Chapter 4763
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"Boss … Are you okay?"
Three minutes later, two men in their twenties arrived. They were thin and weak men.
They were Lu Yan's subordinates and had followed her since she left West Point Military Academy.
"I'm fine. The bodies were melted with liquid. Clean this place up. Don't leave any trouble for the owner."
"Yes, Boss."
Lu Yan stood up and walked out. She didn't forget to pick up the transparent umbrella.
After cleaning up the mess, Lu Yan's mood wasn't affected at all.
She and her two subordinates found a small restaurant that served rice noodles.
The restaurant in Jiangnan was beautifully decorated like a martial arts inn in ancient times.
"What would you like to eat?"
"Three servings of plain rice noodles and three bottles of beer."
"Okay. Please wait a moment."
"Boss, don't drink beer …" one of her subordinates suggested out of kindness.
"Don't you think it's better to drink beer in this weather?" The girl stuck out her tongue playfully.
This was a face that could cause the downfall of a city.
Red lips and white teeth, if there was a talent scout at this moment.
If there was a talent scout, he or she would come over and ask for her contact information without hesitation.
In this era where cosmetic surgery was the norm, such a natural face was hard to come by.
Some people said she had the face of a Hong Kong movie star in the 70s and 80s.
Some people said she had the most seductive oriental face.
Some people even said she looked like the teenage Hong Kong star Li Zi.
She smiled with dimples and swayed gracefully.
When Lu Yan smiled, no one could resist her charm.
But such a girl was in the business of killing people.
Two years ago, she graduated from West Point Military Academy with insane grades.
She killed three senior instructors who wanted to violate her and more than a dozen European and American classmates. Then, she escaped from the academy with a few Asian classmates.
Then, she set up a mercenary group and began to kill people all over the world.
Of course, most of the people she killed were heinous terrorists or triad leaders.
Or high-ranking officials of internal strife. In one year, she became the most wanted criminal in Interpol. Her code name was Second Miss.
Why was she called Second Miss?
It was said that Lu Yan had an older sister, but no one had seen her.
"Boss, when are we leaving?"
"What's the rush? Are you done?" Lu Yan lowered her head and looked at the dense password messages on her watch.
"No, I feel like we've been here for too long. It's not safe … There have been seven groups of assassins in the past few days."
"But I haven't stayed long enough … Don't you think the rice noodles here are delicious?"
Lu Yan looked up. Her big, innocent eyes could make anyone's heart flutter.
The two subordinates were speechless.
Actually, the unspoken words in their hearts were, "Alright, you're the boss, you call the shots."
At this moment, Lu Yan's watch rang.
She glanced at the phone and picked it up casually.
"Little Yan, where are you?" The illusory image on the other end of the phone was that of a white-haired young man in a Russian military uniform.
"In China." Lu Yan lowered her head.
"When are you coming to Russia?"
"If there's no business, why would I go to Russia? I'd be starving … To see the snowy plains of Siberia with you," Lu Yan teased.
But the young man wasn't angry.
"I want to celebrate your birthday with you. I've already customized a gift."
"You don't have to give me a gift. Just transfer 50 million to my account number."
The other end of the phone was silent.
The two subordinates almost laughed out loud. Only their boss was so thick-skinned that she dared to extort money from Young Master Qiao.
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