Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic Woman Uses Her Stunning Beauty to Complete Missions

Seeing this, a flicker of fear flashed in Lin Ting's eyes, but she still forced herself to remain calm and continued to shout frantically, "You wouldn't dare kill me! If you kill me, the entire Beast Realm will be your burial ground!"

However, her trembling voice betrayed her inner cowardice.

Shen Chumo didn't give her another chance. A resolute glint flashed in her eyes. "Then let's see whether the Beast Realm will bury me first, or you will go to hell first."

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly exerted force, and the dagger accurately stabbed towards Lin Ting's throat.

Lin Ting stared wide-eyed, seemingly unable to believe what was happening before her eyes. Her mouth was agape, as if she wanted to utter a final cry, but only a faint "clucking" sound could be heard.

Blood gushed from her neck, splattering onto Shen Chumo's face and body. The warm liquid made Shen Chumo frown slightly, but her gaze remained unwavering.

Lin Ting's body slowly fell to the ground, crashing heavily and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Her limbs twitched a few times, then she became completely still, only her wide-open eyes seemed to still be telling of her resentment and fear.

Shen Chumo looked at Lin Ting's corpse, took a deep breath, and slowly squatted down.

She used Lin Ting's clothes to wipe the blood off the dagger, then put the dagger into her spatial storage.

At this moment, her heartbeat gradually calmed down, and her mind became clearer. She knew that there were more important things to do next.

...

A major incident recently occurred in the Beast Realm: Lin Ting, the young lady of the Lin family and Anpu's fiancée, was mysteriously murdered in an abandoned factory.

Apart from Wu Feifei, no one knew why Lin Ting went to the abandoned factory.

However, they found Pei family tokens at the scene, and someone saw Pei Yan's guards appear near the abandoned factory at the same time.

All the evidence now points to the Pei family.

Lin Fang, the patriarch of the Lin family, stood on the cold stone floor of the morgue, his gaze fixed on the still body of Lin Ting. His face was so gloomy it seemed to drip water, and his brows were tightly furrowed, forming a deep furrow.

Actually, it's not entirely true that Lin Fang had a deep father-daughter relationship with this daughter.

Although Lin Ting is the one who resembles him most among his many children, both in personality and way of handling things, she has quite a bit of his style back then.

However, these so-called similarities are insignificant compared to the enormous benefits that a successful marriage with the An family would bring.

Now that Lin Ting has suddenly passed away, it undoubtedly means that the connection that the Lin family had painstakingly built with the An family has been so easily severed.

Thinking of this, Lin Fang felt a mix of annoyance and resentment.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent emotions and regain his composure as quickly as possible.

He suddenly waved his hand and sternly ordered his subordinates behind him, "Immediately send someone to the Pei family and tell them they must give me a satisfactory explanation within three days! Otherwise, don't blame the Lin family for disregarding past relationships!"

When he said the last few words, his voice unconsciously rose eight octaves, revealing his resolute determination.

Clearly, Lin Fang had made up his mind. If the Pei family could not give him a reasonable explanation or corresponding compensation, then a fierce family war would be inevitable.

At the same time, in a villa on the other side of the city, Pei Yan sat on the sofa.

He exuded a suffocating aura, and the surrounding air seemed to become heavy because of his presence.

That once handsome face was now expressionless, as cold and stern as a sculpture, with only a pair of deep eyes that occasionally flashed with a cold light, sending chills down one's spine.

The three guards in front of him trembled all over.

"Master, we really don't know what happened. After getting into the carriage, I inexplicably fainted, and when I woke up, Miss Shen was nowhere to be seen." The head guard's voice trembled, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Pei Yan's fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the sofa, each tap feeling like a blow to the hearts of the guards.

His gaze was as sharp as a knife, sweeping over the three men as if to dissect their souls and see if they were lying.

"Fainted?" Pei Yan's voice was low and cold, tinged with sarcasm.

“The three of you are all guards of our Pei family who have undergone rigorous training. How could you all faint at the same time? What a coincidence.”

The guards dared not look up, but stared intently at the ground, as if it were their only salvation.

The air seemed to freeze, making it hard to breathe.

“Master, we…we really don’t know what happened…” another guard tried to explain, but before he could finish speaking, Pei Yan raised his hand to interrupt him.

"enough."

Pei Yan's voice remained calm, but the chill within it sent shivers down one's spine. He slowly stood up, looking down at the three of them with an undeniable air of authority in his eyes.

"The three of you, go to the punishment hall to receive your punishment. As for Shen Chumo's whereabouts—" He paused, a sinister glint in his eyes, "I will personally find out the truth."

The guards, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, hurriedly kowtowed in gratitude and then practically scrambled out of the room.

Pei Yan stood still, gazing intently out the window.

The night was as dark as ink, and the distant lights seemed particularly glaring in the darkness. His fingers unconsciously rubbed his cuffs, and Lin Fang's angry face kept replaying in his mind.

“Shen Chumo…” he murmured, a cold smile playing on his lips, “You think you can escape my grasp like this? You’re too naive.”

He turned on his personal terminal and dialed a number.

"It's me." His voice remained calm, but there was an undeniable determination in his tone. "Find out Shen Chumo's whereabouts immediately. No matter what means you use, I need an answer within 24 hours."

After hanging up the personal terminal, Pei Yan sat back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and Shen Chumo's beautiful face appeared in his mind.

Her smile and her voice still seem to echo in my ears.

"Shen Chumo, where are you..." he muttered to himself, his fingers clenched into fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

At this moment, Pei Yan realized that compared to his anger at being tricked by Shen Chumo, he was more worried that Shen Chumo would leave his side. Unconsciously, had Shen Chumo become so important to him?

Just as Pei Yan hung up the personal terminal, there was a gentle knock on the study door.

He frowned, his voice cold: "Come in."

A middle-aged man in a black suit pushed open the door and entered, his expression respectful but with a hint of barely perceptible tension.

He is Pei Zhong, the old butler of the Pei family.

"Young Master, someone from the old mansion has arrived." Pei Zhong bowed slightly, his tone cautious. "The clan head requests your presence, saying he has important matters to discuss."