Mission: 1

Jo Rumi was forced to give up her intention to sit down and play cards, and she saw two guards with athletic bodies waiting for her right on the left.

One of them approached her, whispering softly that Oliver had been waiting for her.

Rumi's gaze was fixed on an iron door guarded by four bodyguards. Seeing her arrival the four people pulled over to make way for Rumi. "Mr. Oliver is talking to an important guest, and you'd better wait a moment, Miss." The guard behind her whispered.

It wasn't Rumi who had a patient nature. She glared at him in disapproval and replied to the big man like a giant. "I came here to beat up your boss. I don't have time even to wait for him to defecate," Rumi replied with a sharp look.

Rumi turned when the metal door opened, from where she was standing, she could see Oliver's figure sitting with his back to the door. Her steps felt heavy when she saw the dark room as if it reminded her of bad events in the past. Rumi sighed, for her finishing business with Oliver was more important than thinking about her fear.

As Rumi expected, when she was in this room, the smell was quite musty, plus Oliver's cigarette smoke that filled the room made Rumi cover her nose.

"Sit down."

Rumi's steps stopped in front of Oliver. The man smiled under the light of the lamp, making Rumi feel horrified for a moment. She had come here purely to refuse Oliver's offer, but suddenly her courage was running low.

Oliver stubbed out the cigarette as Rumi sat down on one of the sofas not far from his place, "good to see you are fine. Want to drink something?" Oliver said, holding up a beer bottle.

Rumi smiled wryly, "Okay? You think so?" she asked disapprovingly.

Oliver shrugged his shoulders, "I think you're in a safe position now. You're out of prison and sitting here now. Is there something missing?" asked Oliver, of course, deliberately luring Jo Rumi.

In order not to cause a further fuss, Rumi immediately said her purpose here. "I didn't ask to be saved by you, Big Boss, nor did I want to work for you. I refuse all offers of any kind."

Silence, no one spoke. Oliver didn't take his eyes off him, nor did Rumi. Rumi's decision was unanimous, and she didn't want to be tied to this kind of business anymore.

"Too bad, even though I made a pretty attractive offer."

Oliver shifted his seat, picked up the glass on the table, and sipped his beer. "I think you'll be interested in my offer."

"I will still refuse," said Rumi.

Rumi's gaze grew sharper as Oliver rose from his seat, watching the man's movements. Oliver approached him, sitting on the sofa opposite Rumi. Currently, they were only limited by a table.

"You know we are alone here, and it's effortless for me to kill you," threatened Rumi.

"I will give you everything anyone wants, Rumi. Every criminal, criminal, or other dangerous person will want this." Oliver continued his sentence, not caring about this brunette-haired woman's threat.

But Rumi did not answer.

Leaning his body in front of Oliver with a sly smile, he knew the woman in front of him would not be able to refuse this offer.

"New identity. I'll give you a new identity."

Rumi's body stiffened. She looked at Oliver with a worried look, "I didn't know you heard it—"

"You won't be able to go anywhere if you still use the name Jo Rumi. If you refuse this offer, I'm sure you'll end up in prison."

"...or I'll put you in there myself," Oliver continued.

Rumi doesn't know how Oliver got to know her to wish. Rumi had wanted it before. She wants a new identity and a quiet life somewhere. However, all of that disappeared as soon as her husband died, and her life fell apart. She wanted nothing more from that day on. However, this time Rumi felt a dilemma. Doubts dogged her.

"Think about this offer, and there's no reason to turn me down anyway, Jo Rumi."

Catching the signal that Rumi emitted, Oliver stepped back. He managed to influence Jo Rumi, at least even though she hadn't decided yet.

"Tomorrow Marco will come to you if you are interested in this offer to stay in the place I have prepared beforehand. But if you still refuse, you are free to go anywhere and stay for two days because after that… welcome to prison."

***

Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Jo Rumi let out a shaky breath. All night she didn't sleep because she thought about the mission Oliver had given her.

Rumi had always worked for other people. Killing people was too familiar for her. From that work, Rumi was known by many people.

Even though she became wealthy through the profession, there are many dangers that lurk. Her life was never safe until one day, and she lost the person she loved very much.

Rumi rubbed her face. Outside, the sun had appeared. Soon she would meet Marco. During this mission, she would continue to meet the man.

[This mission is easy enough, you need to kill a man—I mean a celebrity who is quite famous in this country. I suggest you do it in three months, and I won't contact you during the mission. Instead, Marco will be the one watching over you, Jo Rumi.]

Oliver's words before she left the casino last night still lingered in her mind.

If there is a mission level, it may fall into the medium category. It is killing famous people, celebrities who are pretty loved by young people. For Rumi, this is not difficult, but approaching potential prey is also not easy.

Oliver should have asked her to shoot that person. From a distance or near, Rumi could do it. However, Oliver's request is very unreasonable, the man wants his potential prey to feel the bitterness in life, and Rumi will soon know that during her mission.

While thinking, Rumi felt someone coming. She approached the door and saw Marco getting out of the car. It turned out that The Loyal Dog was very diligent and reliable, it was only eight o'clock in the morning, but he had visited to discuss the assassination plot.

Before Marco could knock on the door, Rumi opened the door for him, leaving Marco in the doorway and continuing her activities in the morning.

"Want some coffee?"

Marco shook his head as the man placed a file on the wooden table. "Read all the plans in this map, study them all, and don't be too flashy."

Rumi glanced briefly while pouring hot water. "Sorry, Loyal Dog Oliver, but I've never worked under such rules. I will work my way," said Rumi.

"Unfortunately, you have to follow the rules this time, or else you want to end up in jail."

"Oh, was that a joke to you?" asked Rumi, feeling offended.

Shrugging his shoulders, Marco walked toward the front door. Preparing to leave Rumi's residence, "Today, you must do some research and pay attention to who your prey is because this mission is not easy."

Walking over to Marco, Rumi flashed a mocking smile. "What does a guy like you know about this job? An inexperienced person like you shouldn't talk too much."

Seeing an irritated look on his pale face, Marco sighed softly. He nodded in understanding and prepared to leave before their conversation heated.

"You seem to have misjudged people, Miss. Alright, then, I'll excuse myself."

Rumi watched Marco leave silently and kept an eye on the man's car until it disappeared from her sight.

"You are too sensitive, Rumi."

Yes, she's been compassionate lately. Even though emotions like this never provoked her, and Marco's words didn't need to be extended, maybe this was one of the reasons why she couldn't think rationally. She was too sensitive.