Shen Yi stood in place, her fingers clenching and unclenching.
Blood was slowly dripping down, gleaming with a dark red hue under the lights.
An uncontrollable look of shock washed over her face; she truly hadn't expected Shen Sigui to strike so quickly.
"Do you always act so fast, boss?" Shen Yi looked at him as if seeing him for the first time.
Before, she had thought of him as a mushroom growing in a dark corner. Gloomy, but harmless.
Until this very moment.
The almost contemptuous look on his face when he fired the gun made Shen Yi realize clearly: no matter how good-tempered Shen Sigui usually seemed, he was a standard superior. Anyone's life was equally insignificant in his eyes.
Shen Yi couldn't even help but use a subordinate's title to address him.
Shen Sigui tossed the gun to a subordinate behind him. He raised his eyes to look at her, his expression heavily shadowed with gloom, and said coldly, "You couldn't win the argument against her anyway."
He could only stand by and watch anxiously.
In the situation just now, Song Yi's lips were moving as fast as a barrage of bullets, yet Shen Yi hadn't uttered a single word.
"Let's go."
He turned around, his black trench coat fluttering slightly. His hand fell on Shen Yi's shoulder, naturally guiding her away.
"Stop looking."
According to their family's tradition, there was nothing a barrage of bullets couldn't solve. If there was, two barrages would do the trick.
Bickering with people was the most exhausting waste of energy.
"I don't understand. With death staring her in the face, how could she still talk so much?" His footsteps paused slightly as he turned his face to the side, looking exceptionally baffled.
The key point was that Shen Yi had actually been left speechless by that girl.
Truly a marvel.
"I don't know," Shen Yi listened, distracted for a moment before pondering. "The classmates around me all love to run their mouths."
Perhaps it was because of their standpoints?
The protagonists' mouths always played a crucial role at critical moments.
Maybe they could even use the charm of their words to persuade a few people to abandon evil and turn to the good.
Thinking of this, Shen Yi felt a wave of discomfort.
It wasn't that she had been rendered speechless by the insults at the time; it was just that before her retort could fully form in her mind, Shen Sigui had forcefully put a period on the conversation for her.
Now, seeing the person who had been entangled with her for two lifetimes die right in front of her without any warning, Shen Yi couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
She was actually killed.
When she was younger and less mature, she had imagined many scenarios of their confrontation.
In her many past imaginations, the worst-case scenario was just Song Yi being kicked out of the house.
But she truly hadn't expected a version as hardcore as the one before her eyes.
The other party's life had just come to an abrupt end.
Shen Sigui chose a good vantage point, looking down from above to admire the chaotic movements of the people coming and going below.
Leaning against the railing, his posture was as leisurely as if he were inspecting his own territory.
"Xiao Yi, I'm not too interested in your past, and I didn't plan to interfere with whatever grudges you two had." Shen Sigui had no interest in digging into people's secrets. However, seeing her dazed look, he felt a bit frustrated by her lack of ruthlessness and decided to use his authority as her boss to twist her moral compass a little. "I only look at the present."
The night breeze blew his words around, making them sound somewhat light and airy.
"Let me ask you, are you happy that she's dead?"
There was no denying it; Shen Yi was indeed happy.
"I'm happy," she answered.
Shen Sigui smiled faintly. "Then her death had value. That's called dying for a worthy cause."
Shen Yi: "..."
She suspected that the mandatory reading for the Shen family from childhood was How to Become a Villain.
Shen Sigui ignored her speechless expression. He pulled his phone from his pocket, glanced at it, and suddenly frowned.
"We're doomed," he said out of the blue.
"What's wrong?"
"Your mother called over a dozen times."
Shen Yi's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly took out her own phone.
Black screen.
It was out of battery.
She looked up at Shen Sigui, who was also looking down at the long list of missed calls on his phone. The expressions on their faces were surprisingly identical: Things were looking bad.
Wen Ya had been called in at the last minute to help her daughter. She hadn't been an assassin for many years.
Growing flowers, cooking, and chatting and gossiping with the neighbors next door, those days of cleanly and efficiently taking people's lives felt like something from a past life.
Suddenly returning to this familiar, chaotic environment made Wen Ya a bit impatient.
Ever since she arrived inside Heguang, she had already called Shen Yi and Shen Sigui over a dozen times.
However, neither of them had answered her calls.
Wen Ya had to patiently search for her daughter among a crowd of organization members.
"Have you seen my daughter? She's about fifteen years old, this tall."
She casually gestured with her hands, patiently asking the passing members.
Wen Ya had fought her way from Area A all the way to Area C just like this.
At first, no one bothered to answer her questions. It wasn't until she slapped a filing clerk so hard he spun like a top that even the most rebellious assassins fell in line.
She asked several people in a row, but none of them knew anything.
This made Wen Ya feel a bit anxious.
Inside the Heguang organization, there were countless doors leading to various places, and Wen Ya checked them one by one.
When she grabbed the handle of one door, she found it locked from the inside.
She frowned slightly, applied force to her wrist, and the entire door, along with its frame, crashed inward.
"..."
The filing clerks behind her looked at her as if they had seen a ghost.
A young lad's jaw dropped, and he nearly dropped the gun in his hand.
That door weighed at least three hundred pounds and was welded to the steel frame with heavy hinges.
Yet she had just pulled it down with her bare hands.
The moment Wen Ya forcefully tore the door open, a bullet flew out from the shadows.
She easily tilted her head, dodging the fatal bullet.
A second shot followed closely.
The shooter was hiding behind cover at the very back of the room, exposing only half a head and a section of the gun barrel. The position was well-chosen, and the shooting angle was tricky.
Wen Ya's expression remained unchanged as she weaved through the barrage of bullets.
As she drew closer, the shooter finally got a clear look at this woman's face.
Cold sweat rolled down his forehead. He was astonished to find that his superb marksmanship had been reduced to merely tracing the outline of this woman's body.
All the bullets barely grazed the hem of her clothes, embedding themselves into the fallen door behind her and sending wood chips flying.
Wen Ya walked right up to him and said in a slow, gentle voice, "After all these years, why are you people from Heguang still so impulsive?"
The man wanted to retreat, wanted to fire another shot, but Wen Ya had already reached out and clamped down on his wrist. Her other hand wrapped around the back of his neck. Her movements were gentle, without any violent motion, just an incredibly faint crack.
The man's eyes widened, and he collapsed silently to the ground.
Having casually snapped his neck, Wen Ya continued her somewhat anxious search for her daughter.
"Have you seen my daughter?"
She stopped a filing member.
The man shook his head frantically, his face completely pale.
She turned to the next person, who also shook their head.
She asked five or six people in a row, and all they did was shake their heads.
The filing staff were so terrified by her questions that their hair stood on end; they wished they could shake their heads right off to prove they truly didn't know.
"I know about a girl."
A trembling voice rang out.
Wen Ya turned her head.
It was a filing assassin, looking to be in his early twenties, very young. "I, I saw a girl over in Area C. She looked about fifteen or sixteen. I don't know if she's your daughter..."
Wen Ya's eyes instantly lit up.
The way she smiled was like night and day compared to the ruthless killer from moments ago. With her eyes curved into crescents, she said, "Thanks~"
After getting the exact location, Wen Ya turned on her heel and left.
She had an impeccable sense of direction, effortlessly bypassing the active firefight zones and heading straight for Sector C.
Along the way, she ran into a few foolish He Guang members who tried to block her path.
Wen Ya could not even be bothered to waste her breath.
Three seconds later, three more bodies lay motionless in the hallway.
When Wen Ya arrived, she saw a few people taking cover behind barricades, completely surrounded by He Guang's men.
Iris felt absolutely cursed today.
She had just been casually wandering around looking for useful supplies, only to stumble right into an entire He Guang squad.
There were at least seven or eight of them, and they had completely pinned her down in this area.
Left with no choice, she hid behind cover and used her walkie-talkie to call the others for backup.
However, instead of her teammates arriving, she faintly caught sight of a woman in a beige knit cardigan barging right into the fray.
