From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 231 - 231: 111 Assassin (Part One)



Chapter 231 - 231: 111 Assassin (Part One)

Chapter 231 - 231: 111 Assassin (Part One)

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“Beep- woo– Beep- woo–

The sudden sound of police sirens broke the silence of the night, like the thunderous blast of a storm.

Ming Jing’s brows furrowed slightly. Before Zhou Ling’s face could change,

Ming Jing instinctively snatched the dagger from her hand, striking Zhou Ling’s shoulder with lightning speed. Zhou Ling winced in pain, her gaze fixed on Ming Jing in disbelief.

She actually knew kung fu… One could tell an expert just by their moves, and this was not only an expert but a master of internal strength.

Impossible…

Zhou Ling stepped back hastily, feeling as if the spot where she had been struck by Ming Jing’s palm was burning hot, rendering her arms heavy and powerless.

Her two subordinates rushed to support her, as Zhou Ling gritted her teeth and glared at the emotionless young girl in a white dress on the other side.

“You actually dared to call the police?”

“It’s not too late to surrender now.”

“Hahaha.” Zhou Ling laughed loudly as though she had heard something ridiculous.

“From the day I joined CS, there has been no going back. Today, either you die, or I perish.”

She calmly ordered her subordinates, “Kill her.”

Zhou Ling stepped back, watching her two subordinates head towards Ming

Jing. She sneered and drew a gun from her waist, expertly readying it to fire.

She had just been playing with them earlier, but now it was time to get serious.

Ming Jing faced two men several times stronger than herself, yet she showed no fear. Her white dress was cold and serene like the moon.

“Won’t you think about your child?”

Zhou Ling hesitated for a moment, her face showing a brief hint of confusion.

However, she quickly regained her composure. ” Everything I do is for him.” Ming Jing narrowed her eyes, “The child is not Zhu Wentao’s?”

Zhou Ling’s smile revealed a hint of wickedness. “Seeing that you’ll soon be dead, I won’t hide the truth from you. Zhu Wentao is even more hypocritical and fickle than I imagined. How could I possibly give birth to his child? Every time I’m with him, I feel disgusted.”

Ming Jing sighed softly, “The east wind is evil, and desires are shallow.”

Hearing the sirens approaching closer, Zhou Ling impatiently said, “Quickly kill her.”

The two men closed in on Ming Jing. The frail Ming Jing appeared like a helpless chick before a deadly tiger, posing no threat at all. In the ruthless eyes of the two, a trace of disdain could be seen.

Ming Jing slowly rolled up her sleeves, her face calm and still, her eyes slightly concealed. Her gentle appearance was even more exquisite than the bright moon in the sky behind her.

A faint murderous aura filled the air, silently permeating like a spring rain. The two men exchanged glances. A killer’s intuition told them that this was the scent of their kind.

No, it was someone much stronger than them—a true top assassin who could use the very air as their weapon for murder.

The young girl raised her head slightly. Her smile was innocent and beautiful.

“You two, come at me together.”

>With the gentlest tone, she uttered the most hateful words, a great insult to the two men. They no longer cared about anything else. How could a girl like this be a top assassin? It must be an illusion.

The two men shook their heads, approaching Ming Jing from both sides, stretching out their devilish claws.

As the weak and frail girl seemed about to become prey to the demons, a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

Dark clouds obscured the moon, plunging the earth into darkness.

Along with the bright moon, the rolling murderous intent in the girl’s eyes was also obscured.

Winds suddenly changed, darkening the skies.

In this tense atmosphere, filled with killing intent.

From the depths of darkness came the clear, magnetic voice of a young man, like a breeze that split the black clouds. The bright moon reappeared in the world.

“All of you, stop.”

Two men turned their heads unconsciously.

Ming Jing narrowed her eyes, gently lifting her gaze. In an instant, those black pupils regained their clarity and tenderness, as if everything before had been an illusion.

This voice… was Qu Feitai’s.

How could he be here?

Then the person who had been following them in the car must be him. She initially thought it was Zhou Ling’s men and did not pay attention to him.

Had Qu Feitai been tracking her all along?

In the blink of an eye, countless thoughts raced through Ming Jing’s mind.

From the depths of the darkness, a young man dressed in black stepped forward, holding Zhou Ling tightly in his arms. The gun that had been in Zhou Ling’s hand was now in the young man’s grasp, the muzzle aimed at Zhou Ling’s temple.

The young man was tall. Petite Zhou Ling in his arms seemed like a truly helpless chick. He showed no mercy, making it difficult for her to breathe, her face ashen.

She didn’t want to die, but she hadn’t expected Ming Jing to be so cunning, even arranging for someone to help her and take advantage of her unguarded moment to launch a surprise attack..


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