Victory in One Shot, Sister Huo Becomes a Legend
"Is he Black Caesar?"
Li Zeyuan asked.
As Ye Huo steadied her rifle, she said, "Yes, he's the one I'm battling. I warned him not to touch my people! He wouldn't listen, so he'll have to pay for it!"
With that, the girl darted away with an imposing air, swiftly giving chase.
In her hands was the latest model QBU250 sniper tranquilizer rifle.
It was a high-precision sniper rifle equipped with a night-vision scope, which also had a tactical rail.
A suppressor was mounted on the muzzle.
In other words, a silencer.
Holding the QBU250 sniper rifle, she expertly chambered a round, braced it, and pursued him onto the rooftop.
She watched the dark figure use a rope to swing onto another building, preparing to escape.
She adjusted the muzzle and aimed at the target as he moved farther away.
Taking the bullet's speed and caliber into account, she adjusted her position and calculated the distance. With a bang, the bullet burst from the barrel.
Like an arrow loosed from a bow, it struck the target with tremendous acceleration.
The bullet pierced Black Caesar's back, and the anesthetic entered his bloodstream in an instant.
His pupils contracted, and he fell straight down. He had been just a little short of escaping.
He hadn't expected to fall into Ye Huo's hands after all.
"Sir, the security guards downstairs have all been knocked out. Are you all right?"
His subordinate Mu Lan hurried up with a large group of bodyguards to provide backup.
Li Zeyuan said nothing and went straight up to the roof.
He draped the suit jacket he was holding over the girl's shoulders and asked, "Where's the assassin?"
"He's been anesthetized."
Ye Huo stared in the direction she had fired and spoke without mercy.
"Sir, she's..."
Mu Lan had ten thousand questions in his mind.
He had clearly stationed men at every entrance downstairs; not even a fly could have gotten in.
Where had this girl come from?
"Go to the building across the way and bring him back," Li Zeyuan ordered the men in black.
Mu Lan immediately took some men to the opposite building and brought Black Caesar back.
Black Caesar had been anesthetized!
Ye Huo took out a green pen, drew a turtle on his face, and wrote a string of letters on his forehead-Loser.
Using Sister Huo's account, she uploaded a photo of Black Caesar's scribbled-on face to the Mercenary King Website.
At two in the morning, the entire website erupted.
"What? The queen ranked number one in mercenary history actually caught Boss Black Caesar!"
"Hahahahaha, she even scribbled all over Black Caesar's face. He looks like a clown! That's so funny!"
"She really lives up to her reputation! Sister Huo is amazing!"
"She's incredible! She really does what she says! She only just posted about battling the big shot, and she's already beaten him! Is she a god?!"
The entire underground mercenary circle exploded.
Her victory over Black Caesar further proved the mercenary queen's strength.
Everyone was full of admiration.
After Ye Huo finished all this, she had Li Zeyuan's men send Black Caesar to prison.
Li Zeyuan stood there stunned.
How could a twenty-year-old girl have such boldness?
She didn't look afraid at all.
Just how strong was she? Probably no one could guess.
Ye Huo looked at the blood on her hands and thought back to the years she had spent fighting abroad. She had been the youngest and finest ace agent on the entire mercenary battlefield.
Black Caesar had never stood a chance!
For the sake of their shared profession, she had spared his life and let him spend his remaining years in peace behind bars.
Under cover of the darkness outside, the girl quickly put her rifle away, picked up her long saber and slipped it onto her back, then prepared to leave.
Li Zeyuan suddenly reached out and grabbed her.
"Do you want to die?"
A hint of killing intent shone in Ye Huo's half-lidded eyes.
She didn't like being touched.
Especially by men. Any man who touched her had to die!
"Wait, I'll help you clean your hands."
Li Zeyuan had noticed the blood on the girl's hands.
She had killed people. If she went back like this, her family would surely panic.
Ye Huo looked at her hands, then at the bloodstains on her clothes.
She nodded and followed the man into the brightly lit presidential suite.
The girl sat expressionlessly on the sofa, watching as the man carefully wiped the blood from her hands with a towel and hand soap.
Li Zeyuan cleaned her slender, fair fingers and had someone bring her a clean black uniform. "Take a shower and change out of those clothes before you go back!"
Ye Huo had initially wanted to refuse, but she glanced at the blood splattered on her clothes.
She hesitated, not wanting to bring the smell of blood back to that warm home.
Without further ceremony, she accepted the clothes the man had prepared for her and went into the bathroom.
She turned on the shower and washed herself beneath the rushing water.
Mu Lan watched from the side, dumbstruck. His CEO was an extreme clean freak.
The restroom and bathroom were private spaces, and he absolutely would not allow anyone to touch them.
Yet, unexpectedly, he had let that young girl go in and take a shower.
Li Zeyuan had someone prepare fifty million in cash and bring it over.
Mu Lan immediately went to take care of it.
After her shower, Ye Huo changed into the black uniform, dried her hair, put on her mask, and came out.
She saw the money, guns, and her long saber on the table and asked, "What's this for?"
"They're for you."
Li Zeyuan was over 1.9 meters tall. Dressed in simple black loungewear, he sat upright on the sofa, his presence imposing.
His features were refined, and his contours were as perfectly defined as if carved with a blade.
He looked like an overbearing CEO who had stepped out of a comic book, exceptionally handsome.
In terms of looks, he was even more handsome than her own second brother.
He handed Ye Huo the silver suitcase full of money.
Ye Huo accepted the suitcase without any ceremony, picked up her equipment, and prepared to leave.
"The room's password is 6688. Come find me here whenever you need me."
Li Zeyuan's voice was deep and magnetic, like a cello with fine strings, soothing to hear.
"Are you trying to seduce me with your looks, Yuanyuan?"
Ye Huo narrowed her eyes slightly and spoke in a teasing tone.
Li Zeyuan was taken aback. "..."
No girl had ever been so bold as to call him Yuanyuan. Such a cute form of address had only been used by his mother when he was little.
After so many years, he had almost forgotten the nickname.
"Mm, I'll be waiting for you here. Come by whenever you miss me."
Li Zeyuan's eyes darkened slightly, and he spoke slowly.
Ye Huo checked the time. It was already very late; if she didn't go back soon, she would be discovered.
She stopped joking, her face turning cold and solemn. Carrying the suitcase full of red banknotes and all her equipment, she left in the elevator with effortless flair.
Li Zeyuan watched her leave. For a long time, an indescribable feeling lingered in his eyes.
Although the girl had never taken off her mask, he had still recognized her.
She was the fourth child of the Ye family-Ye Huo.
The Ye family's precious girl was truly interesting!