They don't actually think I like them, do they?

"Mangzi, you're hopelessly infatuated with love!"

Mangzi muttered to herself, clutching her head and letting out a heavy breath. Her eyes hardened, as if she had resigned herself to her fate.

One minute later.

Mangzi got into Lin Han's car again.

"After thinking about it carefully, I realized it's been a long time since I've sparred with a master, so I'd like to give it a try."

Before Lin Han could even feel happy, Mangzi spoke again.

"Just pay me the commission based on the market price in 2019, which was the year I retired."

"What was the market price in 2019?"

Mangzi took Lin Han's phone and helped him log into a shady website.

This black website, entirely in foreign languages, features a 2019 global mercenary cost ranking, with a total of TOP 100.

It features top assassins from all over the world, both individuals and groups. Since the hiring fee is directly proportional to their skill level, it can also be understood as the world's top 100 mercenaries of the year.

"I didn't know there were websites like this." Lin Han was amazed. "Which number are you on?"

“No. 1,” Mangzi said casually.

Lin Han's eyes widened.

At the top of the leaderboard is a personal mercenary known as "Dead Son".

"You're fucking the strongest mercenary?!"

Lin Han was dumbfounded. He had always thought it was just talk, but he never expected Mangzi to be serious!

Sure enough, "Mangzi never boasts!"

The black market website shows a starting price of "two million US dollars" for "the deceased son." This is the starting price; the final price will depend on factors such as the difficulty of the mission and the distance.

This price is practically going to kill Lin Han.

No, this price tag is higher than being an idol, why would anyone want to be an idol?!

“An idol is a dream,” Mangzi said with a smile.

"As an old friend, I'll give you a discount. Write me a song and that will cover your commission."

056. No.1 (3K)

"A word is settled!"

Seemingly afraid that Mangzi might change his mind, Lin Han quickly said.

Mangzi smiled and looked at Lin Han gently. Soon, that look slowly turned into determination.

"Let's go."

21: 34.

There are only 26 minutes left until the fireworks display ends.

Lin Han returned to this place, the same place that had made him flee in such a sorry state an hour earlier.

Lin Han dared not beg Mangzi to avenge him; he only asked that Mangzi could bring the two of them out alive, and that would be enough.

The car stopped at the intersection. Lin Han rolled down the window and pointed to the mansion in the distance.

"Sister Mangzi, that's it!"

"OK."

Mangzi got out of the car and walked straight along the main road.

"Wait a minute, aren't you going to equip yourself?" Lin Han called out to Mangzi from behind.

After all, Mangzi infiltrated alone. Even if he didn't change into a lighter combat suit, he should at least wear black clothes for the sake of concealment.

"Are you teaching me how to do something?"

Mangzi turned his head and gave Lin Han a disdainful look.

"It's all so long-winded, just watch from behind."

Having said that, Mangzi strode forward.

Lin Han was speechless, but still worried, he got out of the car as well.

"Sister Mangzi, what is your battle plan?"

Lin Han ran to Mangzi's side and asked cautiously.

"There's no plan. If I had to say, Mangzi's forte is assassination," Mangzi said earnestly, stroking his chin.

As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them arrived at the gate.

Lin Han then realized that he should have climbed the wall!

He was about to pull Mangzi away when, unexpectedly, Mangzi pulled a rocket launcher out from under her skirt.

The missile was launched, its fire flashing in the twilight.

"collapse--"

The gate collapsed with a crash.

The two guards, holding instant noodles, looked at them blankly.

"You call this an assassination??" Lin Han shouted from the side.

Soon, the alarm sounded again over the mansion.

"Warning! Warning! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!"

The guard captain's voice became hoarse from shouting into the walkie-talkie.

This is the third time today!

The first time they tried to deceive everyone, the second time they stole small things, and the third time they just barged in through the front door!

What day is today?! Why are we being forced to work overtime today?!

A group of fully armed guards rushed out, and more than a dozen black gun barrels were aimed at Mangzi.

“Stand behind me,” Mangzi said in a low voice.

In that critical moment, Mangzi instantly pulled an AK47 from under her skirt.

"Tu tu tu tu——"

Blue light shone brightly in the darkness. Before the dozen or so guards could even fire their guns, they were all shot in the legs and fell to the ground one by one.

Mangzi blew the smoke off the muzzle of her gun, raised her hand and tossed her golden ponytail, then swaggered into the garden.

Lin Han, standing behind him, was stunned.

Is this even human?!

I knew that when Mangzi bullied me, he was clearly holding back!

"Attention! Attention! The advance team has disappeared without a trace!"

"Everyone retreat to the villa! Protect the young lady's room!"

"No matter what, we cannot let anyone take Miss away today!!"

With the order given, all the mercenaries returned to the villa.

In the monitoring room, the security captain repeatedly replayed the footage on the screen, his expression growing increasingly grim.

That familiar gesture of pulling a gun from under a skirt... and that insane speed at which he draws the weapon...

Could it be that person?!

"Captain, we should retreat back to the villa!" a guard burst into the monitoring room and shouted.

Before him stood the head guard, tears streaming down his face.

"It's no use, we're all doomed..."

"Team leader?"

"It's that mentally ill No. 1 here!!!" The head guard grabbed him by the collar and broke down in tears.

...

Mangzi kicked open the villa door.

Lin Han drew his sword and followed closely behind.

"Sister Mangzi, I'm here to check your butt!"

"No need, just play some music for me."

"Huh?" Lin Han was taken aback.

Mangzi pulled a speaker out from under her skirt and handed it to Lin Han.

“I want to hear the song you wrote for me, ‘The Rain Is Still Falling,’” Mangzi said with a smile.

"Listening to music while playing FPS games is a big no-no!" Lin Han exclaimed in horror.

"I want to listen!" Mangzi pouted.

Lin Han had no choice but to take the speaker.

"I'll sing it for you."

Mangzi took out a microphone and handed it to Lin Han.

at the same time,

The third floor features a spacious living room with a long corridor running alongside it.

Dozens of disheveled guards stood there, their gazes resolute.

The leading veteran looked at everyone and delivered a passionate speech.

"We have nowhere to retreat. Miss Yan is right behind us. For the sake of the chairman, let us burn ourselves out here until the very last moment..."

Just then, a strange noise came from downstairs.

"The rain outside the window has been pattering for three days and three nights, hasn't it?"

"Just like you, my dearest, who hasn't answered the phone for three days and three nights?~"

Everyone stared wide-eyed at each other in disbelief.

As the music grew louder, everyone's little cutie suddenly appeared!

Mangzi poked his head out, revealing a look of surprise.

"Hey, it's here!"

Then, a beautiful pink Gatling gun was pointed at them.

“Da da da da da!!”

"Scatter!!" the veteran shouted in terror.

The guards scattered. Some hid in other rooms, others behind sofas, bullets ricocheting across the floor.

The guards, realizing what was happening, tried to draw their guns and engage Mangzi in a firefight. However, Mangzi gave them no chance to breathe; she didn't even bother to find cover, her Gatling gun firing relentlessly!

"The rain is still pouring down, aren't you scared?"

"Still haven't found a home after all these years?"

"The rain is still pouring down, and I'm so scared!"

Lin Han's deafening singing came from the super loud speakers, completely drowning out the gunshots.

This is utterly mental pollution!

This extreme fear, a double blow to both the body and mind, makes life worse than death!

The mercenaries covered their ears and groaned in pain.