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The gentle smile from earlier had vanished, and He Qingming's gaze was cold as he stared at Xiang Xueer in his arms. "What a pity, my dear, this old fool's fortune is all mine now!"
Xiang Xueer's smile instantly froze on her face. She glanced sideways at the gun He Qingming had pressed against her lower back and sneered, "Hmph! I knew it would be like this. Sorry, but I, Lone Wolf, never share my prey with anyone!"
She slowly withdrew her hand from He Qingming's back, revealing a small syringe with a bit of red liquid remaining inside. Shaking the little device in her hand, she swiftly turned and snatched the gun from him.
With a thud, He Qingming fell to the ground. A sudden wave of anesthesia coursed through his back, rendering him unable to move. He lifted his head to look at Xiang Xueer and shouted, "You... you thorny scorpion! What did you inject me with?"
As Xiang Xueer opened the chamber of the gun, she tossed the bullets onto the ground one by one with a clattering sound. Leaning down to look at He Qingming, she smiled and said, "It's nothing, my dear. Just a little farewell gift. Don't worry; it won't hurt much. After the anesthesia kicks in, your heart will fail. Just relax; I'll make sure to spend your money well!"
From the beginning of their collaboration, she had known that he was just like her—he would never share the spoils even if he got the money. So this anesthetic syringe called Blood-Red Sunset had been prepared long ago.
Xiang Xueer waved her hand and turned to walk towards the Land Rover. This was her last deal; after getting the money, she planned to wash her hands of this business and enjoy life with enough funds for her later years.
Behind her, He Qingming struggled on the ground as his face began to twitch violently. With great difficulty, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a trembling gun, aiming it at Xiang Xueer’s back.
"If I can't have it, no one else can!" He Qingming shouted furiously, using his last ounce of strength to pull the trigger. He gasped for breath as his pupils dilated rapidly before succumbing to heart failure. Hearing the furious shout behind her, Xiang Xueer turned around just in time to check.
With a bang, a tremendous force struck her chest. After a sharp pain coursed through her body, she looked down to see blood seeping out from under her clothes.
She had been shot—and it was a direct hit to the heart. Xiang Xueer fell to her knees with a thud, gazing at He Qingming who was still holding the gun. Damn it! That bastard still had a gun; she had made a mistake—was today really going to be her last day?
Slowly moving her body against the wheel of the car for support, she looked up at the starry sky and sneered softly, "Hmph! Countless murders ultimately lead to one's own demise!"
A gentle breeze swept in, carrying a faint scent of blood. Xiang Xueer closed her eyes, and from that moment on, 'Lone Wolf' completely disappeared from the assassin world.
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