Chapter 2: Manjusaka
More than ten hours passed in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Feng Xue stepped on the motherland's land and took a deep breath.
China, I'm back.
She walked leisurely with a small suitcase in tow, her parents should have sent someone to pick her up.
The girl's cold and elegant temperament stood out in the crowd, and many people at the airport couldn't help but cast their eyes on her, almost everyone unable to move their gaze away from her exquisite and perfect face.
In this era where cosmetics and plastic surgery are prevalent worldwide, there are many beautiful women, but few have a face as exquisite as the girl in front of me, whose beauty is truly breathtaking.
Even if she wears the simplest clothes, her every move exudes elegance and nobility, with a hint of coldness in her eyebrows and eyes, and a single frown or smile can captivate one's soul.
In front of her, a dozen bodyguards stood in a row. The middle-aged man at the head, with a respectful expression and a hint of kindness in his eyes, bowed his head and said to her: "Young lady, let's return home."
Seeing several bodyguards behind him, Xiao Fengxue's mouth twitched: "Uncle Wu, why did you bring so many people over?"
"It's the chairman's orders."
She rubbed her forehead, "OK, then you don't have to follow, just stay at the villa."
"May..."
"Wu Shu, I'll personally tell Dad about this matter." She interrupted his words, understanding both Wu Shu and her father's thoughts, but she was no longer the weak little princess she once was: "Didn't Dad give me a car? Take me to get it."
Wu Shu opened his mouth, saw her stubbornness, and finally nodded, bowed to Xiao Fengxue, and made a please gesture, "Miss, please."
A spacious underground parking lot with several security guards standing nearby, fully equipped facilities, and a clean floor with many luxury cars parked, such as Audi, Mercedes-Benz, and BMW, it is clear that the cars parked in this parking lot are all owned by wealthy people.
Among the many luxury cars, a bright red convertible sports car stood out particularly, distinguishing itself from the rest. The bold and fiery red color, unique exterior design, every detail of the body was perfect to the extreme, Xiao Fengxue recognized at a glance that this was Ferrari's model.
She smiled slightly, feeling a warmth in her heart. She had seen this car in a magazine just the other day and was thinking about when she could get one to play with, but didn't expect her father to get it for her so soon. A father knows his daughter best after all.
She abruptly threw the suitcase to the bodyguard beside her, stepped on the accelerator, took out a huge pair of sunglasses from her bag and directly covered half of her face. Starting the sports car, whoosh, in just a few blinks of an eye, she disappeared at the end of the street corner.
Stepping on the gas pedal, sitting in a fiery red sports car, high-profile to the extreme, shuttling between various lanes, shuttling through this prosperous city...
Xiao Fengxue was on the bus with her earphones on, blasting deafening heavy metal music, but her expression remained calm and collected. Behind her sunglasses, a pair of beautiful eyes revealed no emotion. A faint smile played on the corners of her mouth, exuding a hint of coldness and playfulness.
It's been three years since she last returned to her country.
Time can change a person a lot, three years ago, she was willful and simple, living in the castle as an imperial princess, at that time she didn't understand anything, thinking happiness was within reach, ignorance and naivety almost cost her her own life.
Three years later, she returned with the demeanor of a king.
She is Xiao Fengxue, the only daughter of the well-known Xiao Yu Group in the United States. Her family background goes without saying.
At the same time, she is also 'Manzushahua', the leader of a legendary group that makes everyone in the martial arts world tremble with fear. She is a woman whose skills are on par with the world's number one assassin, yet she has not been included in the assassin rankings. She is not only a legend in the assassin world but also a legendary arms queen, able to master any weapon that falls into her hands.
Adenium obesum, also known as the flower of the afterlife, is said to bloom on the road to the underworld. It symbolizes death and various worldly sorrows. Few people know that its language of flowers is desperate love.
She is really suitable for it...
Mysterious and seductive, with an aura of death, luring people onto the road to the underworld.
Under the eerie mask is desperate sorrow.
Late at night, deserted streets, faint orange streetlights sprinkled on the road.
A bright red convertible sports car, specially modified, emits a unique roar from its engine as it speeds through the dark night.
Finally stopped in a dark and humid alley, the car door slowly opened, and a pair of 13-centimeter black high heels and two slender white legs landed on the ground.
The black tight leather jacket showcased the woman's figure perfectly, its sexiness enough to make one's nose bleed.
It's just...
On the left side of the collarbone, a red peony bloomed to perfection, its deep crimson color seeming even more intoxicating in the dark of night.
Enough to change the color of everyone's face on the road.
The woman lightly lifted her hands, neatly tying up her long hair that reached her waist, and put on a silver shiny wig and a black duck tongue cap to cover her face. She tied the miniature pistol in her hand with a belt around her thigh.
Dada...
High heels echoed in the dark alley, a clear and eerie sound, as if the footsteps of the god of death had arrived, each step deciding the life and death of people.
The Fucheng Hotel, at the far end of the corridor on the eleventh floor, there were several bodyguards standing outside the room, all wearing black uniforms, and faintly visible was a bulge in their pockets with a hint of something black, which was an Eagle pistol.
In the room, Lei Qing had just finished washing up and was lying on the bed, his slightly chubby body directly causing the sheets to sink in. He was about to call a few girls over to serve him when he suddenly felt a chill.
Crack!
A faint sound came from the window.
He looked around and his heart skipped a beat as he vaguely saw a slender black figure behind the white curtains.
"Who!" Do you know this is on the eleventh floor...
The dark figure lifted its hand to push open the curtains, and what entered his eyes was her slender figure and black tight-fitting bodysuit. Her silver short hair reflected a cold light under the moonlight, and the curtains rolled up behind her back with the wind, looking like a black angel in the night.
Lei Qing knew that the newcomer was definitely not a good person.
"I'm here to spend your last moments with you." The woman walked slowly towards him, her voice sweet and melodious, but the chill in her bones couldn't be hidden.
He wanted to retreat, but found no way to retreat. Then he saw her white fingers holding a delicate handgun, raised towards him.
"Bang!" A dull thud was heard, that was the sound of the silencer bullet entering the heart.
Lei Qing's eyes widened in shock, "You......"
His stout body fell onto the bed, and a bewitching crimson blood gradually spread from his chest. In the moment before he fell, he saw that the woman's left collarbone had a fiery red tattoo that flickered eerily in the dim moonlight.
That is a magnolia in full bloom.
Under the black duck tongue cap, a bright red lip was exposed, blowing against the muzzle, then jumping out of the window, relying on the steel wire on his waist to slide down the wall and return.
The bodyguards on the outer corridor still expressionlessly performed their duties, completely unaware that the target they were protecting had stopped breathing...
