The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84: 082 Happy 17th Birthday, Yaoyao

“Straight-line distance is 534 meters.”

“Wind speed is 2.7 meters per second.”

“There’s no fog and no large dust particles in the air, visibility is high.”

For a sharpshooter, such distance and weather conditions represented a rare opportunity.

A black earpiece hung from his right ear.

Dressed in a black bodysuit that stretched tight over his muscles, he blended into the night.

This spot offered a wide view yet was concealed, hard to detect.

A voice came through the earpiece.

“Ready to make a move?”

“Not yet,” the sharpshooter replied, frowning as he held his binoculars. “There’s an old man with him, I’ll wait until he’s alone before I act.”

It wasn’t because he was worried about harming the innocent; he wanted to minimize the noise.

The voice in the earpiece continued.

“You sure you don’t need my help? Tell me his details, and I’ll act with you. There’s no way he can escape.”

“No need,” the sharpshooter said without hesitation, “Why would I share my prey with you?”

Ten billion US dollars.

Just completing this bounty would allow him to rest for a few years.

The information hadn’t come easy; why would he share it with another hunter?

“Tsk, alright then,” the voice in the earpiece said indifferently. “But just so you know, not long ago, number ninety-four on the Gun God Ranking missed.”

“Fired five bullets and didn’t hit a regular person; you better be careful.”

The sharpshooter snorted coldly: “Mind your own business.”

He ranked seventh on the Gun God Ranking.

Could number ninety-four compare to him?

What a joke.

The sharpshooter cut off the communication and threw the earpiece aside.

He readjusted the height of his equipment and hunkered down again.

**

Inside the apartment.

Thanks to Ying Zijin’s care, Wen Fengmian’s health had greatly improved.

So, the meal tonight was prepared by him alone, with Wen Tinglan acting as his assistant.

The dishes were not particularly expensive, but they were home-cooked and delicious in both flavor and aroma.

In the center of the table was a large cake, with candles beside it.

Wen Fengmian removed his apron and wiped his hands: “The place is small, I hope it doesn’t disappoint you.”

Having lived in Qingshui County for over a decade, it was his first visit to Shanghai City.

Apart from Zhong Manhua who had once visited Qingshui County, Wen Fengmian hadn’t really interacted with people from the Four Major Wealthy Families and couldn’t help feeling a bit worried.

“Mr. Wen, you shouldn’t say such things,” Old Master Zhong hurriedly stood up. “It’s my honor to be here, you’re too polite.”

Beside him, Old Master Fu stared at the cake, his gaze almost hungry.

Fu Yunshen lifted his eyelids slightly, his expression a mix of amusement and annoyance: “Grandfather.”

“Ah? Cough cough!” Old Master Fu coughed and said sternly, “It’s not small; I think it’s quite fine. Elder Zhong and I used to cram into the same room, so this is nothing.”

Having lived through famine, the older generation didn’t have such delusions of grandeur.

Wen Fengmian was surprised by the two elders’ attitudes, and his heart relaxed a bit.

Old Master Fu then turned to the girl: “Zijin, don’t think your grandpa is old and just a roar emperor, he used to be very timid, afraid of the dark.”

Ying Zijin rested her chin on her hands, raising an eyebrow at this.

Old Master Zhong was furious: “Old Man Fu, don’t stir up trouble in front of my granddaughter, count for yourself, how many snacks did you steal from me when we were young?”

Ying Zijin: “…”

Fu Yunshen: “…”

Old Master Fu boasted triumphantly: “That’s because you were too dumb to catch me.”

Old Master Zhong was beside himself with rage: “Pah!”

He was still angry about that topic.

As kids, they had grown up as brothers, running around bare-bottomed.