Alien Executioner

The girl An Xin was holding had her clothes in disarray. Even if she covered them with her coat, it still couldn't hide the fact that the girl was naked.

"Whether you come back at night is your own business. Just be sure." Xu Yuqing walked up to the girl and gently touched her head.

"She seems very tired."

"She stayed up late. She looked at the stars all night and even soaked in the hot spring water on the top of the mountain." An Xin lied without blinking an eye.

"Be careful and don't catch a cold. I don't want my daughter to be hospitalized often." Xu Yuqing specifically hinted at An Xiao who was in the hospital.

"Yeah." An Xin glanced at the open back door of the mansion, "Are you packing up? Are you going back to District 3?"

"There's no reason to stay any longer. We've met everyone we need to meet during this time." Xu Yuqing narrowed her eyes and said, "What do you mean by 'we'? You don't plan to leave?"

"There are still some things to deal with. It may take seven days at the fastest and a month at the slowest."

"If it's about the 002 coordinates, I don't think it's necessary. This is the matter of District . Just hand it over to the FACA branch and let them solve it themselves." Xu Yuqing turned and looked at the mansion, thought for a moment, and continued, "Or maybe you are doing this for Gu Zhilan."

"Li Fei's daughter." An Xin emphasized, "An Xiao's friend."

"I don't care about you. Just remember to be careful," her mother told her. "I don't want to see anything happen to my daughters."

Xu Yuqing glanced at An Ling indifferently, and An Ling understood the hint and handed the letter to the eldest lady. Because An Xin was holding her sister in her arms, she showed the letter to her.

"What is this?" An Xin frowned.

"It just so happens that you are not planning to leave yet. The Tananiya family hopes to organize some kind of charity event to get their so-called upper class to get acquainted with you. As for the marriage mentioned later, I will not interfere." Xu Yuqing finally smiled at her daughter, "The family will never interfere with your choice."

"Well, I understand, thank you."

Xu Yuqing didn't say anything else and walked away. An Ling hesitated for a long time and decided to stay for a while, wanting to say something to An Xin.

"I know you were there last night too. I hope the fragments from the explosion of the telescope didn't hurt your eyes." An Xin said lightly.

"Ahem." An Ling was embarrassed. "I thought you were too engrossed in the show to know."

"Do you have something to tell me?"

As the whole topic was about to be discussed, An Ling's face returned to calm, and she once again became the most mysterious housekeeper of that family.

"I found out about the maids who appeared around her recently." An Ling lowered her voice, "They might be related to Shang, just like that guy named Roni."

An Xin knew it a long time ago.

She looked at the girl in her arms and chuckled, "I'd better pretend I don't know."

"And that night at the Coster Theater." Ling said, "There were some damaged robots in the underground theater. I sent people to sneak into the palace and found a computer in the room of the Queen's cousin, the Princess's dead uncle. Although the computer was formatted, I recovered it through technical means and found some results. Those robots were not robots, but the dead who called themselves 'Xiao Qi'."

An Xin recalled the USB drive that Xu Yanqian had given her, which recorded the Shangs who would wake up one after another in the near future, but not "Xiao Qi".

"I even went back to the underground theater and caught a member of the flower shop who was there at the time through clues." An Ling said, "According to him, it was not the robot that Gu Zhilan defeated, but a red-haired woman who suddenly appeared. To put it in a vulgar way, that woman killed Xiao Qi in an instant."

"A ghost has awakened in that theater." An Xin understood.

"Not only that, she was very excited when she heard the name Tang Qiu. That's what the man said."

"Maybe father can explain the truth." An Xin carried the girl into the mansion, "But that's all for the future. We all need to rest for a while."

"I almost forgot to report the situation of the Patriarch to you." Ling then remembered, "The Patriarch is doing well now, but he can't make public appearances for a while."⑦

……Nine

Somewhere, the woman on the bed sneezed, "Who is thinking about me again?"

She reached out her hand, recalled the Bagsas she was controlling, and gently stroked it.

"Yu...Ge..."

Bagshas uttered a dull whisper, and this time the sound was not manipulated, but originally belonged to him.

"Shhh."

The woman pinched it, as if twisting plasticine, and made a gesture of silence.

Chapter 207 Invitation Letter (I)

The waiter smiled and took out a small statue. The statue was made by the world master Ange. It was a little loser with his head raised.

An Ran was a little confused, but did not show it. She took the statue of the little bad boy with absolute indifference and played with it in her hands.

The reason why he was confused was that he woke up to find himself in an unfamiliar room. Realizing something was wrong, he immediately disguised himself as a man. When he went downstairs, he saw a bustling scene in the hall. Many dignitaries gathered together, and all kinds of goods were placed in the hall.

There were exhibits of jewelry, clothing, and some items that looked like children's toys. Celebrities came to observe and select these items, accompanied by waiters. The scene was no less than a banquet hosted by the An family. Buyers would also take photos and post them on social media. It was like a charity party.

An Ran has participated in several charity events because of her status.

The value of the exhibits made him more convinced that this was a charity event rather than an auction. The most valuable exhibits were jewels, and the materials and craftsmanship of these jewels were not top-notch. If it were not a charity event, they would have no reason to be interested in it.

An Ran asked the waiter and found out that this was a charity sale held by the Tananya family. The location was chosen at Queen Veloria Manor. All transaction proceeds would be donated to the Canary Foundation. This charity sale was held every year, but this year almost all celebrities were present because of the patronage of the heir of the An family.

It goes without saying that it was my sister who brought me here.

Thinking about last night’s date on the mountaintop... An Ran felt it was better not to think about it.

My body ached so much, but perhaps I was completely used to it, as I was able to remain standing even when my legs were weak from the pain.

He was playing with the sculpture of a little loser in his hand, and the waiter introduced it attentively:

"This sculpture is called 'The Mark of the Sunset'. Although it is made of yellow mud, it was made by the master agent, Mr. Ange. He is not only the originator of the agents, but also a first-class sculptor. The little wretched boy with a shrugged face is lifelike. I heard that the inspiration came from Mr. Ange's last disciple Chu Xiaolu. It's perfect for collection, and it can also get rid of bad luck..."

The waiter noticed that An Ran was absent-minded, so he waited patiently. He had no intention of trying to persuade this young master An.

Just wanted to leave some impressions.

"The scars of the setting sun."

An Ran gently put the small sculpture back into the display case, turned around and asked the waiter, "Why is it called this name?"

"This... Mr. Ange's naming method has always been very special." The waiter was stumped by the question. He didn't expect that Mr. An would be concerned about the name first.

"Spending 60,000 yuan just for a sculpture? I have never had any interest in art." An Ran frowned.

"In order to show your love, all the sales revenue from this charity event will be donated to various children's foundations and the Red Cross through the White Bird Foundation." The waiter smiled.

"In that case, I'll take over this place. I don't want the things, so I'll donate them to the children." An Ran said calmly.

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then smiled repeatedly, "Mr. An, this won't do."

"This sculpture is very good." At this time, a familiar voice came from behind. An Xin took the sculpture handed over by the waiter and looked up to ask, "How much?"

"Sixty thousand yuan, can be accepted through any channel of transfer or cash." The waiter became nervous. The woman who appeared was the eldest daughter of the An family.

"Well, I have an account in Canary Bank. After the charity event is over, my financial advisor will contact you to settle the account together." An Xin threw the small sculpture back with such swift movements that it seemed as if she was buying vegetables. She was not worried at all that the small sculpture worth tens of thousands of dollars would be broken.

An Ran's gaze followed the sculpture and he saw the family's red-clad waiter pushing a cart filled with goods for sale.

She seemed to be shopping in a supermarket.

An Ran followed her sister's steps nonchalantly, lowering her voice.

"Why am I here?"

"We don't actually have to attend the charity event held by the Tananiya family, but this morning is the day my mother set to leave." An Xin explained, "Before leaving, my father found me and hoped that we would attend. I knew that the people going to Base 002 would show up, so I brought you here."

"I understand. You want to use this charity to get in touch with that person." An Ran looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, and spoke in a slightly awkward tone.

"Last night's attempt...did it produce any results?"

It was difficult for him to say this.

"I'm sorry." The elder sister sighed and shook her head, "Sister, you didn't get pregnant."

An Ran breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know what that feeling was like, so he asked more questions.

Looking at his sister's regretful expression, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"How are you?" His sister asked him about his health. "I will try to be gentle when controlling those tentacles. Don't be shy. If you feel any discomfort, tell me immediately."

"Very bad." An Ran responded coldly, with some complaints.

Thinking back on last night, it seemed like the whole night, and the last memory stayed at the moment when the morning light rose, and it was already the next morning.

This woman has unlimited stamina.

Anya was unconscious at the time and felt that her body no longer belonged to her. Recalling those details, he turned his head away with a cold face, trying to refuse to have any more negotiations with his sister.

An Xin noticed her brother's awkwardness and smirked, "I have a recording."

"There's no point in recording something like that." An Ran glared at her.

"Not all of them, just a few sentences." An Xin stretched out her slender fingers and waved them on his face. "Do you want to guess which sentences they were? You must know them. You've been repeating them all night."

"do not remember."

An Ran knew that if she continued to guess, she would fall into her sister's trap. Instead of doing that, it would be better to just say that she didn't know.

He really didn't remember the enjoyment he had last night... Last night's torture was too long and his mind was in a complete mess.

His sister leaned close to his ear and, ignoring his refusal, she repeated softly: "'Don't leave me', 'A little more', and ..."

An Ran's face changed drastically. She covered her sister's mouth and glared at her fiercely.

"You'd better forget it all, otherwise you will never see Anya again in your life!"

He felt uneasy and tried to snatch his sister's phone, "And delete those recordings too!"

"I was just kidding, there's no recording." An Xin tilted her head, smiling, as if she had succeeded in a practical joke, and she playfully seemed to be five years younger.

"You're excited, which means you believe it." An Xin tapped his forehead. "You believe it because you recalled what happened last night and found that you did say those words. My sister's performance last night was quite successful. She has become completely dependent on me and has gradually become an idiot who can't think."

An Ran was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and then threatened: "My dear sister, believe it or not, I will transform back to my true form right now and fight you in front of everyone!"

"I was wrong." An Xin coaxed, "I was just teasing you. I found it quite funny to see you look so frustrated with your cold face."

"You never know how to comfort people." An Ran sighed.

"So I've been learning, for you."

An Xin turned around and motioned for the waiter in the exhibition area to come over. Her tone suddenly turned cold, "I want all these exhibits."

She only smiles and is gentle when she chats with her younger sister. In fact, seeing Miss An Xin smile is enough to make the world boil.

Chapter 208 Invitation Letter (Part )

"There are so many people here, how can you be sure to find that person?"

An Ran followed her sister and joined the others shopping in the supermarket. Soon her cart was full to the point of overflowing, attracting many surprised looks. Although the An family had a lot of money but nowhere to spend it, they really looked like nouveau riche by piling together items worth hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars.

He didn't think that his father had told his sister what the man looked like. If he knew the man's identity, he could just visit him directly. Looking for an opportunity at a charity sale was just a waste of time. With the power of the An family and FACA, as long as the man was a public figure and had power and status in a certain area, they would always be able to find him.

"Do you think I'm looking for someone?" An Xin answered the question irrelevantly.

"Isn't it true that you have been wandering around, especially to crowded places."

"Places with many people mean that the exhibition area there has more precious things and is more expensive. I'm looking for the most valuable items." An Xin said calmly, "This charity sale is held every year, but few people know that those who donate the most can get a special invitation."

"Invitation card?"

"It has nothing to do with the Tananya family. Among these celebrities, somewhere we can't see, someone is secretly watching everyone. He will observe the family background of each celebrity and weigh the value of cooperation. If the person who is valued happens to be the recipient of the highest donation, then he will send an invitation letter."

"He is the person my father was talking about." An Ran said.

"Yes."

His sister told him:

"Anjia will definitely suit his taste, but my father stressed that he must be the highest donor. I don't understand, but it doesn't matter, right? Just a shopping trip at that time, emptying the official car was only a few million."

An Xin has never been stingy with money.

An Ran glanced at the cart in front of the waiter and reminded him to correct her: "It's not several million, it's 13.4 million."

"so much?"

My sister was surprised. "Didn't the waiter just say that it would only cost 4 million to settle the bill?"

"Come on, big sister, that was half an hour ago. When you heard that it was only four million, you thought it was too little." An Ran held his forehead with his hand, "This is just a charity sale."

“It still doesn’t feel like enough.”

An Xin looked up towards the new exhibition area. Several expensive diamonds were sparkling in the glass display case. The waiter in this area greeted them with a smile and began to introduce them enthusiastically. Every waiter was like this. It seemed that they had been waiting for the An family for a long time. During this process, other people would come from time to time to find topics to talk about.

An Ran knew that her sister was going to start shopping again. A small cart was obviously not enough, and she would probably spend tens of millions before she would give up.

Feeling a bit bored, he turned around and wandered around. The eyes of the celebrities who had been loitering nearby for a long time lit up. They were just waiting for the brother and sister to separate so that they could have a chance to chat them up.

But they all failed. When they approached with a smile, An Ran just nodded politely in response, then turned his head to look elsewhere without giving them any extra glances.

This was An Ran's signature move, meaning he refused the next conversation. Most people would leave tactfully, but Young Master An had already made his refusal clear, and continuing to strike up a conversation would only ruin the first impression.