The door to the toilet in the study was opened and then closed again.

Ye Ningwan rolled her eyes, turned around and touched the cabinet behind her. Her hand accidentally touched the base of the World Sanda Championship adult group championship trophy placed in the middle.

The cabinet below opened automatically, revealing a safe inside.

You search high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly.

Ye Ningwan's gaze fell on the safe on the ground, and a smile appeared on her lips.

She crouched down, put her ear close to the safe, pressed it against the safe, and listened carefully to the sound of the mechanisms sliding inside as she turned the combination lock.

Click! Click! Click!

As the keypad slowly rotated, one key was unlocked after another, until only the last number remained.

Click!

Just as Ye Ningwan was about to straighten her upper body, a hard object was suddenly pressed against the back of her head.

Snap.

That was the sound of a gun being cocked, dull and dangerous, capable of piercing a person's life in an instant.

Ye Ningwan glanced at the safe, which was only slightly ajar, with a hint of reluctance. She sighed inwardly, realizing that her luck was indeed not good today.

She squatted in place, her body firmly still, but her hands slowly withdrew from the safe, then slowly raised above her head, clasping her hands behind her head, making a gesture of surrender.

"Stand up slowly!"

A deep, magnetic voice sounded from behind, accompanied by the strong aroma of Cuban cigars emanating from his breath—very pungent, just like the man himself.

That voice was slightly different from Pei Fengzhi's; this person's was more husky and melancholic, like a cello that had weathered many storms.

Ye Ningwan determined that the other person was over 190 cm tall from the arc of the gun pointed at her head, and determined the other person's figure from the width of the shadow. She was almost certain that this person was the person she was going to assassinate this time - Li Mochuan.

Whether it was lucky or unlucky, the cooked duck flew right in front of her, flapping its wings and waiting for her to make her move.

Unfortunately, even though it was just a cooked duck, the opponent was a kung fu roast duck equipped with heavy weapons and whose individual combat ability was several levels higher than its own.

Ye Ningwan's movements were very slow, like a slow-motion scene in a movie, and it took her a very long time to complete the actions instructed by Li Mochuan.

But Li Mochuan was like a very patient hunter, coldly watching Ye Ningwan's back, unhurried and unhurried.

He didn't finish speaking until Ye Ningwan stood up straight.

"Turn around!"

Ye Ningwan didn't say anything, and obediently turned her body slowly.

Just as Li Mochuan was about to see Ye Ningwan's face, Ye Ningwan suddenly squatted down, her long legs sweeping towards Li Mochuan's lower body, while she pulled off the black and white lace Katyusha from her head, covering half of her face.

Li Mochuan, without letting his guard down, fell into Ye Ningwan's trap. He immediately took two steps back and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

A loud gunshot rang out, and a dark bullet hole appeared in the wall covered with soundproofing cotton.

Although Ye Ningwan narrowly avoided the bullet, she still cursed under her breath, her cat-like eyes glaring unhappily at the man holding the gun who was standing in the shadows against the moonlight.

Holy crap!

The next second, Li Mochuan loaded the gun again.

Almost simultaneously, Ye Ningwan rushed towards Li Mochuan. Just as Li Mochuan pulled the trigger again, the golden needle in her hand flew out, heading straight for Pei Fengzhi's wrist and eyes.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless!

A cold glint flashed in the moonlight, and Li Mochuan realized the danger of the woman in front of him, suppressing his slight contempt.

He put away his gun and dodged Ye Ningwan's row of golden needles.

At that moment, Ye Ningwan had already reached Li Mochuan, her slender fingers grasping his hand, trying to snatch the gun from him.

Li Mochuan raised his other hand and forcefully chopped at Ye Ningwan.

Ye Ningwan, however, moved with surprising suppleness, like a nimble snake, and dodged Li Mochuan's downward slash with her upper body in an uncanny posture.

When she realized that she couldn't take Li Mochuan's weapon in the shortest amount of time, she flipped her palm and a dagger appeared in her hand. Without hesitation, she stabbed it hard into the back of Li Mochuan's hand.

Li Mochuan's wrist swerved, and although he wasn't stabbed through the heart by Ye Ningwan's dagger, he still suffered a long cut on his hand.

Ye Ningwan used her other hand to exert force, forcing Li Mochuan to release his grip.

The pistol fell to the ground instantly.

Ye Ningwan kicked the pistol away. The pistol rolled on the ground and eventually slid into a gap under the cabinet. Finding it would be almost impossible given the current standoff between the two.

Li Mochuan frowned, a hint of anger rising on his sharp, cold face under the moonlight.

But he quickly curled his lips into a cold compliment.

"Your kung fu is quite good."

Men are all like this; they only feel a sense of challenge when facing prey of equal strength. The more difficult the prey, the more they crave it.

Ye Ningwan remained silent; she could not give Li Mochuan the opportunity to ascertain her identity through her voiceprint.

She simply smiled her beautiful eyes at Li Mochuan.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled out a gun from his lower back that Li Mochuan felt extremely familiar with and pressed it against Li Mochuan's head.

A clear, crisp male voice rang out from Ye Ningwan's throat.

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