Chapter 522: Five hundred twenty-one, failure
Elder Mie Yu glanced out the window, "Young Prince, someone is aiming a weapon at you."
"I know," Song Yan Ning picked up her drink and took a sip, smiling indifferently. As a Cultivator, was she to be taken down by an ordinary human?
"Is it Han Shengmei who sent them?" Elder Mie Yu speculated. In Korea, the one with the biggest grievance against the Young Prince was only Han Shengmei.
"Mhmm," Song Yan Ning nodded.
"What does the Young Prince plan to do? Do you want me to take her out?" Killing intent flashed in Elder Mie Yu’s eyes. That arrogant girl Han Shengmei, if she were not the daughter of Han Jinhe, would have been dealt with a long time ago.
"I’ll do it myself." The smile on Song Yan Ning’s face slowly faded, turning icy cold. She had already warned Han Shengmei. If she didn’t cherish the opportunity, who else could she blame?
Han Shengmei’s hand trembled slightly while she was applying nail polish; she felt an inexplicable chill. Looking at her fingernails, she frowned and threw the nail polish into the trash bin.
After some thought, she picked up her phone and sent out a message. She felt uneasy, unsure if it was because of Song Yan Ning. However, reminded that she had hired the world’s top assassin, the chances of Song Yan Ning escaping were next to zero; her heart gradually settled. Now, she just needed to wait for the news.
Song Yan Ning and Elder Mie Yu chatted sporadically, paying no mind to the person lurking in the shadows waiting for an opportunity to strike. If they had to be concerned about such petty characters, then they might as well not return to the Demon World.
The assassin hidden in the darkness adjusted the weapon in his hand, and after making sure it was aimed at Song Yan Ning, he pulled the trigger. His employer had promised him a million dollars if he could take out Song Yan Ning.