times, a single girl like her, even with some basic self-defense skills, couldn't survive on her own. Although she was also devastated about what happened to Anthony, she didn't want to seek revenge. She just wanted to go home and find her parents. So she held onto Selina desperately, tears streaming down her face. "Selina, I'm begging you, please calm down!" But Selina couldn't calm down at all. Death had a way of filtering memories. When someone you once loved deeply was alive, you might truly grow to resent each other and part ways forever. But once they died, all the old grudges and resentments vanished in an instant. Your mind only remembered the beautiful memories you once shared, layer upon layer of recollections that were impossible to forget.The temperature had dropped considerably by now. Selina shivered, tears flowing uncontrollably. She couldn't help wondering if Anthony had felt cold when he died too. She shouldn't have fought with him. Maybe then he wouldn't have run out in the middle of the night. What did love matter anyway? So what if he'd developed feelings for another woman? No one could guarantee they'd love someone forever. As long as he was still alive, that would be enough. Selina let out two loud sobs, then suddenly wrenched herself free, instantly breaking free from Guinevere and running toward the door. Guinevere was startled and quickly turned her head, pleading with Natalie, the calmest person in the room. "Please! Stop her!" Natalie hadn't expected her to ask for her help. Hadn't this girl always seen her as a villain? Who asks the bad guy for help? Though it was strange, she still offered a word of comfort. "Don't worry. She won't find it." "Huh?" Guinevere was stunned. Won't find what? Won't find the Greendale Gang? How could she not find them? The gang was famous, and it was close by. The innkeeper said it was only three to five minutes away. It must be easy to find. Selina had already reached the front door and quickly unlocked it before rushing out. As she opened the door, a blast of frigid wind instantly poured in from outside.Everyone present shivered. Natalie pulled a thermometer from her coat pocket and walked leisurely to the doorway, extending it outside to take a reading. The thermometer's numbers visibly plummeted before stopping at -58°F. Natalie pulled her coat tighter. "It dropped to -58°F already?" The innkeeper behind her immediately ran over and slammed the wide-open door shut, complaining. "This is killing me! In weather this cold, opening the door lets all the heat escape!" Guinevere stood frozen in place, looking at Natalie by the door in confusion. She suddenly didn't know what she should do now and could only look toward the person she considered the strongest in the room.