Translator: Larbre Studio
Editor: Larbre Studio
Wh–What?
Only a second before he had ordered the death of Quan Jin.
The next second, it was as if the senior officer had heard some startling information; even through the phone, the vice-captain could feel the fear in the officer’s voice.
Who was Quan Jin exactly?
Could have she been more than just the heir of the Quan’s? Catching bullets in the air… and that dismissive arrogance!
Thump!
Quan Jin tossed the phone at the feet of the trembling vice-captain. “Here, tell me, did you see or hear anything just now?” she asked, authoritative and commanding.
The vice-captain and his teammates shook their heads violently and hurriedly crouched in a corner.
Quan Jin glanced at them.
Sitting on a bed board in the prison cell, twirling the red thread on her right wrist around her left index finger, four white spots that were invisible to the regular human eye appeared on the thread.
She couldn’t remember how long it had been since she had last fallen asleep in this body.
The four spots on the red thread represented each life she had left to live.
Three hours before there had been five spots… suddenly, there were only four. She only had four days left to live. Four days!
Damn!
Quan Jin felt like murdering someone: the prophecy of Mo Corporation’s shutdown had taken away one of the lives she had left. There goes another day.
“Captain, wh…what do we do now?”
“Is the Capital really sending their people over?”
“Isn’t she the heir of the Quan’s? Why would they come down personally?”
Listening to the teammate’s excessive questioning, the vice-captain’s anger mounted and he retorted, “Shut up, how would I know!”
Suddenly, the sound of a whirring helicopter landing came from outside the prison. Then…
Bang!
The doors to the prison burst open, and a man around the age of forty appeared.
As he stared more closely at the man’s cold exterior, the pupils of the vice-captain shrank and his jaw almost dropped from the sheer shock.
It was the vice-chairman of the Capital’s Headquarters.
He was really there.
“S..Sir… Why have you personally–” the vice-captain rushed to welcome him, wiping away the cold sweat on his forehead before the vice-chairman could begin to talk..
The official offered him a piercing glare and rushed into the prison, along with a team of men in black, while pulling out his gun.
Bang!
The lock to the cell was shot open.
Under the fearful watch of the vice-captain, the mighty vice-chairman walked up to Quan Jin’s side, standing upright, his legs tightly close.
Then…
… he bowed down, unexpectedly, toward the young girl who was not older than eighteen years.
“All right, all right. Please, stand up. Where is my permit?”
Hearing her disinterested tone, the official slowly raised his head.
A pair of eyes stared closely at Quan Jin as she kept her legs crossed, arms pillowing the back of her head, looking at them with indifference.
“…. Is–is that you?”
The senior officer was visibly agitated, overjoyed, in awe, and fearful.
He muttered, “you, you are finally back–”