An Moxue has officially been targeted by the noble families of Oseri. Some people invite her through friends, some go to the company to try to see her, and some even order her around in a condescending manner. None of them come to her in person, but through the butler or some so-called manager. She is so angry that she laughs.
She said to the manager, "Look, everyone knows I'm from a fallen noble family in Mongolia, what we commonly call a destitute person, and also a helpless orphan. Isn't that the perfect easy target? The easiest to manipulate. I bet some people have already thought that if they marry me, all my assets will be theirs, and no one will hold them accountable even if I die. How wonderful!"
The manager stood in front of his desk, trembling. He had witnessed An Moxue's methods firsthand, so he had severely reprimanded his wife yesterday and personally delivered the gifts back with his own people. He even bought gifts as an apology. Just thinking about it made his heart ache. He was no longer considering offending the nobles. After all, what did offending them matter when it came to life and death?
An Moxue looked at the manager in front of her and asked jokingly, "Didn't your wife give you a hard time when you got home? You're still able to come to work today?"
The manager immediately knelt down. "Chairman, it's all my fault. I've neglected to discipline my wife, which allowed her to accept gifts. Please rest assured, I went with her to return the gifts yesterday and gave her a stern lecture. I promise I won't do it again. Please give me another chance."
An Moxue said casually, "Who told you to kneel! Get up! Remember, when you work for me, you can be tactful, but you also need to have a bottom line and backbone, understand? A man's knees are worth gold, don't kneel easily. If you kneel too much, you'll become a cheapskate and worthless. I think every one of my subordinates is very valuable, especially you, the manager of such a big company."
Having received An Moxue's pardon, the manager stood up tremblingly and said sincerely, "Chairman, don't worry, I've remembered. Is there anything else you need?"
"My guard team will arrive tomorrow afternoon. Go to the airport to pick them up. There will be about a hundred people. Take them all to my manor. Also, see what they need and prepare it for them."
"Yes. Those aristocratic families?" he asked hesitantly.
"Once my guards arrive, I will hold a banquet at the manor. Some people will then naturally understand my attitude."
"yes."
"Also, how's the preparation of the basic materials going?"
"It's being finalized. Chairman, those funds are just sitting in the account. There's still some time left, and it would be a shame not to invest them."
"It's alright, we're not short of money. When it comes to verifying the funds, money moved in temporarily will ultimately be dangerous. This oil well is just a small opening for us to access oil; we have to make choices. Go!"
The manager's mind went from being shocked by the news that the boss was going to bid for the oil well to seeing it as nothing more than a stepping stone. He was becoming somewhat numb to it. Now he was just glad that he had done the right thing and hadn't crossed the chairman's bottom line, and that the chairman was still willing to give him a chance.
That evening, An Moxue was taking a relaxing essential oil bath in her spatial dimension when she noticed something amiss outside. She put on a bathrobe, grabbed a submachine gun, and left the space.
No matter who comes this time, she's going to make a big scene, a huge one.
In the living room, there were five people. They didn't expect that they would be discovered as soon as they arrived at An Moxue's house.
An Moxue didn't give them time to react. She fired a shot, and one person was shot in the groin and fell to the ground.
The gunshot was like a signal, and the other four scattered. Unfortunately, he was fast, but An Moxue was even faster. She knew this house very well. She had anticipated where the remaining four would hide after the first person was shot. So, unsurprisingly, the second person was shot again before he could hide, and it was in his groin. However, this person was shot in his left leg, while the other person was shot in his right leg.
An Moxue stopped attacking and said, "What? You didn't bring any guns? How much do you look down on me?" She held the gun in her hand and swaggered around, turning on all the lights.
In the bright living room, the five robbers had nowhere to hide. Some hid behind the sofa, some hid next to the cabinet, and the remaining three exchanged a glance, then suddenly rushed out.
An Moxue thought the person was rushing towards her, but it turned out they were heading towards the main gate.
An Moxue wasn't about to give them a chance. She fired three bullets in quick succession without even aiming. All three of them, who were almost at the door, were hit in the back of the legs, and all of them were in the groin.
They didn't know that even if the bullets were removed, their legs would be crippled and could never be cured.
Now, all five of them stared at An Moxue in horror. What kind of monster was this woman? Her marksmanship was superb, even surpassing that of ordinary soldiers!
They're just noobs who came here to get themselves killed!
Once they had a clear understanding of their situation, the five of them stopped struggling and stayed put, waiting for An Moxue to decide what to do, hoping that he would call the police and hand them over to the police officers.
"Tell me, who sent you? Don't tell me you're just ordinary thieves, I don't believe it." An Moxue said, putting down her gun, taking out a dagger, and walking towards the man who seemed to have the most backbone.
"Tsk tsk! How pitiful! You've been shot and are still bleeding! Let me remove the bullet for you!" With that, she squatted down and used the hilt of a dagger to tap the man's body a few times, some lightly and some heavily.
Then she started digging out the bullet, saying to herself as she did so, "You don't know if it will hurt without anesthesia?" Then she stuck the dagger into the flesh next to the bullet wound and started stirring it around.
Suddenly, she asked, "Does it hurt?"
The man was in so much pain he almost fainted, but he wouldn't. Large beads of sweat dripped down his face, and his complexion turned from red to pale and then deathly white, but he didn't make a sound. His teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together.
"Wow! You're quite the man. But I wonder what your master will do to you when you return, since you didn't complete your mission. Will he find it troublesome and secretly kill you?"
As An Moxue spoke, she dug into the flesh again, and blood trickled down his face. He couldn't help but cry out in pain.
"ah--"
The sound was so loud that anyone who heard it knew it must be very painful.
Little did he know that An Moxue's initial act of randomly pointing the dagger at him amplified his pain many times over; it would be strange if he had managed to hold back his cries.
An Moxue was still diligently searching for the bullet. "This bullet is a bit deep! I haven't seen it yet. Don't worry, you guys, I'll get it for you after I get it for him. Don't worry, there's a share for you all, so there's no danger to your lives."
The flesh and blood had been shredded, and the people listening to her words felt a chill run down their spines.
One of the men at the door said urgently, "I'll talk! I'll talk! I know!"
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