Chapter 32.2

When she opened her eyes, she was in a small room with a bottle of red wine in her hand and a cart in front of her. She looked down to find herself wearing a white shirt, a black vest, and a matching skirt. The skirt was narrow and tightly wrapped around her hips and waist, while the collar of the white shirt was adorned with a bow tie – a very standard waitress uniform.

“Yanyan, Yanyan, are you ready?” inquired the invisible headset hidden in her ear.

She activated the preloaded information about the world.

The ‘Han Yanyan’ of this world turned out to be a policewoman undercover as a waitress at this club. She was now pushing this dining cart into Room 812 to deliver the guests their drinks. And one of those guests, unsurprisingly, was the mission goal of this world, Yao Chen, K City’s crime lord.

This big boss straddled the line between black and white, owning both ostensibly legitimate businesses and shady industries such as drug trafficking, pornography and gambling. The underground businesses comprised the bulk of his income, while those legitimate ones in the light laundered money for the ones underground.

Having browsed through all the preloaded information, Han Yanyan had a clear picture of Yao Chen’s character setting.

He was a villain.

Yes indeed, a villain.

No matter what his past might have contained, difficulties he might have undergone, whether or not he loved his family or wife or children tenderly, or how loyal he was to his friends, the things he had done was enough to send him to the eighteenth level of hell.

This was her target. How wonderful!

In a good mood, Han Yanyan bent her head slightly and said to the microphone hidden in her collar, “I’m entering now.”

Her lips turned up, she hummed a little ditty as her exquisite hips swayed, pushing the dining car out of the prep room and into Room 812. She was in such a great mood that when she saw the two bodyguards standing at the door, she gave the more handsome of the two a wink.

Her ability to flirt had been inherited from Eldest Miss Han Yanyan.

Although the two bodyguards were dressed neatly in black suits, they were obviously men who were rough around the edges. One of them eyed her up and down as they opened the door of the private room for her.

As soon as the door opened, Han Yanyan stopped humming and flirting. She let a professional smile fall over her face and pushed the dining cart in politely.

The private room was dim, but devoid of debauchery. A dozen men were gathered there with not a woman in sight. There were two distinct groups of men represented, some of them standing, their bodies tightly wound, and some sitting, pretending to be relaxed and casual but in reality staring at each other with sharp eyes.

There are only two people who were truly relaxed in the room, Yao Chen and his business partner. The other was a dark-skinned man whose facial features immediately pegged him as a foreigner, and because the contrast between them was so sharp, Han Yanyan didn’t even have to look around to know who was Yao Chen.

In fact, as soon as she walked into the room she had known he was her target. Here was another man whose aura could not be ignored. When Han Yanyan pushed the cart in, he looked up and glanced at her. His eyes on her were like a blade run lightly across the back, making anyone shiver.

Han Yanyan acted honest, lowered her eyes, and didn’t even look at Yao Chen. She stopped the cart, took the red wine out from its ice bucket in a professional manner, picked up the napkin beside it, and drew a gun with a smile on her face, as naturally as if it were a corkscrew.

She raised her hand and shot Yao Chen.

Ah, how delightful it was to be facing a wicked man!

There was no psychological burden at all. Unlike with Qiao Chengyu, knowing that sooner or later she would have to break faith with him, when every minute of the day was a race against the world’s time, a fight for every sunrise and sunset.

The whole time she murdered Yao Chen, Han Yanyan had a smile on her face.

Killing was easy once you had been through the apocalypse. The current Han Yanyan not only had the decisiveness of the apocalyptic world, but also the the superb marksmanship of ‘Policewoman Han Yanyan’ in this one. Her bullet was headed right between Yao Chen’s eyes, a shot that would surely be fatal.

No one could react. Time in the private room stood still, like a movie stunt’s ‘bullet time’.

Han Yanyan watched the bullet leave her gun barrel, slowly tearing through the air, leaving behind ripples, rushing toward Yao Chen’s forehead. All the people around her were frozen in the background of this ‘bullet time’.

As the bullet flew from the gun and cut through the air, she was in a joyful mood.

When thrown into ‘quick transmigration’, she was helpless. When forcefully separated from Qiao Chengyu, she was helpless.

Now, at last, here was something she could do to thwart Leo, that creep! How could it be anything but delightful?!

Han Yanyan’s eyes chased after the bullet and turned to Yao Chen. She hadn’t had time to have a good look at the man, and she had no interest in doing so. Her eyes slid right from the muzzle to between his eyes, where she expected the bullet to hit. At such close range, his head might even explode.

That was alright, even if it didn’t explode completely, at least a partial explosion would be nice. Actual gunshot wounds were not small bloody holes like in the movies, but far more horrifying.

And the more horrifying it would be, the happier Han Yanyan was.

While in this pleasant mood, she saw Yao Chen lift his eyes.

In ‘bullet time’ when everyone was still, Yao Chen, her mission target, had looked up. The first thing his eyes fell on was the flying bullet. It seemed to encounter an invisible barrier beyond which the air could no longer be penetrated, but which instead became like a soft, tough shield, holding it in place and preventing it from moving any further!

Han Yan’s breathing stilled.

Yao Chen’s eyes continued to lift, over the bullet, and onto her.