Chapter 102 - Self-Rescue Manual of a Villainess

Fube Zhengsi was knocked down by a punch, and his life and death were uncertain in an instant, which made the atmosphere in the field tense. Nan Yin's eyes began to turn cold. She instinctively reached for the weapons in the system space, but her rationality stopped her from shooting. However, it was clear to Nan Yin at this point that Zhuo Ya was a supernatural ability user, and her level was definitely not low. In this situation, Nan Yin had no idea if her conventional weapons could kill the woman in front of her. Moreover, even if Nan Yin had the ability to defeat Zhuo Ya, there were still eight guards from the motorcycle club and more high-ranking members present, all armed thugs. No matter how capable Nan Yin was, she couldn't possibly fight so many people in such a confined space. Even if she could barely protect herself, Jiang Mi by her side might not be as fortunate. Just as Nan Yin was about to pull out her "Sudden Inspiration," a figure suddenly appeared behind her and stopped her from reaching for her gun. Nan Yin looked up and saw that it was none other than Fube Zhengsi, who had just been smashed into the wall and was now alive and well. "Fube, are you okay?" Nan Yin asked anxiously, confirming that the person in front of her was indeed her subordinate, Fube Zhengsi. She had not expected him to survive such an attack! Fube Zhengsi nodded slightly and said, "Miss, don't worry about me. I'm fine. This level of attack is not enough to hurt me." At this moment, Zhuo Ya, looking at the man in black military uniform in front of her, also became serious. She had put all her strength into that punch just now, but the man in front of her seemed unscathed, not even a speck of dust on his clothes. Did he evade her attack... or did he completely block it? Zhuo Ya did not know, but she could not hold back, because at this moment, it was clear that the man in front of her was an ability user of the same level as herself. Zhuo Ya's mind was in turmoil. A harmless smile immediately appeared on her face, and she slowly took her seat again. "So, these are Nan Yin's people? My apologies for the offense." Facing Zhuo Ya's one-hundred-and-eighty-degree change in attitude at the moment, Nan Yin smiled inwardly. Who was the one who punched a hole in the cement wall just now? Who was the one who saw the first punch being caught and then immediately threw the second punch? However, such socialites were familiar to Nan Yin in her past life, so she didn't pay much attention. As long as Fube Zhengsi was fine, everything was still negotiable. Since Fube Zhengsi, the so-called expert, appeared, Zhuo Ya's attitude towards Nan Yin and the others also made a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree change. After chatting warmly with Nan Yin about the company's business for a while, she graciously saw Nan Yin and Fube Zhengsi off. As Nan Yin and her party exited the restaurant, Fube Zhengsi led the two young girls behind him towards a nearby alley. It wasn't until around ten minutes of turning left and right that Fube Zhengsi respectfully nodded to Nan Yin. This was a deserted small street at the moment with no one around, and because it was midnight, the shops on both sides were closed, leaving the street dark and eerie, with the water vapor after the rain making it feel quite eerie. Nan Yin nodded in understanding and then picked up the terminal to call Bai Lang. After the call went unanswered for a moment, she hung up. Soon after, two old SUVs approached from the end of the street, and the huge headlights instantly illuminated the previously pitch-black street. After the vehicles stopped in front of Nan Yin, Bai Lang, dressed in a white suit, got out, followed by ten men and women in various attire, all armed. "Miss, there are people following you from behind. Do you want us to take care of them?" Bai Lang saw Nan Yin and immediately got to the point, shocking Jiang Mi even more. However, Nan Yin remained calm. It was evident that she had already noticed those tracking her. "No need. We will have future cooperation with the motorcycle club. We don't need to alarm those people... and also," Nan Yin said as she glanced at the armed men and women behind Bai Lang, "we need to let Zhuo Ya know what power we have." Bai Lang nodded in understanding. It was then that Nan Yin truly took notice of the ten men and women behind Bai Lang. "Are these the ten elites you selected?" "Yes, Miss. These are the ten excellent candidates I have selected," Bai Lang said, inclining his head towards the group, who then all bowed to Nan Yin in unison, "Greetings, Miss!" Seeing this, Nan Yin gave Bai Lang a meaningful look. The team seemed to be trained well, but this was the first time she had seen them. It seemed that it was time to make plans to fully incorporate this team under her authority. But... come to think of it, wasn't it a bit strange to be addressed as "Miss"? At this moment, with ten people addressing her so formally, one might think she was the heiress of the Dragon Qian Group, even more so than Li Meng, the actual heiress. It seemed a bit overbearing. "It looks good. I just wonder how they will perform in actual combat, Bai Lang?" Nan Yin looked towards Bai Lang and inquired about the combat capabilities of this force. "Faced with armed police-level engagement, they can all come back unscathed." Bai Lang assured Nan Yin, a little proud. He had trained this team entirely according to the armed municipal officers of Basra. So, there was no need to worry about facing ordinary gang battles and the police. Nan Yin nodded, showing no objections. It was only then that she brought up a detail. "However, our attire needs to be unified, don't you think? After all, we will have to represent the company's image in the future." Upon hearing Nan Yin's words, Bai Lang and Fube Zhengsi exchanged a glance. Bai Lang then asked urgently, "Company? I wonder what kind of company Miss Nan Yin plans to establish?" "What kind of company? Bai Lang, take a look at our current lineup. Those abandoned factories can't just sit there, and we need some income, don't we?" Nan Yin tilted her head and smiled mischievously. Bai Lang furrowed his brow, pondering for a minute before realizing, "Miss Nan Yin plans to sell weapons in the Philo District, right?" Nan Yin shook her index finger teasingly, "Not quite... I also plan to package our company as a security company. We have weapons, people, and training. I don't think that would be a problem for you, would it, Bai Lang?" Upon hearing this, Bai Lang immediately felt his heart race faster. Not only was he likely to be promoted to the head of security for a security company, but it also meant that the Basra slaves who had come with him would have a much better future—one where they could find work in a company under his supervision, which was much better than barely surviving in the war-torn area of Basra! "Well then, does Miss have a name in mind for our company?" Fube Zhengsi, who had been silent, suddenly asked this question. "Of course," Nan Yin smiled and nodded, "we'll call it -" "Ambrela International."