Fortunately, Ling Qingyu escaped early, avoiding the spillover of dog food. She shook her ankle slightly.
It was cool to jump from a great height and land safely, but during the process, Ling Qingyu had many thoughts. She instinctively knew that her body could withstand the load, yet in reality, fear still existed. At the very least, she had now overcome her fear of heights.
Anyway, her threat to the Vermilion Gang should have been successful. No one dared to go against the overall trend. They couldn’t resist without paying a huge price.
Ling Qingyu loved Lin Fan’s expression of self-doubt as he suffered a catastrophic defeat.
He was probably contemplating why he couldn’t see through her moves, unable to distinguish true attacks from feints.
The answer was simple—every move she struck was intended to land. By exploiting her fast reactions and quick brain computations, Ling Qingyu adjusted her attacks accordingly.
Everything unfolded according to her plan, leaving Lin Fan powerless, completely unable to discern real from fake.
Based on his reactions—if his defense was too high, Ling Qingyu feinted. If the opposite happened, she struck.
Normally, she would have exhausted herself trying to achieve this level of precision, but with her superhuman endurance and stamina, that wasn’t a concern.
Ling Qingyu returned to the SUV, hopping into the driver’s seat and closing the door.
Sofia, sitting beside her, observed carefully before asking, "Are you satisfied now, Boss?"
"Very much. I finally got to beat up the guy I’ve wanted to since day one—to my heart’s content. I’ve never felt so refreshed," Ling Qingyu giggled.
Afterward, she laughed while describing the scene, starting the engine and driving away.
A short distance behind, her guards followed suit.
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Inside the SUV, Sofia listened with a helpless expression.
One question remained—what do you do when your boss acts this childish? Sofia had a headache.
From the very beginning, when Ling Qingyu decided to sneak in alone, Sofia had been against the idea.
However, Ling Qingyu proved her capability and cited her past rescue of Sofia as justification. In the end, Sofia could only wait in the car, listening to the others through an earpiece.
Not that she heard much, but hearing Ling Qingyu’s voice gave her peace of mind.
In truth, Ling Qingyu hadn’t brought Sofia because the moment Lin Fan and Lan Xi entered, they would have detected her presence and ruined her fun.
Unlike now, where Ling Qingyu held the upper hand from every angle—except for the fact that she had escaped a little too quickly and forgotten to make a proper villainous declaration to mock the protagonist.
Things had happened too fast.
Since Ling Qingyu had already made up her mind to beat up Lin Fan, she ignored the reasons behind his attack—why, and how he dared to strike first.
Maybe he wanted to vent his anger or prove that they were also a tough nut to crack. Perhaps.
If Lin Fan had brought his mercenary friends, things could have escalated unpredictably. That was why Ling Qingyu had settled for a mere warning.
Offending him too much might contradict her original intent. Now wasn’t the time to go completely against the protagonists—a stallion and a cold-blooded prince.
It was fine to lay some traps and cause them to stumble, but if she fought too hard, she might have to rely on Miss System more than she wanted.
Sometimes, luck played a mysterious role—especially for children of destiny, the world’s chosen ones. There might have been too many of them for the world’s will to manage properly, but Ling Qingyu wasn’t foolish enough to bet against them.
As Ling Qingyu explained the stakes behind the scenes to Sofia, the latter sighed at her boss’s thoughtfulness.
Of course, Ling Qingyu didn’t reveal her secrets or mysterious abilities. She only repeated the intel Athena had gathered and shared her conclusions and deductions.
"You wanna smoke this?" Ling Qingyu asked, pointing at her mouth.
"It’s bad for your health, isn’t it?" Sofia frowned. Though she knew a lot, there were still some things she didn’t fully understand—like Ling Qingyu’s cigarette sweets.
"It’s not real. Not that lowly vape. This is just a sweet, like a lollipop," Ling Qingyu explained.
"Then why don’t you just chew gum?" Sofia asked, curious.
But the response she received made the corner of her lips twitch.
"It’s more stylish."
Yep, very simple.
There was something about smokers in a certain environment—they naturally exuded a mysterious aura.
Laid-back, boss-like, with the presence of someone who had everything under control.
Listening to Ling Qingyu’s explanation, Sofia couldn’t help but laugh.
But when she heard that the original purpose of these ’sweets’ was to help Spirit Fox members fight addiction, her expression brightened.
"You could make a lot of money," Sofia remarked with an approving look, making Ling Qingyu feel amused.
"Yeah, but the real cigarette manufacturers would want to kill me. You have no idea how deep their influence runs. I don’t want any trouble during my crucial development stage while I’m still laying the foundation," Ling Qingyu replied.
"It was my overreach. You’ve probably seen far more than I have."
"Come on, darling. Keep it up," Ling Qingyu said as she rubbed her new secretary’s chin and teased. "It’s good that you think a lot. With more experience, you’ll know more. Chill."
Sofia pushed Ling Qingyu’s finger away and looked around as the SUV sped past. "Can I try it?"
"Sure…"
Snap. Sofia lit a match and choked, coughing a few times. This drew Ling Qingyu’s constipated gaze.
What the heck? How did you choke?
Reading her expression, Sofia answered while trying to soothe the soreness in her throat. "It’s sweeter than expected. I just choked on my saliva."
"Well, that’s much better." Ling Qingyu nodded in understanding. Please, she had seen plenty of people choking on water. Some of them had even died.
These incidents often left people unsure whether to laugh or feel saddened by such misfortune. The deaths occurred because there was no one around to help, and the golden hour had passed.
So, singles needed to be careful, Ling Qingyu thought inwardly. (The author wants to beat somebody now.)
The two ladies hummed a tune as they ate their ’lollipops.’ Sofia straightened her posture and asked, her tone filled with curiosity, "Let’s say this cigarette is a snack. How is the smoke formed?"
"How would I know? I’m a businesswoman, not a specialist or an expert," Ling Qingyu rolled her eyes.
"That’s why I hate capitalists. They know almost nothing, yet they have money and time to enrich themselves." Sofia ground her teeth.
"Oi, you can’t say that."
"Of course, I can. Look at doctors, researchers, and engineers who study hard for years," Sofia smacked her lips before continuing. "After all that effort, what happens? They just end up as someone’s subordinate. And that ’someone’ most of the time doesn’t even understand their work properly."
"At least there are a few with real talent," Ling Qingyu replied, though she suspected Sofia was indirectly cursing at her. After all, she had no technical talents apart from foresight, management skills, and, well… money. Repeat, MONEY!
"I bother," Sofia cursed lightly. "I’m not talking about you…"
"Don’t say it. The more you say it, the more I feel like you’re talking about me." Ling Qingyu shot her a blank stare.
"Hehe…" Sofia chuckled and saluted with two fingers, trying to act cute. "Well, there seems to be a police checkpoint ahead. Are you switching roads?"
"Heck no. Why are you asking such a stupid question as an Interpol agent?" Ling Qingyu stared suspiciously at Sofia. "If we move now, we’ll look even more suspicious and fit their stereotype."
"Oh yes, how stupid of me." Sofia slapped her forehead. "But our convoy formation might scare the officers."
"Well, you’re right. It can’t be helped." Ling Qingyu shrugged and glanced at the rearview mirror for a second.
Her guard units were behind them. The mighty convoy resembled a certain force—gangs, triads, mafia, you name it.
"Let me do the talking and stay quiet. Otherwise, with your accent…"
"I know," huffed Sofia, clearly unhappy with the judgment of her language competency.
As Ling Qingyu’s vehicles approached the checkpoint, the officers, their bodies illuminated by red and blue flashing LEDs, scrambled into an alert stance, visibly nervous.
Especially when they spotted the glowing red embers through the windshield—signs of smoking behavior.
Ordinary people would usually put out their cigarettes and wipe away any evidence to avoid annoying police questions and get home faster.
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And with these types of cars traveling in a group—the people inside weren’t easy to deal with. Officers exchanged glances.
As the vehicle gradually rolled to a halt, the officer in charge of questioning broke into a sweat. It only worsened when both front windows rolled down.
Women? But then, these women seemed even scarier—especially their eyes. The young officer shot a glance at his senior, silently pleading for help.
Ling Qingyu eyed him up and down, dumbfounded by the officer’s expression. These guys were too fragile, right?
She hadn’t done anything. She checked her skin and—yep, still white.
Wait… in Country C? She almost forgot and started doubting her own life.