The Gemini Princess wants me to confess my feelings!

As Song Xinyuan, the nature of his job meant that he often had to play the role of a patient bystander, a cold-blooded undercover agent.

He must prioritize his own safety and, if necessary, allow certain things to happen.

Even after transmigrating into the body of Wuyuan Xiao, he maintained this low-key and prudent style at all times.

It must be said that he fully identifies with these qualities in himself.

However, by the time he came to his senses, he had already begun to disguise himself.

He suddenly chuckled self-deprecatingly, didn't dwell on it for long, and quickly came to his senses.

He could not forget those who died because of his inaction, but he knew it was not his responsibility, nor was it his fault.

He cannot forget it because he always clearly remembers that his original intention in starting his career was to make the world a better place and to give people a better life.

When I was working, I had to maintain a stance and hold back for the sake of the bigger picture. Now that I've become a different person and have a new life, I might as well do something I want to do.

In two minutes, Kirihara Akira completed the transformation.

A thin shirt-colored jacket, work gloves, faded old trousers, work boots, a black hat, mask, sunglasses, and shoes two sizes too big—this outfit, which makes you look like a bad guy, had been lying in my backpack for quite some time, and today it finally came in handy.

Looking at the time, Kirihara Akira cursed, "The Japanese police are so efficient... Damn it, whatever."

Actually, he was completely wronged because he was too concerned. No matter how efficient you are, there is still a distance in this world.

Hanging his schoolbag on the clothesline in a house in the alley, he walked out. When he reached the outer wall of the club, he took a few running steps and silently climbed over the wall, stepping on the club's hard brick pavement like a ghost.

He climbed over from the side, but still headed towards the main entrance.

In front of the club's main entrance were welcoming steps and a path lined with flowerbeds, while two doormen were talking below the steps, unaware of Kirihara Akira rapidly approaching from the side—which was why he dared to take the risk: the enemy was sufficiently unskilled.

Five steps, three steps... engage the enemy!

Face to face, their final reaction was the threat and intimidation typical of the underworld. In their minds, words must precede actions; only then is it morally right.

Before the roar could even be uttered, Kirihara Akira's fist had already shot out, without hesitation, as naturally as a gust of wind.

His slender body concealed nascent muscles, and his understated, even inconspicuous, arms were slightly bent, silently gathering power. A fierce punch was thrown out, aimed straight at the thug's throat.

The heavy blow traveled down his skin, into his fragile throat and the muscles around his vocal cords, and quickly transformed into an indescribable, indigestible, and immense pain that overwhelmed him instantly. He was unable to react, clutching his throat, and collapsed to the ground in agony.

This is a brutal killing technique!

Song Xinyuan's body is trained regularly, but Wuyuan Xiao can only be described as healthy and well-proportioned, far from being strong. To defeat the strong with the weak and fight against many with few, he doesn't have much room to hold back.

The remaining enemy watched in shock as his comrade fell. He reacted with lightning speed, reaching for his waist, but this was an absurdly amateurish mistake.

Kirihara Akira pressed down on him, almost touching him. The other man quickly retreated, which was exactly what Kirihara Akira wanted.

The opponent retreated in panic, lost his balance, and ended up in the optimal attack range of Kirihara Akira's arm span. Kirihara Akira casually flicked his hand, his thumb slightly protruding, and casually flicked the heavy man's ear with his finger bones.

The man was struck hard on the vulnerable spot behind his ear. His vision went black, he fainted, and his body fell to the ground. Kirihara Akira casually drew the knife from his waist and let him fall with a thud.

Without lingering for even half a second, Kirihara Akira opened the door and brazenly and recklessly barged into the "dark room."

Such a move was extremely risky. Just because he witnessed six enemies enter the club did not mean that there were only six enemies inside. What if there were already people inside, and many of them? Then he would be in danger.

In this situation, the so-called "black room" club was actually brightly lit, and Kirihara Akira was all alone. The open and aboveboard environment was actually extremely disadvantageous to him.

He needs to take advantage of the chaos and make absolutely correct judgments in a short time. If there are too many enemies in the room, the only thing he can do is make a big enough commotion and then turn around and run away. Attracting attention and delaying time as much as possible is the only thing he can do. And most importantly, he also needs... luck!

He seemed to be lucky; there really weren't many people in the club.

He found the power switch without much effort, passing by the stove that emitted a fishy smell from the undisturbed sink.

Click, and the club was plunged into darkness.

Kirihara Akira's luck seemed to have run out at this moment.

The moment the power was switched off, the entire room was plunged into darkness. At the same time, from very close range, came the enemy's panicked shouts and footsteps—the sounds came from upstairs, as they were coming down.

"I can't run into them head-on..." Kirihara Akira made the decision, and in a flash, he ducked under the wide dining table, hiding in the darkness.

The enemy came down, maintaining a perfect distance between them, one in front and one behind, cautiously, and the one in front was carrying a gun.

Kirihara Akira patiently waited for them to approach. He should have waited until both of them got close at the same time, and one of them went to check the power switch before making his move. But just then, he noticed that the enemy with the gun in front of him took out his cell phone.

Was it a report of a problem, or an inquiry into the situation at the gate?

Regardless of the method, problems will be exposed.

There was no time to wait. Kirihara Akira made a decisive move. With her legs bent like a cheetah's, Kirihara Akira sprang forward silently, her fist slamming into her enemy's bent knee with a sickening crack.

The man cried out in pain and instinctively used the hand holding the gun to steady himself on the table. Kirihara Akira sprang up and plunged the knife in his hand down, piercing the man's palm.

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the restaurant and entered the phone.

......

......

The woman and the thugs listened to the screams coming from the phone, followed by a gunshot. Their faces turned pale, and their lips trembled slightly.

She ordered, "You, go check the situation. I'll go to the liaison group and find someone to help!"

The thug hesitated, as if he wanted to refute her irresponsible behavior of dumping trouble on him. Just as he was about to speak, a gunshot rang out from the end of the corridor.

The bullet pierced his thigh, and he collapsed.

Watching her subordinate writhe in pain, clutching his leg, a bead of cold sweat trickled down the woman's forehead as she stared intently into the dark corridor.

How many enemies are there? How could the gatekeepers let them in so easily?

The footsteps grew closer, and fear crept up her spine, making her itch.

If I had known this would happen, I should have brought more people and equipped everyone with a gun.

Regret is too late.

What to do? What to do?!

She saw the knife on the table and suddenly realized—a hostage! She had a hostage! The other party must have come to rescue Sen Qingye. As long as she captured her… In a flash of thought, she reached for the knife on the table.

However, a delicate hand moved even faster than her.

laugh!

By the time she realized what was happening, the knife had already pierced the soft spot below her shoulder blade.

"Ah, ah! You fucking dare!"

Mori Kiyoha's face was filled with a courage born of anger, a fearlessness bordering on madness. She pushed the woman to the ground and stomped on her repeatedly.

She remained silent, but it was as if she were cursing something.

Kirihara Akira quickly stepped forward and gently put her arm around Mori Kiyoha's shoulder, stopping her from moving.

Without much small talk or greetings, Kirihara Akira pointed his gun at the woman on the ground: "Who sent you? Which group are you from?"

The woman remained silent, seemingly to demonstrate her moral authority.

Kirihara Akira didn't have much time or patience. She stepped on the knife stuck in her shoulder blade and forcefully pressed down.

The woman let out a pained scream like a pig.

"I'll only ask you this one last time, who are you!"

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me..." The woman was so terrified that she lost the ability to speak.

Kirihara Akira didn't waste any more time arguing, because police sirens were already sounding outside.

He pulled the knife out from near the woman's shoulder blade, then took Mori Kiyoha's hand and led her outside.

"It was an emergency, and I wasn't prepared enough. I even called the police, which made things even more urgent. I couldn't hold back. I might have killed one of them. I don't want to get involved in a murder case, so I'd better leave now."