The biting wind howled past Ming Li's ears, but it did nothing to slow her increasingly rapid pace.
Fifteen minutes later, Ming Li stood on a thick tree branch, her gaze fixed coldly on the luxurious hotel before her.
"Where is the person?"
The system, engrossed in examining a small candle, paused upon hearing the voice from within the spatial realm. It looked at Ming Li, confused, but upon meeting her icy stare, it quickly understood. "He's in the second room on the right on the eighteenth floor," it hastily replied.
Ming Li nodded. Her figure flickered, and she vanished from her spot, reappearing in an instant outside the glass window of the room the system had indicated, completely unnoticed by the bodyguards.
The man inside the room, who was on the phone, suddenly sensed something. He looked up towards the window, and nearly dropped his mobile phone.
Ming Li met the man's shocked gaze, calmly waved at him, and a cryptic smile spread across her young face.
The man almost blurted out a word of fright, but before he could speak, a silver sword, glinting coldly, shot through the window and, in a flash, slit his throat.
The man's look of terror froze on his face as his body slowly slid to the floor...
Ming Li calmly retracted her silver sword, her expressionless gaze sweeping over the pale man collapsed on the floor. She took out a small, exquisite camera, and with a "click," took a photo. Her figure then quickly melted into the night.
The bodyguards outside the door, sensing something amiss within the room, broke down the door. Upon seeing the man lying on the floor, they became flustered and rushed to help him up. "Mr. An, you..."
The bodyguard's words were cut short as he saw the scene before him. The moment their hands touched the man on the floor, a ghastly bloodline appeared on his neck. The area of blood grew, instantly spilling a pool of crimson onto the floor.
The bodyguards: "..." It was over! Everything was over!
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Elsewhere, Ming Li reappeared within the assassin organization, holding the photograph. She handed it to the leader and asked, "Anything else?"
The leader of the assassin organization stared at the photo on the table, his eyes widening in disbelief. He then looked up at Ming Li, "You..."
"You can find someone to confirm it first before giving me the money."
Ming Li sat on the sofa, elegantly crossing her legs. She took a cigarette from her pocket, lit it, and began to smoke.
The leader pursed his lips, glancing behind him, and made a gesture.
Soon, a figure darted away from the castle.
The leader of the assassin organization, watching the girl smoking in front of him, couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked, "How old are you?"
Ming Li cast a nonchalant glance at the man opposite her, exhaled a smoke ring, and replied, "Almost an adult."
The leader of the assassin organization: "..." Are you kidding me?
After Ming Li had smoked two cigarettes, the person who had gone to gather information finally returned.
The person stood behind the leader of the assassin organization and whispered in his ear, "Confirmed. He's dead."
Hearing the expected answer, the leader of the assassin organization narrowed his eyes, pulled a card from a drawer, and handed it to Ming Li. "Pleasure doing business with you."
Ming Li glanced at the sky outside and raised an eyebrow. She said to the leader of the assassin organization, "If you have any big jobs next time, you can find me."
The leader paused for a moment before asking, "How can I find you?"
Upon hearing this, Ming Li left her contact information and departed the castle.
Watching Ming Li's figure disappear into the night, the leader of the assassin organization narrowed his eyes and said, "Follow her and see, and also, investigate this woman thoroughly."