Transmigrated into a villainous guide who picks up bargains, a useless person is transformed into a

The top of the Empire State Building.

Yan Mu wielded a high-powered stun gun, sending three SS-level assassins to their deaths with a single shot.

He glanced at Xizelu, who was covered in bruises, and gave a mocking smile.

"Second brother, why don't you learn from me? My family treated me badly, so I killed them all. Your mother is so cruel to you, just kill her too."

He kicked the two men away, and seeing that Xizelu didn't speak, he went straight over and said, "Hey, did you hear me? It's fine if you die, but don't hurt my fiancée. My fiancée has such beautiful genes, I have to help her carry on the family line." He smacked his lips and said, "You workaholic wouldn't understand. It's a shame you don't have any children."

Xize Lu remained silent and did not refute. Hearing this, he felt inexplicably choked up.

He wished he could slice Yan Mu's mouth off with his sword, but helplessly, he could only vent his anger on the assassin. The Flame Holy Sword burst forth with intense flames, instantly burning the approaching assassin to dust.

Yan Mu was fighting with ease and was about to flirt with Sha Ling when three other assassins suddenly descended from the sky.

They jumped off the aircraft, exchanged glances with the original four, and instantly surrounded Xize, Lu Shaling, and the other two.

The one-on-one situation collapsed instantly, and even Yan Mu, who was fearless, couldn't help but gasp.

"Second brother, were you a free gift with a phone top-up, or a freebie with groceries? If I don't kill you, your mom won't be able to sleep, will she?"

Xize Lu's red eyes flickered, and his face darkened: "Don't be so noisy!"

Yan Mu took out three defensive devices from his computer space, handing one to Sha Ling and one to Xize Lu: "Alright, alright, I won't nag. Three against seven, how are we going to fight?"

In this life-or-death situation, the three of them had long forgotten their grudges from the last fight. They stood back to back, pressed tightly together, and entrusted their backs to each other without hesitation.

Sha Ling put on the defensive device, and with a gentle press of a button, the light shield opened, and a ray of golden light instantly covered his upper body.

Yan Mu, being cheeky, explained, "Oh, I forgot to mention, it's a new product, a high-end item."

Sha Ling, who hadn't had a chance to speak, nodded, though of course he couldn't say anything either.

Right now, all he wants is to finish this quickly so he can go find his wife.

He scanned the assassins, an unknown power surging within him, an energy he estimated would be more than enough to deal with two of them.

He then gestured with his chin toward Xize Lu and Yan Mu, casually pointing to two assassins, his meaning clear: these two are mine.

He moved like lightning, rushing out in the blink of an eye, the ice spike hanging in his palm piercingly cold.

Even when facing two opponents, he remained calm and gradually gained the upper hand.

During the call connected to Xize Road, Yan Zhigao's excited voice could be heard.

"My lord, Her Highness the Princess has approved the application. The Alpha Squad is on its way to provide support, and six SSS-level members have been dispatched this time. Please hang in there a little longer."

On the other side, the butler was on a voice call with Yan Mu. Upon hearing this exciting news, he breathed a sigh of relief, wiped away his cold sweat, and then sent a message to his wife to let her know he was safe.

Thankfully, I've survived.

The butler had just finished sending the message when his gaze shifted and landed on Yan Mu, who was covered in blood and whose wounds were still gushing blood.

His gaze instantly darkened. In his heart, Yan Mu, though pretentious, was no different from his own son.

Without a word, he wiped the smile off his face, pulled out a sniper laser gun, and steadily locked the muzzle on the assassin in front of Yan Mu.

Seeing the elderly man so passionate, the young guards behind him were immediately ignited with enthusiasm.

"Come on, let's do it! We'll definitely rescue the young master!"

"If older people are this passionate, what are we lacking?"

"What? The butler is warming up."

Upon hearing this, the butler raised his chin and was about to pull the trigger, but being of advanced age, he strained his neck and twisted it with a "crack".

Judging from the sound, it seemed like a tendon had been twisted, and now it couldn't be straightened out; it could only remain frozen in that strange angle.

He forced himself to remain calm, put down his gun, silently took out a cigarette, lit it, and pretended that nothing had happened.

The guards nearby were speechless.

The battle raged on.

Xize Lu had a piece of skin shaved off his arm, and Yan Mu was in even worse shape, covered in blood; only Sha Ling was unharmed and fought more fiercely than ever, unstoppable.

Yan Mu glanced at Xize Lu out of the corner of his eye: "Is the mistress really SSS-level?"

Although Xize Lu also had questions, he was much more reliable than Yan Mu. He coldly replied, "I don't know."

In the instant he lost focus, two SSS-level assassins attacked from above and below, stabbing Xize Lu hard in the heart.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, leaned on his sword with one hand, and knelt on the ground, swaying precariously.

Fortunately, he was wearing protective gear; otherwise, that sword strike would have killed him instantly.

Upon seeing this, Yan Mu immediately shook off his opponent and rushed to provide support.

But her speed is nowhere near that of Sha Ling.

An ice spike pierced through the air, directly striking the enemy who was about to kill Xizelu, who instantly fell to the ground lifeless.

Yan Mu was taken aback, then blurted out, "Damn it, has he always been this fierce?"

Perhaps suddenly remembering something, Nishizawa hurriedly shouted, "Saya, keep her alive, she might be useful!"

Sha Ling was blinded by rage and wouldn't listen to anyone.

Just as Yan Mu was about to step forward to stop him, he was shot in the left shoulder by an assassin lying in ambush behind him.

Blood mixed with shredded cloth exploded, and the air was filled with the smell of burning. His face turned deathly pale instantly.

Immediately afterwards, he was shot in the heart.

Blood splattered, staining the light-colored clothes crimson, blooming like clusters of roses.

An excruciating pain swept over his entire body, and he fell backward like a withered leaf. In the last second before his consciousness faded, he saw a starship bearing the name "Alpha" approaching from the sky, and several fully armed sentries jumped down one after another.

As he lay dying, only two thoughts remained in his mind: could all of this be put behind him, and would he have another chance to see her?

……

At the same time, Lu Weiliang had successfully reached the door of Shenyu's room. Luckily, the door was not closed properly and was just ajar.

Lu Weiliang mentally prepared herself for a second before sneaking in like a thief.

She had already planned that when she saw Shenyu, she would first burst into tears, and then beg him to have mercy on her, this miserable believer.

Gods are compassionate and merciful, surely Shenyu wouldn't stand idly by?

The presidential suite is a two-story structure, and the interior is unusually quiet.

Lu Weiliang walked with a stoop, searching as she went, careful not to disturb others, her voice extremely low: "Lord Shenyu, are you there? This humble citizen, Lu Weiliang, requests an audience; my life is at stake!"

She walked forward without realizing it, and suddenly smelled a faint fragrance of sandalwood.

In front of her was some kind of room, surrounded by layers of pearl-embroidered gauze curtains, from which white mist constantly drifted out, and the sound of flowing water could be heard continuously from inside.

"Lord Shenyu? Are you there?"

A soft voice suddenly came from behind the pearl curtain: "...You were looking for me?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it was so gentle it was abrupt, startling Lu Weiliang, who was already tense.

The ground was slippery from the mist. She lost her footing for a moment, slipped, and fell straight into the beaded curtain.

With a "plop," she plunged into the warm pool water.

I looked up abruptly and met a pair of astonished golden eyes.