Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Tan Ron crossed her arms and asked leisurely, âEven if you want me dead, I should at least die knowing whoâs coming for me. Who hired you to do this?â
These killers were not stupid. They were paid to do things and would not reveal the information of their employer.
âThen I canât tell you. After all, that person gave us a lot of money. We canât expose his identity.â The scar-faced man said, âDonât think too much. Just stand there obediently and let us send you on your way.â
âWait a minute.â Tan Ronâs expression turned extremely cold. âIf I die for no reason, 1â11 definitely become a resentful ghost. Itâs said that resentful ghosts will settle scores with the person who killed them. If I canât find the person who hired the killer, I can only settle scores with you guys.â
One of them was younger and more timid. When he heard that Tan Ron was going to turn into a resentful ghost and look for them, he quickly said to the scar-faced man, âBoss, why donât we tell her the employerâs information? She would be dead anyway. She wonât tell anyone that we told her.â
The scar-faced man slapped him on the head. âWeâre professional killers, not believers. Donât be bewitched by her!â
He raised the silencer again, his face full of excitement. âLittle girl, I canât tell you who the employer is, but I know who can answer your question.â
âWho?â Tan Rou asked subconsciously.
âHehehe, of course itâs the underground King of Hell!â The scar-faced man said as he pulled the trigger.
Tan Rou didnât have time to react. She flew over. Using the strength of the wall, she kicked the scar-faced man to the ground. The gun flew three meters away. The scar-faced man wanted to snatch it, but Tan Rou did not give him the chance. She picked up a bamboo pole from the junk pile beside her and stabbed the gun far away.
âWhat are you waiting for? Hurry up and get her!!â The scar-faced man ordered his underlings to go up.
These underlings were all trained, so they could take a few moves from Tan Rou. In this one minute delay, the scar-faced man had successfully picked up the gun. This time, he didnât aim at Tan Ronâs head. Instead, he fired directly at her, not caring about the few brothers beside her.
Tan Rou caught a glimpse of the gun from the corner of her eye, so she grabbed the groaning underling on the ground and blocked the shot for her.
When the man got shot, he screamed in pain.
âDamn it!â The scar-faced man didnât dare to shoot anymore. Although he had added a silencer to the muzzle, it couldnât stop people from shouting. If he couldnât kill Tan Rou with one shot, he might attract passers-by.
When Tan Rou realized this, she abandoned the screaming man and rushed to the scar-faced man. Before he could react, she slashed his wrist with a knife. The man was in so much pain that he immediately threw away his gun. Tan Rou took the opportunity to grab the pistol and aimed it at the scar-faced man.
âYou want my life? 1 think youâre daydreaming.â Tan Rou smiled contemptuously. âHold your head and squat down, or Iâll blow your head off.â
The scar-faced man was a little scared, but he still braced himself and said, âYou wouldnât kill me. If you did, you have to go to jail.â
âThereâs no one here, and thereâs no surveillance. Who knows if I killed you?â Tan Rou said with a faint smile. Her current expression did not look like a teenage high school student at all. Instead, she looked like a veteran who had killed countless people.
Tan Rou had indeed practiced shooting, but she had only used mobile gadgets during her training. She had never aimed the muzzle at anyone.
The scar-faced man was in trouble today. He had thought that she was a little girl who was easy to rip off. He did not expect her to be so strong. She kicked his gun away and even defeated his men in a few moves.
Was she really a female high school graduate? Wasnât he a hidden martial arts expert? If he had known that she was so powerful, no matter what she said, the scar-faced man would not have accepted this business.
âAs long as you tell me who the employer is, I wonât hurt you.â Tan Rou held the gun and forced the scar-faced man to an open wall. âHold your head and squat down. Donât make me say it for the third time.â
The scar-faced man could only squat down slowly. He wasnât sure if Tan Rou would kill him, but based on the current situation, it was better for him to squat down.
âYou still wouldnât say anything?â Tan Rou sent a message to the police officer she knew and said, âSorry for offending you!â