Go crazy, who can be crazier than you? [Villainous Female Supporting Character]

With a twist of the throttle, the cool motorcycle shot off with a "whoosh," nearly throwing the unsuspecting Sang Ling off.

After getting used to its speed, Sang Ling felt the cold wind blowing against her face and her hair.

Face it with a smile.

Give me back my helmet!

After rejoining the main group, it is unclear what Song Chuyi said to the person in charge, but they agreed to let Sang Ling accompany them.

Ignoring the gazes that were intentionally or unintentionally taking their look, Sang Ling leaned lazily against the motorcycle, watching the little red dot on her phone getting closer and closer.

Satisfied.

When Song Chuyi returned, she was carrying something in her hand and casually tossed it to Sang Ling, saying, "Put this on."

"What is this?" Sang Ling looked at it and saw that it was a vest made of a special material and was a bit heavy.

"Something that can save your life."

Sang Ling held it in her hand and examined it carefully, then glanced at the same vest Song Chuyi was wearing and frowned.

"This bulletproof vest is no good; it's too thick and heavy. It hinders movement and isn't aesthetically pleasing either."

Song Chuyi's lips twitched at her comment. When people are truly walking on the edge of life and death, who cares about these things when they are in danger? As long as they can save their lives, that's all that matters.

"If you think it's too heavy, why don't you make a lightweight one yourself?" Song Chuyi said casually.

There are actually lighter and thinner bulletproof vests available, but the production cost is too high, so they are prioritized for teams that need them more.

Given Captain Chen's rank, they could only use ordinary bulletproof vests.

What was said in jest was taken seriously by the listener. Sang Ling looked at the heavy vest in her hand, thought for a moment, and then nodded in agreement.

"Okay, it shouldn't be too difficult."

She remembered a soft yet strong metal material that would be perfect for making bulletproof equipment.

Song Chu was stunned for a moment, her expression one of surprise. "You can even make bulletproof vests?"

Sang Ling looked up at her, "What do you think I can do?"

Song Chuyi was stumped by the question.

If her identity is to be kept secret, then Sang Ling's identity is encrypted; how would she know what she does?

The conversation stopped abruptly.

Song Chuyi not only made her wear ugly clothes, but also smeared strange things on her face, and finally handed her over to someone.

"You stay by his side for a while and don't run around. I'll come back to pick you up."

That sounds like you're suggesting she go to daycare.

Song Chuyi was very busy, and before she could finish giving instructions, someone called her over.

After she left, Sang Ling and the person in charge of leading her stared at each other, and in the end, he just sighed silently and told Sang Ling to follow him.

He led Sang Ling to a group of fully armed people, told her to wait where she was, and went inside himself.

Among a group of tall, strong men over 1.8 meters, the petite Sang Ling stood out.

It looks just like a burnt little potato mixed in with a bunch of black eggplants.

It drew sidelong glances from onlookers.

This alerted the people inside who were speaking, who turned cold and demanded, "What are you looking at?"

"Report, there's a small potato." Someone answered instinctively.

The crowd dispersed, revealing Sang Ling outside the crowd, and Sang Ling was able to see the people inside as she had hoped.

His listless eyes lit up instantly.

Her eyes sparkled as she gazed longingly at Fu Zhirang in the crowd.

Fu Zhirang was also taken aback when he saw Sang Ling. Even though her face was completely disfigured, he still recognized her at a glance.

The little girl, who should have been staying at home obediently, appeared so beautifully.

The person who brought Sang Ling whispered something in Captain Chen's ear, and Captain Chen's gloomy expression softened slightly, but he remained serious.

"Pay attention, you..."

Before Captain Chen could finish speaking, Fu Zhirang, who was standing next to him, suddenly walked towards Sang Ling.

After his initial surprise, Fu Zhirang's mood instantly plummeted. His lips tightened, his jaw clenched, and anger surged in his eyes.

The air pressure around him dropped to freezing point; those who knew him well knew he was very angry.

As Fu Jiaojiao walked towards him step by step, Sang Ling stood still, staring at him expectantly, appearing rather obedient.

Standing in front of the little girl, a powerful aura enveloped her, radiating an oppressive pressure.

His right thumb brushed against the camouflage makeup on her face, and his beautiful, thin lips uttered a cold voice, "How did you get here?"

Just two hours ago, she obediently promised him that she would stay home and wait for him.

Sang Ling raised her flamboyant face and answered softly, "Song Chuyi brought me here."

Fu Zhirang's eyes turned cold.

Song Chuyi? Very good.

While busy, Song Chuyi suddenly sneezed, and a chill ran down her spine.

Who, and who is plotting against her?

Fu Zhirang looked at her with displeasure and said in a low, cold voice, "Zhou Bei, take her back."

This is utterly ridiculous! What do they think this place is, just following along like that?

The thought of the potential dangers he might encounter made Fu Zhirang's face turn terribly grim.

“No.” Sang Ling refused angrily.

Fu Zhirang looked at her with a gloomy expression, "Zhou Bei."

Zhou Bei stepped forward helplessly, saying with a troubled expression, "Miss Sang, please."

Seeing that the other party was determined to send her away, Sang Ling was both angry and annoyed. She angrily buried her face in Fu Zhirang's chest.

Fu Zhirang's expression changed after being bumped into, and he pursed his lips as he looked at the little girl who had bumped into him out of anger.

Did she practice Iron Head Kung Fu?

Zhou Bei silently looked away, pretending not to see it.

Seeing that Fu Zhirang still wouldn't budge on letting her stay, Sang Ling snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Zhou Bei quickly followed.

Fu Zhirang stood there, his gaze following her retreating figure, his eyes dark and unreadable.

Zhou Bei was very efficient and quickly found a car, so Wei Shu drove her home.

Because of the previous misunderstanding, Wei Shu was a little embarrassed when he first saw Sang Ling.

Without hesitation after receiving the assignment, he assured Zhou Bei that he would safely take Sang Ling home before driving away.

Watching the vehicle drive away, Zhou Bei frowned uneasy.

it should be no problem?

Wei Shu was a chatterbox, and he kept talking to Sang Ling after getting in the car, but Sang Ling, who was in a bad mood, didn't want to talk at all.

He glanced at the rearview mirror outside the car, his gaze falling on the figure of Captain Chen as they talked and walked away into the distance.

I could vaguely see Song Chuyi, fully armed, leading a person wearing a hood out.

Wei Shu turned to look at Sang Ling and saw that she was staring at the rearview mirror. He suddenly wanted to say something.

“Miss Sang, you don’t recognize me, do you? I’m Wei Shu. We’ve met before, but you probably don’t remember.”

Sang Ling glanced at him leisurely, then turned back lazily, uttering two words with disdain.

"Pancakes".

"Holy crap!" Wei Shu exclaimed in surprise, "How did you recognize me? I was disguised like that."

“Intuition,” Sang Ling said listlessly.

Wei Shu sighed, "No wonder she's the woman who won over the boss; her intuition is so accurate."

"Don't blame the boss. This operation was very risky. He was just afraid you'd get hurt if you stayed here," Wei Shu couldn't help but explain for Fu Zhirang.

Sang Ling, who was leaning lazily against the car window like a cat enjoying the breeze, lifted her eyelids and turned to look at him.