Chapter 96: One of the Killing Alliance Elders Little Princess

White Fox had just finished speaking when suddenly, his brain tensed up, and he looked at Lang Hao in astonishment before taking two big steps back.

“I’m not going, I’m absolutely not going.

If you want to coax the boss back, find someone who’s not afraid of dying.

I’m not even married yet, and my mom is counting on me to carry on the family line!”

Lang Hao glanced at him, “I won’t provoke her.”

“Oh.”

White Fox breathed a sigh of relief, slumped onto the couch, wiped his neck, and realized he’d sweated.

“Then why did you hack her phone?”

“I said, it was just a greeting.”

Lang Hao clicked his tongue, it was just a way to say hello a bit too ostentatiously, to let her know that the Killing Alliance was still behind her, ready to come back at any time, and if she encountered difficulties, she would have support.

The Little Princess of the Killing Alliance had already vanished without a trace, and today, few people still remember such a person.

But one of the veterans of the Killing Alliance was her.

“That matter back then, I was the one who wronged her.”

White Fox looked at him, his expression unclear.

Lang Hao seemed to be talking to himself, blowing on his tea before saying softly, “When she’s had enough fun outside, it won’t be too late to go and get her.”

Nan Jiaojiao returned to the game, checked her record, and saw that she had died once; her expression was very unpleasant.

She asked coldly, “Who killed me?”

Bo Qingshan ground his teeth in frustration, “That invisible guy on the other side, it was him!”

“Hmm.”

Nan Jiaojiao picked up dual blades, “Stay close to me.”

In the second half, Nan Jiaojiao only targeted the assassin from the opposite side.

Even with invisibility used to hide in the bushes, she could still accurately gauge and hit with her skill.

The enemy couldn’t even get his skills off before dying—most arrogantly, on two occasions, Nan Jiaojiao leapt over two towers, timing the respawn just right to ambush them at their fountain and, after killing, left immediately.

The key was she still had a support stacked on her.

She turned the tide seemingly effortlessly, quickly turning the adverse situation into a favorable one.

The enemy assassin begged for mercy: [Isn’t this a bit much, buddy?

I killed you just once—it was even accidental.

Who told you to stand still?

Not killing a target doesn’t suit an assassin’s code of conduct, right?]

He hadn’t even finished typing “right” when he died again.

Nan Jiaojiao was annoyed and quickly ended the fight, leading her team to a turnaround victory.

Bo Qingshan was jumping up and down in excitement, thinking she was awesome to the extreme.

He had prepared a whole stomach of fawning words, but before he could speak, Nan Jiaojiao coldly threw two words at him:

“Logging off.”

As soon as she spoke, her profile turned gray.

Bo Qingshan stood speechless, choking up.

Nan Jiaojiao tossed her phone aside, picked up a strawberry pudding, and started eating it with a small spoon.

The evening glow from the twilight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting her profile, cold and clear, with a hint of irritation in her eyes and brows, onto the window.

She knew who was looking for her.

Voices came from outside the door, the sound coming through the slightly ajar door.

A superior female voice, “I’m an old acquaintance of President Pei, I’ll go say hello.”

Qiao Shan’s voice, polite yet distant, followed, “President Pei just left, and we aren’t sure when he’ll be back.

I’m afraid it might inconvenience Miss Ye.”

“No worries, I’ll wait for her.”

The door was pushed open, and a tall figure walked in, dressed in a khaki wool coat over a milk-white strapless long dress, showing off her slender legs.

She took a couple of steps in her high heels, then suddenly looked up and locked eyes with Nan Jiaojiao on the couch.

“You?”

The woman furrowed her eyebrows, seemingly searching her brain for a name that matched the face in front of her.

“Nan Jiaojiao, what are you doing here?”

Nan Jiaojiao swallowed the pudding down her throat.