A Big Shot's Woman Is Wild and Fierce

“Don’t worry, my life is quite valuable. I’m not ready to throw it away here. Grandma is still waiting for me to come home!”

Speaking of Mu Chengxi’s grandmother, Wen Xin couldn’t help but smile. Just before Mu Chengxi made the call, Wen Xin had received one from Old Madam Mu, who had urged them to come home soon, saying she missed them.

Mu Chengxi, seeing the tenderness in Wen Xin’s eyes, suddenly felt a softening in his heart and spoke in a gentle tone, “Alright, when I return, we’ll go back to Beijing…”

“Mm, we’ll wait until you finish your business, then head back to Beijing.”

After a casual exchange, Hall Master Zhou came looking for Wen Xin, and Mu Chengxi ended the call with her.

Standing a step away, Hall Master Zhou watched as Wen Xin’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, her tone returning to its usual coldness.

“Is everything ready? If so, let’s set off.”

“Everything is prepared, Miss Wen. We’ve arranged for another team to leave without the goods first. You can take the goods and leave later…”

Hall Master Zhou looked at Wen Xin with difficulty. When Muxi left, he had been worried about encountering danger on the road and arranged for a few people to escort Muxi away.

After a recent check, he realized they were short on manpower. The few people assigned to protect Wen Xin had left with Muxi, leaving her security detail noticeably reduced.

Seeing the troubled expression on Hall Master Zhou’s face, Wen Xin smiled faintly, “Don’t worry about me; I can protect myself. Let’s all go together. If we split up, we’ll be wiped out.”

If they were already lacking in combat strength, splitting up would only result in one outcome: total annihilation.

Hall Master Zhou looked at Wen Xin’s calm demeanor and couldn’t help but frown slightly. He felt that although Wen Xin was capable, her real combat experience was far too limited.

“Miss Wen, my idea is that we act as bait while you…”

Hall Master Zhou had not finished speaking when Wen Xin raised her hand and interrupted him.

“If you can consider yourselves as bait, do you think they wouldn’t guess your intentions? And since they probably have more people than you expect, they won’t miss any opportunity to intercept!”

Having said this, Wen Xin looked up at Hall Master Zhou, seeking his opinion, giving him time to think.

Wen Xin was lounging on the sofa, having found a comfortable position earlier while talking with Mu Chengxi, and she didn’t change her posture while speaking with Hall Master Zhou. Her whole demeanor appeared much gentler.

Just as Wen Xin finished speaking, Hall Master Zhou’s phone began to ring. He gave Wen Xin an apologetic glance before answering the call and stepping out of the living room.

A few minutes later, Hall Master Zhou returned to the living room, looking somewhat distressed as he began to speak.

“Miss Wen, it seems a bit difficult to return now. Mr. Mu Bei just called to say that they have encountered those mercenaries at the checkpoint. The mercenaries had replaced the personnel there, and after checking the vehicles without finding what they wanted, they allowed Mr. Mu Bei and his cars to leave.”

“How about we wait? Once Mr. Mu Bei brings reinforcements, we can head back.”

“Do we really have to wait three more days? In three days, anything could happen. Where are the new firearms you purchased? Show them to me!”

Wen Xin stood up from the sofa and walked outside, Chief Zhou followed behind Wen Xin, utterly unable to guess what Wen Xin intended to do.

However, he didn’t stop Wen Xin’s action and took her to the warehouse where the firearms were stored.

Upon entering the warehouse, Wen Xin saw neatly stacked large boxes with code labels. She followed the codes and stopped by a box marked J—M2000.

“Do you have a crowbar?” Wen Xin looked at the sealed box and turned her head to ask Chief Zhou. She needed a suitable weapon to pry the box open.

“Miss Wen, the contents here are just parts; they need to be taken to the assembly room and put together before they can be used. You right now…”

Chief Zhou, watching Wen Xin’s movements, began to guess what Wen Xin wanted to do, but the content was just a pile of parts, not a complete weapon…

“You might have forgotten, I have another name—I’m ‘slightly tipsy.’ Give me a crowbar!”

Wen Xin’s gaze was piercingly cold as she looked at Chief Zhou. How could she not be aware of what was inside the boxes? The rule of shipping parts only had been established by her to the 26th institute; unless there was a special price involved, the 26th institute would agree to assemble the items.

A single mention of “I am ‘slightly tipsy’” rendered Chief Zhou speechless, and someone following behind him immediately found a crowbar and handed it to Wen Xin.

Wen Xin took the crowbar and deftly opened the box containing the parts. She found a set of components, sat on a nearby box, and began to assemble them swiftly.

In less than five minutes, before everyone’s eyes, Wen Xin had assembled a sniper rifle, causing everyone to involuntarily gasp. No one could have imagined a woman being so familiar with firearms.

Even the assembly team would need an hour to assemble a sniper rifle.

But she had done it in just five minutes. What kind of sorcery was this…

Without so much as glancing at those people, Wen Xin once again approached the box, took out an ammunition bag and a black cloth bag, and also a professional scope.

The crowd watched Wen Xin’s actions with complex expressions on their faces. They had never seen a girl be so cool.

“Miss Wen, you… You’re preparing to take action?”

“What else? Just sit and wait? How much time do you think you have to waste here?”

There was a touch of derision in Wen Xin’s eyes. She knew one truth: only power could assume control. Simply hiding would let others take that control.

Confronted with Wen Xin’s disparaging look, Chief Zhou touched his nose and didn’t dare to speak again.

“Get ready, then. If you think you’re up for it, come with me. If you don’t trust me, I can take you back and you can stay here waiting for Mu Bei to bring people over.”

Wen Xin walked past Chief Zhou to the already assembled sniper rifle, checked the ammunition, mounted the scope onto the rifle, adjusted it, and loaded the bullets.

After adjusting the sniper rifle, Wen Xin packed it into the black cloth bag and, turning around, looked towards Chief Zhou and the people behind him.

“In twenty minutes, those who are willing to leave, gather in the square; those who prefer to stay can remain here. Wait until Muxi regains consciousness, and he will arrange what to do with you.”