As the sun sank in the west, Qin Fen and the others rode a cable car toward Chamonix with the assistant. Chairman Zhou had quickly approved the assistant's proposal, and the film crew had come along too. Qin Fen had become the centerpiece of this shoot, and Female Hooligan was a little excited herself.
Golden evening light shone on the snowy mountains. Snow blanketed the landscape below, with clouds and rosy mist billowing around them, as though they had stepped into a dream. The scenery here remained untouched, and nature's beauty was so pure. Sounds traveled back and forth between the mountains, carrying far into the distance.
In a cable car behind them, two men with middle-aged Asian faces quietly watched the car ahead. "The target's up there, right?"
"Yeah. I'm so excited today, so nervous. Another life is about to wither in my hands. Just thinking about it makes me eager!" The eyes of a long-haired young man seemed to glow as he quietly watched Qin Fen through binoculars.
"Hua Yue, how many times have I told you? Restraint, restraint! We're here to work. Can you act normal?" The middle-aged man felt exasperated. His partner this time seemed unreliable. As a gunman who walked the line between life and death, couldn't he act a little colder? What was with this teenage edgelord routine?
"Liu Ergou, aren't you looking forward to it? This client's really splashing out-thirty million US dollars just to kill a chef. He's practically handing us money. What do you think this boss is thinking?" Hua Yue curled his lip. Wasn't Liu Ergou just as excited? When you lived on the edge of a blade, you lived for the thrill. It had been ages since they'd had such an easy job.
Liu Ergou paused. "I have no