She sat there, her gaze questioning, holding a boy of about eleven or twelve years old. Her gun never left her side. Her eyes showed no signs of panic or fear, making it impossible to tell whether she was truly in trouble and seeking help.
Gu Shaocheng moved the corner of his mouth, coldly observing this woman of unknown origin, who claimed to be a subordinate of Tian Junhao. He watched her every move, his sharp eyes sweeping over her. She returned his gaze boldly and without any sign of weakness. Just her courage and calmness alone were enough to earn Gu Shaocheng's respect.
He took out his phone, nonchalantly saying, "I'll make a call."
Of course, the call was to Tian Junhao. No one would take lightly a mercenary who came to them voluntarily. During the call, the two bosses chatted casually. Junhao sent over a photo of the real Nightingale, confirming her identity beyond doubt.