Poverty makes me capable of anything.

It's even tighter.

╭ (╯ ^ ╰) ╮

The young man blushed with shame.

what!

An Ran was slightly taken aback.

Is my charm really that strong? I can still bewitch someone even with a gun pointed at me?

Turtle.

"Tell me, where is the person who negotiated with Sven now?"

"Why are you asking this, beautiful lady?" the young man said with an awkward laugh.

"Will you talk or not!" An Ran lowered her gun.

The young man was surprised by An Ran's "thickness" after his thigh was poked painfully, and for some reason, his heart suddenly fluttered.

“It’s in the innermost guest room,” the young man said, forcing a smile. “What’s your name, beautiful lady? Would you be interested in discussing the philosophy of life with me? I’m Edge Aldington of the Aldington family.”

The questioning went smoothly.

With that thought in mind, An Ran plunged the knife directly into the young man's stomach.

He grabbed Aech's neck as he drew his sword.

"you……"

Aich's face turned a deep purplish-red, and he slurred, "Who exactly are you?"

"Huh?" An Ran looked at Ai Qi in surprise. "You're a strange person. Shouldn't you have asked me that when you first saw me?"

"You, you, you're not a man?"

At this moment, Aiqi's blurry vision also caught sight of the spray gun that Anran was holding in her hand.

"A man? How could that be? Of course I'm a woman."

An Ran looked completely bewildered. Did she look a lot like a man?

Is there something wrong with her aesthetic sense, or is there something wrong with the world?

"I... I never imagined I would guess wrong." Aiqi finished speaking these words in fits and starts before passing away.

I rub.

An Ran quickly let go of Ai Qi's hand and moved far away from him.

Goodness gracious, could this guy be gay? I'm terrified!

"Third Young Master! Third Young Master, what's wrong with you!"

The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man who looked like a butler stared in horror at the scene in the corridor.

His shout immediately drew out the group of people who were gathered in the conference room discussing the issue.

The third son of the Aldington family, lying against the wall with a stab wound to his chest.

A female murderer wearing sandals and a swimsuit, holding a knife and strange firearms.

"You bastard, die!"

The butler rushed up angrily.

He quickly retreated, leaving a small footprint on his chest.

"How is that possible? My external martial arts skills are already at the eighth level."

The butler was stunned.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Is being an eighth-dan really that impressive?"

"boom!"

Anran pulled the trigger, and the butler was riddled with bullets.

The explosive rounds were indeed quite powerful.

"what!"

"Murder!"

"There's an assassin. Where are the bodyguards?"

The people who had just run out of the meeting room immediately swarmed back in.

"JR is a disgrace."

An Ran quickly followed. The group of people in the conference room were all ordinary people, and under An Ran's guidance, they were quickly tied up one by one.

An Ran did not kill them for the time being.

After leaving the conference room, An Ran continued walking towards the guest room at the end of the room without stopping.

The guest room door was locked.

Are you hiding inside and not coming out?

With the gun pointed at the lock, Anran quickly pressed the button twice.

"bang bang"

The door was punched with more than a dozen small holes, and the keyhole was also broken.

"what!"

A piercing scream rang out from behind the door.

What an unlucky guy, just standing behind the door like that.

However, An Ran was also worried that the other party was seriously injured. If she accidentally killed him, it would be a real headache.

"boom!"

She raised her foot and kicked hard.

Even wearing sandals, with 44 points of strength, he still moved with ease when facing the broken door, as if kicking cotton.

With a crack, a large hole appeared in the door. After a few blows with the butt of a gun, Anran easily pulled the door open.

A middle-aged man in a white shirt was lying on the ground outside the suite, clutching his feet and staring in horror at An Ran who had burst in.

"What...what are you going to do?"

Although the person who came in was dressed very inappropriately for the occasion, the middle-aged man was no longer concerned with such details.

"You're from Morning Star, aren't you?"

An Ran grabbed his collar and asked him bluntly.

"I don't know what you're talking about." The middle-aged man shook his head.

"whispering sound--"

An Ran curled her lip: "Stop pretending. I know you're Morning Star's diplomat. This meeting with Sven Aldington was to act as a bridge between the Aldington family and the alien forces. Tell me, which alien force is backing Morning Star? What are your true objectives?"

The middle-aged man's eyes kept flickering, and he remained silent until An Ran finished speaking.

Since they won't talk, then interrogation is the only option.

So Anran used her best move.

Flammable liquid was poured onto the middle-aged man's arm, and flames slowly rose.

"what!"

He tried to pat the flames, but his arm was immediately pinned down by An Ran.

"To tell or not to tell."

An Ran threatened.

However, the middle-aged man not only remained silent, but also bit his lip tightly, looking as if he were ready to die.

We've run into a tough opponent.

An Ran slowly guided the flames toward the middle-aged man's lower body.

"Kill me, I would never betray the organization," the middle-aged man suddenly said.

She finally admitted that she was one of Morning Star's people, but her resistance gave An Ran, who was not skilled in interrogation, quite a headache.

After putting out the fire, she quickly tied up the middle-aged man.

“You must have something on you that can connect you to Morning Star,” An Ran murmured.

It's impossible for him not to be in contact with the higher-ups at Morningstar.

A cell phone, or something else?

An Ran searched the middle-aged man and found a cell phone.

“Even if you don’t tell me,” An Ran said, stepping on the middle-aged man’s chest, “I can ask the Aldington family. I don’t believe they can keep their mouths shut like you do.”

An Ran applied slight pressure with the soles of her feet, and the middle-aged man felt a tightness in his chest, but his heart was filled with even more panic.

He could choose not to speak, but the Aldington family...

Middle-aged people don't really trust the integrity of businessmen.

"You must be An Ran!"

At that moment, a slightly cold male voice suddenly came from the phone.

"Ok?"

An Ran raised her phone in surprise.

A voice continued: "I am Dawn, the current leader of the Morning Star Resistance."

Like a bolt of lightning in a clear sky, Anran froze.

Is the speaker the current leader of the Morning Star Resistance?

"leader!"