Elder Mie Yu glanced out the window, "Young Prince, someone is aiming a weapon at you."
"I know," Song Yan Ning picked up her drink and took a sip, smiling indifferently. As a Cultivator, was she to be taken down by an ordinary human?
"Is it Han Shengmei who sent them?" Elder Mie Yu speculated. In Korea, the one with the biggest grievance against the Young Prince was only Han Shengmei.
"Mhmm," Song Yan Ning nodded.
"What does the Young Prince plan to do? Do you want me to take her out?" Killing intent flashed in Elder Mie Yu’s eyes. That arrogant girl Han Shengmei, if she were not the daughter of Han Jinhe, would have been dealt with a long time ago.
"I’ll do it myself." The smile on Song Yan Ning’s face slowly faded, turning icy cold. She had already warned Han Shengmei. If she didn’t cherish the opportunity, who else could she blame?
Han Shengmei’s hand trembled slightly while she was applying nail polish; she felt an inexplicable chill. Looking at her fingernails, she frowned and threw the nail polish into the trash bin.
After some thought, she picked up her phone and sent out a message. She felt uneasy, unsure if it was because of Song Yan Ning. However, reminded that she had hired the world’s top assassin, the chances of Song Yan Ning escaping were next to zero; her heart gradually settled. Now, she just needed to wait for the news.
Song Yan Ning and Elder Mie Yu chatted sporadically, paying no mind to the person lurking in the shadows waiting for an opportunity to strike. If they had to be concerned about such petty characters, then they might as well not return to the Demon World.
The assassin hidden in the darkness adjusted the weapon in his hand, and after making sure it was aimed at Song Yan Ning, he pulled the trigger. His employer had promised him a million dollars if he could take out Song Yan Ning.
With a wave of her hand, Song Yan Ning altered the bullet’s course, which had been flying towards her.
The assassin’s smug smile had not yet faded when he felt a pain in his forehead, and then he collapsed without consciousness, a twisted smile still lingering on his face—a bizarre sight.
It didn’t take long for someone to discover the dead assassin and call the police.
Before long, the café was surrounded by onlookers, and police cars arrived rapidly at the scene.
Han Shengmei received a call from Zhang Dongyi, disbelief written all over her face, "How could this happen?" Not only had her attempt to assassinate Song Yan Ning failed, but the assassin had also been killed by his own bullet. He was a top-level professional; how could such a mistake occur?
"I’m not sure of the details either, we’ll have to wait for the findings of the police investigation," Zhang Dongyi said. He couldn’t believe the news when he first heard it, but the reality was incontestable.
"Cousin, do you have anyone else at your disposal?" Han Shengmei was not content with failing to eliminate Song Yan Ning.
"Sheng Mei, let’s hold off on this matter for now, we can talk about it in a couple of days," Zhang Dongyi wasn’t unwilling to help Sheng Mei; he would do anything to make her happy, even eliminating Song Yan Ning. But this matter felt too strange to him. A world-class assassin with zero failures, killed by his own bullet—this story, if told, would hardly be believed by anyone.
"Cousin, I know you like me. Just help me with this, and I will be yours from now on," Han Shengmei said.
"You’re not joking, are you?" Zhang Dongyi frowned. He did like Sheng Mei, but he preferred her to be with him out of affection, not as a trade-off.
"Would I joke about something ?" As long as she could eliminate Song Yan Ning, she was willing to do anything.