Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 14.14. She's actually a good child.
——Baplow Credit Lending Company——

third floor.

"Ding dong."

He Ye took the elevator directly to the third floor and walked out expressionlessly. What came into view was a magnificent and luxurious corridor, like entering the mansion of a nobleman, full of famous paintings and gold and silver.

The carpet was covered with a red spice pattern.

Perhaps because all the thugs had been driven away, He Ye didn't even see anyone in the stairwell—the atmosphere here was so peaceful, the light was warm and bright, there were rose vases, and even the windows were higher than the black smoke billowing from the factory chimneys.

He Ye could imagine the view overlooking the slums from here.

He walked down the corridor and cocked his gun.

There are only three rooms here.

He Ye was even lucky enough to meet the person she wanted to see in the very first room.

He kicked the door open with a loud thud—there sat a middle-aged man on a leather sofa, a cigar dangling from his lips, wearing silk pajamas, his large belly making it difficult for him to even stand up.

He looked up at the door that had been kicked open, confused, because it wasn't his familiar subordinate who walked in, but a strange man.

"you are?"

"Pavlo asked."

"who!"

Meanwhile, Baplo's two trusted henchmen also reacted. They were wearing sunglasses and black uniforms, and were far superior to the lower-ranking henchmen.

Two bodyguards stood up, protecting Baplo, and looked at him warily.

From the moment they met until they spoke, it was only a second. During that time, He Ye didn't waste any words. In the second second, when the security guards were about to draw their guns and shoot, he drew his pistol first and, almost without aiming, shot both of them in the head.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Two gunshots rang out, and the two security guards, who had been on guard, suddenly had their minds wandering. Only the corpses slowly knelt down or slumped in chairs, and red blood gradually flowed on the floor.

Pavlo's obese body trembled twice, and then cold sweat poured out of his body.

But he remained vigilant, only speaking:
"Who are you? Who sent you?"

He Ye wiped the muzzle of the gun with his fingers, too lazy to answer his words, but instead stepped forward, breathed hot air into his palm to gather strength, and slapped him quickly and hard across the face while cursing!

Snapped! !

"A newborn thing."

Instantly, a crisp sound of a hand striking a cheek echoed in the room, enraging Pavlo. His eyes widened in fury, and a sense of humiliation several times greater than pain surged within him!

But the next second, he turned off the engine.

With the gun barrel pressed against his forehead, the attacking man's eyes were fierce as he muttered a cursing tone:

"You feel satisfied when the emperor here makes you feel good, don't you?"

"I... I don't understand what you mean."

"I'm not afraid," Baplo said, glancing furtively at the two corpses beside him. They were both veterans who had retired from the battlefield, and their marksmanship, fighting skills, and loyalty were all top-notch.

But in just one encounter, without even the ability to resist, he was killed by the man in the British trench coat in front of him.

"I never even intended to get involved in this mess, damn it..."

He Ye sighed and cursed under his breath. He slowly lowered the gun barrel, his fingers rubbing the muzzle as if regretting that the golden bullets would be stained with blood.

Baplow felt an unprecedented sense of danger, more terrifying than having a gun pointed at his head. He tried to remain calm as he spoke:

"I... I don't know who sent you, but I can offer you double, no, even triple the money—if you let me go, is two million enough?"

"Two million?" He Ye looked up.

Baplow felt hopeful and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, two million. I can even give you cash right now if you're willing to let me go."

"Your life is worth 200 million," He Ye sighed.

“…” Pavlo realized the problem and said tremblingly, “Then, is two and a half million enough?”

“I mean it’s too high,” He Ye said softly.

"high?"

Paplo was stunned.

This was the first time he had been surprised by the word.

He Ye came up to him, grabbed his tie, and started cursing again:

"Nicole Griffith's life is only worth 9,500 crowns. She's pretty, a bit short and not very well-proportioned, but she's only seventeen." "And you, a fat pig with one foot in the grave, are worth 2.5 million—damn it, don't you think that's absurd?"

“I—” Pavlo was speechless for a moment, his eyes filled with confusion, because he couldn’t understand what the assassin in front of him was saying at all!
He Ye seemed to realize the problem, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he got angry again and waved his hand again!
Snapped!
"You piece of shit!"

Snapped!
"Too unconscionable!"

Clap clap clap!

"Remember, don't mention money to me!"

Invincible Spiral Explosion Combo Slaps!!
"Please, please let me go..."

A moment later, Pavlo, his face bruised and swollen, could only plead with a mournful expression; he had been whipped until his head looked like a pig's.

He Ye shook his reddened hands and took a breath. Although the throbbing was pleasurable, the effort was mutual. He really should have replaced it with something else.

Faced with his pleas for mercy, He Ye didn't hold back and cursed him back:
"Go to hell and think too much! You're going to die today, and it won't matter who comes—I'm telling you."

He Ye said, enunciating each word clearly, "In this office, there are antiques and ceramics as decorations, and a good record player on the table. This fat pig really knows how to enjoy life, doesn't he?"

"Who...who are you?! Why are you trying to kill me?!"

Tortured, Pavlo descended into hysterical rage and began to swing to the other extreme.

He Ye then realized that he was afraid of dying with his eyes open. Yes, how could such a villain die with his eyes open?

So He Ye moved closer to him and tightened her grip on his collar again:

“Listen, this is our first meeting. No one ordered me to do this, and we have no deep-seated grudges. I’m killing you simply because there are always things in this world that need to be done, nothing more.”

“You shouldn’t have made that child apologize to me. She deserved a bright and sunny life, but now she’s lost it. I feel sorry for her, and I can’t stand this kind of thing. As for who I am, let me think—you can call me Mr. Late Justice.”

As soon as she finished speaking, He Ye pinched his chubby cheek hard:
"Are you at ease now?"

This flirtatious gesture seemed absurd to Pavlo. The man in front of him was saying things he couldn't understand, and he didn't care about money or power; he just wanted to kill him.

"Madman, madman..."

"Ah, ahh—please, just let me go..."

Baplo's thoughts wandered back and forth, and finally he begged for mercy again, tears and snot streaming down his face. He Ye thought that this guy would have some backbone and let him give him a quick death.

To be honest, things have already gotten big enough, but destroying this den of iniquity in the slums isn't He Ye's only goal. He's genuinely curious about how Nicole Griffiths accumulated a debt of 24 yuan, and whether there are any lies in her words.

Let him live a few more minutes.

"You have an archive room here, right? The place where you keep the loan contracts?" He Ye asked.

"Yes, of course... What do you want to do?"

Baplo was so terrified of this man that he was completely subdued; the threat of death made him tremble.

"I want to see her loan agreement to find out why she owes such a large sum of money. Just lead the way."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bapulo, who was lying on the ground, had a gun pointed at his forehead again. Even though he was too fat to move, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and walk, raising his hands high. He had no time to think about why those bastards hadn't come to his rescue yet; he only had the thought of whether he could survive.

Soon, we arrived at the archives.

It's in the third room.

Baplo and Heye entered the archives together. The room was decorated like a library, with rows of shelves containing numerous documents in file folders, sorted alphabetically and by date. It contained all the company's loan contracts up to this point.

He Ye kicked the fat pig, making him howl and stay obediently in the corner, and then patiently started looking for Nicole Griffith's file folder.

The timeframe should be between three and four years ago.

The archives were very well organized, and with a bit of luck, He Ye quickly found Nicole's loan agreement, which stated the amount as—

"Ugh."

Wow.

Seconds later, the loan agreement was thrown on the ground; the fluttering paper was a shackle binding someone's life.

"You deserve to die..."

He Ye walked back to him and quietly cocked the gun.

"No, please don't kill me!"

boom.

Gunshots rang out, and blood flowed from the fat pig's head. He Ye simply sighed and breathed a sigh of relief.

She is actually a good child.

(End of this chapter)