The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

But as a sharpshooter who roamed around the world, his senses were extremely keen.

Even the slightest rustle of the wind or grass, he could detect.

The spine of the sharpshooter tensed in an instant, cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his heartbeat quickened.

But in the end, he still turned his head.

The crescent moon hung high, with sparse stars scattered thinly above.

The cold and faint moonlight cast upon the girl’s features, adding a touch of chilliness to her appearance.

She was even wearing slippers, her long hair loosely draped over her shoulders.

Her phoenix eyes were hazy, misted with a faint vapor.

As if she had just woken up.

Yet the heart of the sharpshooter abruptly seized, because he saw what the girl was holding in her right hand.

A Desert Eagle.

A hunting rifle.

He seldom used it, only keeping it in his backpack.

When he realized that his backpack was no longer at his feet, the sharpshooter finally understood that the girl before him was no ordinary person.

He exclaimed in horror, “You…”

“Bang!”

Ying Zijin pulled the trigger without even a hint of recoil in her wrist.

The reason the Desert Eagle was not widely used was due to its strong kickback.

It could very likely shatter the bones in the entire arm with a single shot.

Even if the shooter was a seventy-kilogram man.

Having taken down a sharpshooter, Ying Zijin remained indifferent, without a flinch.

She wiped the Desert Eagle, put it away.

She also packed the AS50 rifle the sharpshooter had used into the backpack and then picked it up.

Ying Zijin’s ears twitched, hearing footsteps.

She didn’t turn around.

Bracing her hand on the stair, she slid downward, her black hair fluttering in the air.

As an ancient martial artist, the momentous inner strength within her burst forth, and she leapt directly down from the eighteenth floor.

By the time the people behind arrived, there was no one left on the roof.

The bartender was oddly dumbfounded for a moment, shocked: “Who… who did this?”

When Fu Yunshen arrived and received the message, he too fell silent.

His information had undergone multiple encryptions; otherwise, even IBI wouldn’t be able to locate him.

This time, they were trying to lure the snake out of its hole by deliberately leaking the information.

Of course, it wasn’t released to every hunter.

It’s just that Fu Yunshen hadn’t expected that the seventh ranked Gun God would choose today to make a move.

A poor sense of timing indeed.

But what was even more unexpected was that before they even made their move, the target was already dead.

Just a few seconds too late.

“It’s not one of your lovers, is it?” the bartender asked before immediately denying his own question, “No, if you had a lover, I would definitely know.”

He paused, then asked, “Is it someone who has a crush on you?”

That was when Fu Yunshen finally looked up, his peach-blossom eyes lifting slightly, “There are many who harbor a crush on me; which one are you talking about?”

The bartender: “…”

Enough already, narcissist.

Although, he did have the looks to be a narcissist.

The bartender couldn’t understand, “You have so many enemies, who would help you? Not killing you is already good enough.”

Fu Yunshen did not answer, simply stating, “This is a warning.”

The bartender’s expression turned grave.

A warning to the other hunters not to act recklessly.

Or this would be the consequence.

But who was it, exactly?

Apart from them, who else would know there was a sharpshooter hidden here?

Even if they knew, who would have the ability?

And to help them on top of that?

The sharpshooters on the Gun God Ranking specialize in long-range attacks and have excellent hearing, making it difficult to approach them without making a sound.

Unless one had studied ancient martial arts and possessed inner strength to conceal their presence.

Fu Yunshen spoke no more, “Clean this up.”

“Oh.” The bartender called out to the man’s retreating figure, “Where are you going?”

“To give a little friend a gift.”

“…”

The bartender was expressionless.

Of course, he had seen that ‘little friend’ and had even observed her, but found nothing particularly special.

Apart from being good-looking, she seemed like an ordinary person, it was truly unclear what was so deserving about her that warranted such indulgence from his young master.

The bartender put on gloves, beginning to clean up.

**

Shanghai City remained tranquil, the night still long, unaltered by such a minor incident.

However, the NOK forum blew up.

Less than three minutes after the death of the seventh ranked Gun God, someone received the news.

Of course, it was the hidden forum that exploded, not the homepage.

The homepage as usual was filled with fortunetellers discussing feng shui, debating what to do when encountering a black cat at night.

To access the hidden forum, it wasn’t enough to have an NOK account; one needed 5,000 Growth Points for entry.

Growth Points could be increased by taking on bounties.

An A-rank bounty was worth 10,000 Growth Points.

Thus, the users active in the hidden forum were the real big shots.

A hacker was so confident when he sent the NOK login program to Ying Zijin because he knew even if she browsed around, she couldn’t reach the secret areas.

The hidden forum was usually filled with bounties of every level.

But tonight, new posts were emerging at a frenetic pace.

[What’s going on, what’s going on? The seventh ranked Gun God is dead???]

[Impossible right, the sharpshooters ranked before him are either busy with missions or it’s just the top three left, who could it be?]

[It’s been a long time since the top ten of any hunter ranking changed, are we about to see a shift?]

[Damn, I just went to wash my pants and now there’s this shocking news, can’t a man sleep in peace?]

[Only a Hypnotist or a Puppet Master could kill someone in the top ten of the Gun God Ranking, right? But why would they make a move?]

Hunters on the list usually wouldn’t attack each other, unless interests were involved.

Or if NOK had issued a direct bounty for the hunters to compete over.

[I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it.]

The screen was filled with “I don’t believe it.”

Until a minute later, when a new post appeared.