Meanwhile, Lu Yan got into a taxi.
“South Hill Manor. Thank you.”
In a great mood, she hummed a song and told the driver her address.
“Okay.”
The driver said only one word and then remained silent.
After driving for about 20 seconds, Lu Yan felt something wasn’t right.
From the rear-view mirror in the car, she saw the taxi driver was wearing a cap and its brim concealed his face in the shade. He sounded to be about 30 years old.
The car was indeed driving toward South Hill Manor.
But Lu Yan drew out her dagger reflexively and held it against the driver’s neck.
“Miss, what are you doing?”
“Stop acting. I’ve seen through you… Tell me who sent you.”
“Miss, you got the wrong person. I’m just a taxi driver.”
“Hehe… continue with your story.” Lu Yan sneered.
“I’m truly a taxi driver. The driver on the photo drives during the day and I take the night shift. We take turns,” he explained.
“I’ll give you one last chance. If you don’t tell me, I’ll send you to hell.”
Lu Yan pressed the dagger down slowly and the sharp blade was about to pierce the man’s skin.
Instantly, he struggled and reached his right hand to get his gun but found it was gone.
“Are you looking for this?” Lu Yan waved the black gun at him.
“Are you surprised that I have it? I stole it five seconds ago.” Lu Yan smiled.
“How did you find me out?” The man didn’t know what exposed him.
“Killing intent… No matter how well you disguise yourself, you can’t conceal the killing intent of a killer.”
“You’re a killer, too. Why didn’t people find you out because of the killing presence you carry in a mission?” the man asked resentfully.
“You’re wrong. I’m not a killer. I’m a mercenary.”
Then, she slashed open the man’s throat.
He pressed on the wound on his neck with both hands, but blood continued to gush out.
It was an unsettling sight.
Due to his wound, the car began to zigzag.
As the car got onto a viaduct and drove faster and faster, Lu Yan opened the door and jumped out without thinking.
Before she jumped, she left a bomb in the car and it exploded instantly, burning up the car and the guy in it.
Lu Yan didn’t need him to tell her who wanted to kill her.
The killer had tracked her down to the nightclub and waited for her to get into the car. The plan was perfect, but Lu Yan saw through it.
Jumping out of the car, Lu Yan saw a black Toyota racing toward her from a nearby place.
She shot at the driver and then moved to one side.
Fortunately, it was night and there were few cars on the viaduct in this area, or it would cause a series of crashes.
15 minutes later, Lu Yan’s people got the news and arrived; they saw Lu Yan squatting by a small river not far from the viaduct.
“Boss, are you okay?”
“If I was not okay, I’d be full of bullet holes before you came.”
“You ordered us not to follow you…” Her subordinates didn’t know what to say.
“Whoa. You dare to talk back to me now?” Lu Yan stood up and pinched his face with her blood-stained hands.
“No, no. I don’t dare… We’re relieved that you’re okay, boss.”
“Handle these corpses and don’t let the police see them.”
“Yes.”
“What will you do now, boss…?”
“I’ll go to my sister’s house and sleep. You can’t come with me.”
“Wait. Boss, Young Master Qiao just sent a message to us; it’s for you.”
“Why didn’t he send it to me directly?” Lu Yan checked her watch and found she had accidentally turned it off during the fight.
“What did Psycho Qiao say?” Lu Yan was concerned about Qiao Fei.
