Xu Mu looked at Jiang Huihui's expression and smiled.
"So, the bet between you and your grandfather is about becoming an Environmental Squad Captain, right?"
"Exactly. Back then, I was just a Junior Cleaner. Grandpa gave me two years—if I reach the rank of squad captain in the sanitation bureau, he'll agree to dissolve the engagement."
Jiang Huihui nodded. "But since promotions only happen once a year, as long as my points reach the threshold, it still counts as completed."
"How much time do you have left?" Xu Mu asked curiously.
"Not much. Based on my current score, I'm ranked around fifteenth."
She sighed deeply.
"And if the time's up and you fail?" Xu Mu looked at her back. "You'll accept the marriage?"
"No way! I'll just run away from home if I have to."
She puffed a bubble and said coldly.
"Let's go to the Feng family. I want to 'accidentally' run into the assassin."
Xu Mu suddenly suggested. He planned to help her out a little anyway—earning Fate Points on the side wouldn't hurt.
"The Feng family? They're the ones trying to kill you?"
"Yep. I heard they paid a fortune to hire a powerful assassin."
"Powerful? Perfect! The stronger they are, the more points I'll earn!"
Grinning with excitement, Jiang Huihui rode her e-bike straight toward the Feng family estate.
When they arrived, the place was surrounded by police cars.
The public backlash had clearly reached the authorities—official action was underway.
"I saw the news this morning. The whole Feng family deserves it!"
Jiang Huihui, a chronic doomscroller, had even shared the news herself.
Then she spotted a familiar face among the police and drove over.
The middle-aged officer noticed her and quickly greeted her. "Miss Jiang."
"Why so many officers?" she asked.
"Feng Kang and Feng Ruili fled in advance! They're not at the estate. We're still investigating."
Xu Mu chuckled quietly—clearly, the Fengs had realized there was no chance to clear their names.
If there had been, they would've stayed put.
Since they'd run, their vast business empire was now leaderless.
That made Xu Mu think of Chen Cai.
Shady or not, she was now technically the first heir in line.
Just then, Xu Mu suddenly felt someone watching him.
Ever since reaching the Mystic Art Realm, he didn't need to consciously use his senses—he could feel everything around him naturally.
He extended his awareness—and located her.
Across the road stood a woman in black sportswear and a cap, her long hair draped down. She was staring right at him.
Her jacket was unzipped, revealing a tight black top beneath—one that could barely conceal the deadly presence within.
Even with slimming black clothes, her aura couldn't be ignored.
Carrying a school-style backpack, she slowly approached.
Moments later, she crossed the road—stopping five or six meters away.
Xu Mu glanced at her face: covered with fake acne scars.
Did their organization really never change disguises?
He activated the Divine Eye, and her information appeared before him:
Name: Yun Wu
Role: Assassin — Female Lead of "The Master Descends the Mountain: My Seven Senior Sisters Are National Beauties"
Favorability: -1
Fate Level: 8 / 10
Xu Mu clicked his tongue. As expected—Yun Wu, ranked fifth on the Death List, codename "The Waltzer."
Since she'd shown up, there was no reason to linger here.
"I'll drive," Xu Mu said casually to Jiang Huihui.
She blinked in confusion but saw him wink—so she nodded.
"Alright."
The Feng estate sat on the outskirts of the city.
Xu Mu rode the e-bike along a quiet road leading out of town, with Jiang Huihui sitting behind him.
Looking at his broad back, she felt a strange emotion stirring.
If her fiancé were a man like this, she might actually consider it.
Her grandfather would probably approve too—he loved traditional painting, and Xu Mu was a master-level painter.
"The assassin's following us," Xu Mu said suddenly.
"What?"
That snapped her out of her daydream. She turned around instinctively but didn't see anyone.
"Alright, we'll stop here."
He parked by the roadside and led her down toward the riverbank.
That's when she noticed—a woman was walking toward them from the river's edge.
Seeing it was a woman, Jiang Huihui's interest dropped. Another low-tier assassin, probably.
Still, assassins meant points, and she'd take whatever she could get.
Hands in her pockets, she puffed another bubble. She wondered—how did Xu Mu even know it was her?
Had this woman attacked before?
Yun Wu passed by them silently, not striking right away.
She walked straight past Xu Mu toward the distance.
Jiang Huihui was just about to ask if he'd misjudged—when Yun Wu suddenly turned, flicking her fingers.
Jiang Huihui's eyes widened—she instantly released Gang Qi outward.
Boom!
The air rippled violently as a silver embroidery needle was knocked aside midair.
The smaller the weapon, the harder it was to generate force.
She hadn't expected this woman to have such skill.
When Yun Wu saw her attack fail, she swiftly drew a dagger from her bag and lunged at Xu Mu.
So—that was it. No wonder Fan Shiyu's attempt failed; this guy had a Gang Qi-level bodyguard.
Jiang Huihui smiled, shoving her hands deeper into her pockets as she charged forward.
As Yun Wu closed in, Jiang Huihui lashed out with a high roundhouse kick.
Crack!
The ground under Yun Wu's feet fractured, leaving a deep pit—but her figure vanished.
Jiang Huihui's eyes widened. She'd missed!
She spun around—Yun Wu was already behind her, blade aimed at Xu Mu.
Cold sweat prickled her neck. If the woman had attacked her instead, she'd already be seriously injured—or dead.
This woman was a real expert.
Excitement lit up Jiang Huihui's eyes. Capturing a killer of this caliber—how many points would that earn at the sanitation bureau?
Xu Mu watched Yun Wu's approach calmly. "Hey—look behind you."
Swish!
Yun Wu didn't even glance back; her dagger sliced toward his throat.
But Xu Mu simply leaned backward, letting the blade whistle past harmlessly.
Yun Wu frowned, readying another strike—when Jiang Huihui stepped between them.
"Your opponent… is me!"
Pulling her hands from her pockets, she reached straight for Yun Wu.
Clang!
Yun Wu slashed at her wrist—careful not to kill, just to cut.
But—snap!
Jiang Huihui caught the blade mid-swing, her palm glowing with colorless, water-like Qi.
Meanwhile, Xu Mu stood aside, hands in his pockets, watching the spectacle.
He loved watching women fight.
Of course—except when it was his women. That only led to broken furniture.