Abyss Solo

Chapter 83: 051 ‘Encounter’_2

The one who trained her was none other than the General she had seen that morning. He was someone with immense power and wouldn’t care about the life or death of an ant like herself, nor would he worry about any media exposure or public criticism.

—If she were lucky enough to live to see the media.

She had no choice but to carry out orders, hoping to gain some benefits known as money in return.

“I’m sorry, stranger…” she murmured.

The female bodyguard with sunglasses in the front seat turned to glance at her, whispering, “The target has already entered the mall, do you have any issues on your side?”

026 shook her head slightly.

“Execute the order, as we’ve rehearsed before,” the bodyguard whispered, “If you mess up, we’ll all be in big trouble.”

“I know.”

026 responded somewhat impatiently, turned her head to press the door release button, and jumped out, bowing her head.

Karmi had a keen pair of eyes, capable of sensing the preferences of different men. She and 026 had previously studied the interests and preferences of the target, Yang Ming.

He was a decadent rich young man, the heir to a wealthy businessman’s fortune, already accustomed to all kinds of luxurious experiences.

Thus, Karmi designed the current style and disguise for 026.

She wore smooth, flowing hair, with two little braids tied at the front, making her small face even cuter.

She applied a light blush, slightly lifted her eyelashes, and chose a youthful style for her lipstick; her shirt-and-pleated-skirt outfit made her look like a student.

Of course, 026’s own ‘foundation’ was very solid.

Long-time silent care, plus the advantage of youthful skin, made her skin as delicate and smooth as a boiled egg. Her innate qualities, along with high-priced cosmetic surgery tweaks, meant her pure attire still exuded intense sexuality.

There was no trace of earthly scents on her since Karmi would never let anyone with a number within a hundred entertain any guests. She resembled a young noblewoman, with posture and temperament having been rigorously trained.

Stepping in sneakers with inner height, 026 quickly walked toward the predetermined location.

Her network terminal was also a watch—a device with quite a high penetration rate—wherein text messages continuously flashed, reminding her to speed up, slow down, choose which elevator, which direction to go.

She was rapidly closing the distance with the target.

026 gradually grew nervous.

She repeatedly confirmed the content of her plan in her heart:

The start was a wonderful encounter, in which she would manufacture a personal crisis to stimulate Yang Ming’s protective instincts. Then, she would seize the opportunity to grab Yang Ming by the hand, initiating a run to escape the bodyguards’ pursuit, and at the right time, cause reasonable physical contact to stimulate the ‘exclusive hormones’ within Yang Ming.

Next would be an introduction, expressing gratitude over a meal, and releasing a favorable impression.

If Yang Ming showed signs of interest, the second step could follow—leaving contact information, parting from Yang Ming, and sending him a greeting message within twelve hours to ensure he knew she was at home and not in contact with any other men during that time…

‘He won’t last three rounds.’

026 sighed inwardly.

She stood in the slowly rising elevator, looking at her reflection in the smooth alloy doors, raised her hand to straighten her bangs.

026 lightly bit her lip, a slight helplessness in her eyes, but these expressions were quickly stowed away, replaced by the ‘panic’ and ‘helplessness’ required for this act.

The elevator door opened, nearing the floor where the target was located.

026 bowed her head and stepped forward quickly, moving a few steps in the opposite direction of the target, spotting two men in suits wearing sunglasses and wireless headsets ahead.

026’s expression subtly shifted, becoming a bit ‘angry’ and ‘flustered.’

She turned to run, prompting the two burly men to give chase.

Many ordinary citizens in the mall curiously glanced over, but no one stepped in to interfere.

In her ‘panic,’ 026 glanced ahead, where the target and his wealthy uncle were jokingly moving forward, their attention absorbed by the food brochure in their hands.

026 ran even more hastily, ensuring she would break a sweat and her later panting would be reasonably rhythmic for chest movement.

Twenty meters.

The number of suited men behind increased from two to four.

The side corridor also revealed two men in suits, seemingly aiming to intercept 026.

‘Sorry, sir, did I bump into you… Yes, that’s the line.’

Ten meters.

026 was prepared for the collision.

She aimed to throw her body directly into the target’s arms.

A twinge of guilt arose within her, but soon, a sense of anticipation and a desire for conquest accelerated her adrenaline, sharpening her focus.

Five meters, three meters, two meters…

026 saw the tips of his shoes and instinctively looked up, her body colliding into his broad embrace!

“Oh!”

The unimportant rich old man beside them exclaimed.

026 felt the solidity of his chest, and for a moment, she truly panicked.

She even, at that instant, felt a certain sense of dependency, imagining that enjoying this embrace would definitely make for a nice romantic experience…

Her arms were suddenly seized by someone!

026 hadn’t had the chance to understand what was happening when the large hand gripping her arm easily maneuvered her, and her surroundings spun as the mall scenery whizzed past.

Bang!

026 landed firmly, her arms gently twisted and secured as she lay sprawled, her crash jolting her senses nearly to the point of tears.

Before she could react, dazed, a voice sounded beside her ear.

The target called out to the equally confused bodyguards:

“Fellas! You guys are plainclothes cops, right?”

‘Huh?’

026 became even more bewildered.

Luckily, the bodyguards reacted swiftly, charging forth while shouting, “Let go of our lady!”

Yang Ming hurriedly released those slender arms, quickly jumping to his feet from a single kneeling position, protecting Kolev in front of him.

“Hey! A misunderstanding!”

Yang Ming shouted, “She ran straight at me, and I thought she was a thief going for the watch, and you were plainclothes officers capturing her! A misunderstanding, purely a misunderstanding!”

The guards piled in as if to start a brawl, but mall patrol officers blew their whistles.

The scene descended into chaos.

Kolev picked up his square glass phone, poised to call an old lady with political ties for backup.

…

In the evening, a spirited Yang Ming and a weary Kolev left the rooftop garage of a luxury hotel in Ilando City.

The sightseeing elevator slowly descended, with an impressive view of those slender ‘skyscrapers’ piercing the clouds.

Kolev laughed, “Today’s gains were good; we can pick one of those three places and maybe even haggle with them.”

Yang Ming raised his hand to rub his nose, mumbling, “Quite elastic, indeed.”

“What elasticity? Price elasticity?”

“That girl,” Yang Ming gave a sidelong glance, “came running at me. Let’s talk when we’re back.”

Kolev wondered aloud, “Did something happen that I don’t know about?”

Yang Ming shrugged.

He was about to make a quip when his watch suddenly vibrated, and the elevator stopped on the dining floor as if a guest was about to board.

Yang Ming raised his arm to take a look as the elevator doors slowly opened.

The message was from Lyu, containing only a simple sentence:

‘At the elevator door, quite an interesting affair.’

Yang Ming looked up to see both alloy doors gradually open, and the restaurant’s warm yellow light spilled in. A young woman stepped inside, adorned in a deep blue satin evening dress, carrying a small, wrapped pouch, her high heels clicking against the floor.

Kolev slightly frowned, clearly somewhat startled, though he didn’t show it much.

Yang Ming, however, was visibly taken aback.

Wasn’t this… the alluring woman, the cabin, the public shower room’s clash?

Talisha!

The palace maid who had died!