Madam Shen froze, unable to move.
The man with the sinister smile in front of her smirked, his expression betraying a casual disregard for life and a hint of killing intent.
It seemed as if killing her would be a trivial matter.
She could clearly see his finger slowly pulling the trigger.
Was she going to die here?
Unwilling!
At almost the same instant, Madam Shen's bodyguard lunged, shielding her between himself and the two assassins.
Madam Shen involuntarily fell to the side.
Simultaneously, she let out a piercing scream, "Ah—".
Bang, bang, bang!
Gunshots rang out continuously.
The bodyguard, dragging Madam Shen along, rolled and dodged.
Madam Shen expected to be thrown to the ground and badly injured.
But the anticipated pain never came.
It turned out the bodyguard had deliberately protected her, taking the brunt of the impact himself.
They rolled behind a small car.
Crack, crack!
A harsh sound indicated the car had been hit, sparks flying.
The bodyguard also drew a pistol from his waist and returned fire.
However, his movements were slow; his right arm had been hit and was bleeding profusely.
Suddenly, the bodyguard exclaimed, "No, Yin Yang Shuang Sha!"
He recognized them – this man and woman were the notorious assassin duo, "Yin Yang Shuang Sha."
Their success rate was extremely high, rarely failing.
He exchanged fire with the sinister man, his heart filled with anxiety.
Then, he caught sight of the tall, stout woman rapidly approaching. He shifted his aim and fired.
A shot hit the ground behind her, sending cement fragments flying.
"Click!"
A dry click – the gun was empty.
Without hesitation, the bodyguard hurled his gun at the woman and prepared to pull Madam Shen away.
But the plump woman, with a leap that belied her size, kicked out in mid-air, sending the bodyguard staggering back.
Then, she landed a punch to his lower abdomen.
The bodyguard coughed up blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs.
The tall, stout woman didn't stop. She reached out and grabbed the bodyguard by the neck.
Crack!
The bodyguard's bones snapped.
She tossed his body aside like a rag doll.
Only then did the surrounding people react, screaming and scrambling for cover.
Madam Shen had been flung far away, sustaining scrapes on her legs and arms.
She hadn't clearly heard what the bodyguard had said about "Yin Yang Shuang Sha."
But seeing her bodyguard so easily dispatched, she had no choice but to tremble, her face deathly pale.
The tall, stout woman strode forward.
The sinister man also approached, gun in hand.
Was it over?
Suddenly, she snapped back to reality.
No!
She struggled to her feet and stumbled forward.
Behind her, the sinister man raised his gun again, a cruel smile on his face as he aimed.
Not at a vital spot, but at her beautiful legs.
He enjoyed the torture of killing.
Especially since he was short, and this woman possessed such long, shapely legs.
In a flash, a car screeched to a halt.
Screech!
The car spun sideways and stopped, blocking the path between Yin Yang Shuang Sha and Madam Shen.
"One hundred million!" Song Qiao poked his head out, holding up his index finger.
"Deal!" Madam Shen didn't hesitate. She opened the door and got in.
Even two or three hundred million, she would have paid.
After all, what good was money if she were dead? Would she spend it in the underworld?
This was her lifeline, and she had to grasp it.
Before she could settle in, Song Qiao floored the accelerator.
The tires spun.
Then, the car shot forward like a wild dog unleashed.
Simultaneously, he heard pinging sounds from the side of the car.
No need to ask; bullets were hitting the car body.
Fortunately, Song Qiao had anticipated this. The car weaved in an "S" pattern on the driveway, avoiding direct hits.
What she didn't notice was how smoothly Song Qiao navigated the car through such a tight space without colliding with other vehicles, truly remarkable.
Finally having shaken off the pair, Madam Shen let out a sigh of relief, feeling weak all over and slumping into the passenger seat.
A moment later.
"Aren't you supposed to be skilled? Why did you run?" Now that her body was her own again, Madam Shen couldn't help but chide Song Qiao.
"Why shouldn't I run? If it weren't for that hundred million, I wouldn't have bothered with you," Song Qiao retorted coldly.
Madam Shen: "You only think about money?"
"Yes!"
Madam Shen was so angry she couldn't speak.
However, she wasn't an ordinary person. Putting aside Song Qiao's tone, what he said was indeed true.
Even family members might choose to stand by and watch in such a dangerous situation, saving themselves.
And Song Qiao had saved her from the line of fire, which could be considered chivalrous.
Before she could express her gratitude.
Song Qiao casually added, "That man had an MAC-10 submachine gun. Only a madman wouldn't run..."
A submachine gun, no less.
Madam Shen's anger suddenly subsided.
Looking at Song Qiao's profile, she found him to be not too bad after all.
Except for his obsession with money!
And at this moment, she felt the distance between them had lessened.
He still carried that air of a high-and-mighty CEO.
But when he directed that powerful protective force towards her, it made her feel genuinely good.
A sense of security washed over her.
"Thank you!" she said softly, her voice clear and tinged with a hint of allure.
Song Qiao ignored her, his eyes fixed on the road. "You're welcome. Just send the money!"
This time, she wasn't angry. Instead, she pursed her lips and pouted.
"No problem! I'll transfer it to you shortly!"
Suddenly.
Her eyes twinkled. "Even the most skilled fighter fears a cleaver..."
Song Qiao remained noncommittal to her slightly provocative tone, an attempt to bridge the gap between them.
He paid no mind to her little schemes and wasn't interested in guessing them.
Ordinary people, or those with some status, when facing an assassination attempt, would likely think along similar lines.
It would be about personal safety, increasing security, reporting to the police, and involving official channels.
Of course, Madam Shen, being Korean, could seek assistance from the embassy, lodge complaints with relevant Chinese authorities, and demand appropriate treatment.
After all, they were international guests, important figures from foreign conglomerates, and capable of bringing investment.
But what did any of that have to do with Song Qiao?
He just wanted to say: Madam Shen, send the money!
And it was so fast! He even wondered if he could get involved in a few more such assassinations, making his net worth increase by hundreds of millions instantly.
Of course, the risk was quite high, and he feared his other women might not agree.
Thinking of this, a faint smile touched his lips.
Madam Shen glanced at him, a shiver running down her spine.
Soon, Song Qiao drove out of the narrow passage and onto the main road.
The car sped up again.
Madam Shen suppressed her unease and spoke again: "Those two just now, the 'Yin Yang' something... you seemed very familiar with them? Who are they?"
"Yin Yang Shuang Sha, a formidable duo in the assassin world, big players. Of course, I know them, and I know them very well."
"Ah? Yin Yang Shuang Sha, big players? A-and a formidable duo?" Madam Shen asked, trembling.
Even though she had escaped danger, she was still being pursued by such formidable individuals.
Her highly skilled bodyguard, facing that woman, hadn't lasted even one exchange before losing his life...
Although she mourned her bodyguard's death, her greatest concern was her own fate.