From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 391: 180 Opportunities (Second Update)_2

Translator: 549690339

After hanging up the phone, Yan Chen rubbed his temples and was about to leave when his footsteps suddenly halted.

An instinctive intuition made all the hairs on his body stand on end in an instant, but it was too late.

Feeling a sharp pain at the back of his neck, he opened his mouth, a trapped beast-like roar escaping from his throat as boundless darkness consumed him.

In the last second before losing consciousness, he saw a pair of eyes, clean and beautiful like glazed glass, but full of cruel indifference, like a messenger of hell.

The door opened again, and a young boy walked in, silently hiding in the shadows.

At this moment, Ming Jing lifted her head while the boy lowered the brim of his hat, his right index finger lightly rubbed against his trouser seam.

Tao Xingxing was excitedly caught up in a pile of gifts, unable to contain his joy. Ming Jing left the crowd, walking to the edge of the terrace, below the half-meter high railing was the abyss of the thirtieth floor.

A night breeze blew against her face, lifting the young girl’s skirt, her ethereal aura seemed ready to float away with the wind.

From under his hat brim, the boy’s eyes narrowed, blending into the darkness.

The boy stepped forward, remaining detached from the lively crowd. His steps made no sound as he slowly approached that white figure.

Suddenly, the boy stopped in his tracks.

Something wasn’t right.

His assassin’s instinct made him halt.

He looked at the figure standing in the breeze, her skirt billowing ethereally.

Although she was an otherworldly beauty, she gave him an extremely familiar feeling.

Just like that night, across the roaring traffic, he saw those eyes.

Mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, gunfire, and walking on the edge of knives and gun barrels, fighting with darkness and death, without heart or emotion, poisoned with no antidote other than fresh blood and a stopped heart.

He smelled the scent of his own kind.

Master once said that he was not the best assassin, but a natural-born one. His innate sharpness allowed him to escape disaster in every test, a gift from animal instincts. Out of twenty members, only he and Thirteen survived to the end.

Luck, too, was a kind of strength.

Instinct told him that the otherworldly girl was very dangerous, and he had underestimated his opponent. He should turn and leave immediately.

No, wait…

The boy knitted his brows in confusion, this didn’t make sense.

“Yan Chen.” Suddenly someone draped their arm over his shoulder, and the boy froze.

A sweet, fragrant breath whispered in his ear, “You remembered what I said before, that’s thoughtful of you, buddy.”

“By the way, don’t you like Qu Feitai? My best friend Ming Jing has a very close relationship with him, let me introduce you.”

Tao Xingxing dragged the boy towards Ming Jing without a word.

Tao Xingxing, always nonchalant, didn’t notice anything unusual about the boy. After all, in her knowledge, Yan Chen naturally had some quirks, and fighting poison with poison was the only way to subdue him.

“Ming Jing, this is Yan Chen, my middle school deskmate and good buddy.”

Ming Jing turned around, looked at the boy, and smiled, “Hello, I’m Ming Jing.”

In the darkness, the boy’s hat brim was pressed down so low that his face could not be seen.

Silence.

Tao Xingxing patted his shoulder: “Yan Chen, what’s going on? You’re not speechless because you think Ming Jing is too beautiful and you’re too shy to speak, are you? Look at you, acting all timid.”

Tao Xingxing teased.

The boy narrowed his eyes, his wrist turning, a fine knife slipped into his palm.

This was his only chance.

Dark clouds covered the moon, the terrace plunged into darkness.

Not far away, colorful lights flickered, and laughter filled the air.The young man was like a nimble leopard, suddenly leaping up with a dagger in hand, its gleaming blade shimmering in the darkness like the Grim Reaper’s scythe, as it sliced through the air toward the young woman standing ahead, aiming straight for her throat.

Death faced her head-on while an abyss loomed behind her; surrounded on all sides, there was no escape.

In that critical moment, he saw the girl’s lips curling into a smile, as gentle as a spring breeze, but it sent chills down his spine.

Ming Jing arched her upper body backward, forming a 90-degree angle with the ground, her hair fluttering in the night breeze as her upper body hung in mid-air.

The young man’s blade whisked past Ming Jing’s nose tip. Ming Jing hooked her legs around the iron railing, spun gracefully, her white skirt billowing like a blossoming lily, stunningly beautiful, and escaped from the threat in the blink of an eye.

The young man’s eyes narrowed; everything had happened in the blink of an eye. Such agility and terrifying skills could not have been acquired overnight.

His initial judgment was correct.

At this moment, Tao Xingxing, who stood closest to the young man, let out a piercing scream.

Wu Jiaqi heard Tao Xingxing’s scream, and for that instant, she felt the blood in her body run cold.

She stumbled towards them, only to witness a scene that made her blood boil.

Tao Xingxing was being held hostage by the young man, his long blade at her throat. Ming Jing stood opposite the young man, her face expressionless, and said, “Let her go.”

Shocked to the point of speechlessness, Tao Xingxing trembled as her voice quivered, “You’re not Yan Chen… Who are you?”

“Where is Yan Chen? What have you done to him?”

“Let go of my daughter,” Wu Jiaqi stumbled forward, knelt on the ground, and pleaded, “I’m begging you, please don’t hurt my daughter, I will give you anything you want.”

Tao Qian remained calm. As he comforted Wu Jiaqi, he added, “Just don’t harm my daughter, whatever you want, I will agree.”

The others had already been scared witless by the sudden turn of events. Wasn’t that Yan Chen? How did he suddenly kidnap Tao Xingxing? What kind of devilish plot was this?

Tao Xingxing said he wasn’t Yan Chen? Then who was he?

The young man ignored the others, his eyes locked on Ming Jing.

Ming Jing’s face was expressionless as she said, “I’ll say it one last time – let her go.”

Her voice was devoid of warmth, as cold and merciless as an ancient, frozen abyss.

The young man retreated a step, pressing the blade against Tao Xingxing’s spine, hiding in the shadows.

In the blink of an eye, he vanished like a ghost, disappearing at the fire exit.

Tao Xingxing’s knees buckled, and Ming Jing immediately caught her. Tao Xingxing tightly hugged Ming Jing, choking back tears, “Wu… Ming Jing, I thought I’d never see you again.”

Ming Jing gently patted her back, soothing her softly, “It was my mistake. I’m sorry.”

Ming Jing looked up at the night sky, her eyes somber.

“Xingxing,” Wu Jiaqi rushed over, closely examining Tao Xingxing, barely holding back her tears, “Are you hurt?”

The young girl who had just been crying in front of Ming Jing now flashed a big smile, “Mom, I’m not that fragile, I’m not afraid.”

Seeing tears falling from Wu Jiaqi’s eyes like broken pearls, Tao Xingxing panicked, “Mom, don’t cry. I’m fine, aren’t I?”

Wu Jiaqi tightly hugged Tao Xingxing, squeezing her almost to the point of breathlessness.

“Xingxing, I’m sorry.”

Tao Xingxing looked perplexed. Why was everyone apologizing to her one after another?

Tao Qian walked over after making a call to the police, “I’ve reported the situation; something’s fishy about this….”

Before he could finish, Wu Jiaqi cut in: “We can’t let the police handle this.”

Tao Qian was taken aback, glancing between Tao Xingxing and Wu Jiaqi, “Jiaqi, it would be better to find out who it is. Don’t you think Xingxing is at risk of encountering such danger again?”

Ming Jing approached, saying, “Uncle, Auntie, he’s after me. I’ll handle this matter; I’m sorry for involving Xingxing.”

Wu Jiaqi shook her head numbly, “The day has finally come….”