Chapter 788: She's Not Worthy

Nan Jiaojiao had only just remembered that the man who had knocked the secret signal was no longer wearing Minglun’s uniform.

Could it be that she had been exposed so quickly?

The woman who sprayed perfume circled behind Nan Jiaojiao and whispered, “Little Princess.”

Nan Jiaojiao stiffened.

Without turning around, the sound of high heels on the floor behind her was like a death knell.

Nan Jiaojiao tugged at Bo Yanching’s sleeve, “You go in first, I’m going to use the restroom.”

“Shall I accompany you?”

“No need, it’s just nearby, I’ll be back soon.”

Seeing that she was unusually agreeable, Bo Yanching did not insist and said, “It’s not far, call me when you come out, and I’ll meet you at the entrance.”

Nan Jiaojiao vaguely responded with a “Hmm.”

She circled two floors and found a self-service café at the end of the corridor.

Nan Jiaojiao sat down at a spot, manipulated her phone a few times, and the surveillance from the four corners was replaced with clips taken earlier, playing on a loop for a short period.

Then she logged into the Killing Alliance intranet, turned off her personal tracker, and made it accessible only to White Fox.

Just as she opened the chat box with White Fox, it already showed him typing.

Nan Jiaojiao sent a message before him.

“Eleventh floor, southwest window, hand over the gun.”

The words “Typing” suddenly disappeared and reappeared, “Master, are you at Minglun?”

“Xiong Da has been exposed.”

“Damn it!”

White Fox cursed.

Soon, footsteps approached in the corridor, and at the same time, Nan Jiaojiao received a call from an unknown number.

As soon as she answered, the other party spoke in an odd tone, “You’re quite good at keeping your cool.”

It was not the woman from the elevator earlier.

Nan Jiaojiao had judged at the time that the person lacked any depth, and something rectangular, probably a stack of money, bulged underneath the shoulder bag they were carrying.

“You know it was someone I hired, and you didn’t even bother to check?”

Nan Jiaojiao calmly took a sip of coffee, her voice altered by a voice changer to be unrecognizable, “Who are you?”

The other side choked a bit and then chuckled, “Me?

I’m the one who almost took your lover’s life.

Ask him how it feels to have a bomb explode nearby.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s grip on the handle of the cup tightened for an instant.

“You did it?”

“Yes, just a scare, but it’s your Killing Alliance who has been pressing so hard.

If you push me, next time I really will take his life, believe it or not?”

Nan Jiaojiao said sternly, “What do you want?”

“Simple, you come to the seventh floor.

Don’t think about fooling me with just anybody, back in Mingzhou, I’ve seen what you look like.”

Nan Jiaojiao looked up just as a figure reached the doorway, momentarily blocking the light in the corridor.

It was a face she didn’t recognize, square-shouldered, with the inverted triangle figure of a 183 cm model, and features too refined for common taste, even more handsome than White Fox himself.

Nan Jiaojiao heard a few beeps of a disconnected call in her ear.

She immediately dismantled her phone, snapped the card, and tossed the broken pieces into White Fox’s hand.

“Go dispose of it.”

White Fox handed her a gun and said, “Didn’t let them go but caught one trying to escape via the rooftop, expecting to catch a flight but my people stopped him.

The rest of the fish are trapped on the seventh floor.”

Nan Jiaojiao took a deep breath, her eyes filled with ferocity as she said something that seemed to come from nowhere, “Will I ever successfully retire in this lifetime?”

She had made too many enemies in the past.

So many that whenever she tried to lead a peaceful life, one or two would pop up to remind her.

She didn’t deserve it.

She was an assassin.

Her hands, stained with blood, could never be cleansed in this lifetime.