The Mysterious Man 2

Gu Ling didn't plan to stay at the Lu family's house.

Why would she? She wasn't just the daughter of the Gu family in small Haiyun City.

She was the King of Agents, someone who had once ruled the shadows of the world.

She had her ambitions, and she had a mission she needed to complete.

Thinking back to her previous life before rebirth, she felt a burning hatred.

On that day, she had led her elite agent team on one of the most secret missions in the world.

They were unstoppable, untraceable—until it happened.

Betrayal.

She was ambushed, surrounded by traitors in the Amazon rainforest, a place filled with deadly beasts and unending dangers.

Her own comrade, Black Bear, had smiled wickedly as he spoke.

"Lingqi, your biggest weakness is trusting your people too much.

"You trusted me because of our 'friendship,' but I've already killed Nine Foxes, Liehu, and Thunder Dragon.

"Now, it's your turn! Once you're gone, I'll take the title of King of Agents for myself! Hahaha!"

Her loyal teammates, Nine Foxes, Liehu, and Thunder Dragon, people she had fought alongside for nearly ten years, had all been slaughtered.

Their bodies were thrown into a meat grinder, crushed into nothing, just to provoke her.

Even with her years of training, her emotions got the better of her.

She lost focus for just a second, and that second cost her everything. Black Bear shot her.

She died in the mud, filled with rage and sorrow.

Gu Ling clenched her fists as she stared at the moon high in the sky.

"Nine Foxes, Liehu, Thunder Dragon, I won't let your deaths be in vain.

"Black Bear, wash your neck and wait. One day, I'll take your head and offer it to my fallen comrades!"

....

As Gu Ling walked down the dark mountain road, her steps were calm and steady.

The Lu family villa was far from the city, hidden on a mountainside where no one lived nearby.

She had been walking for about 30 minutes when she heard the distant hum of an approaching car.

It was a Rolls-Royce, sleek and shining under the moonlight.

In the back seat of the car sat a man in his mid-twenties.

He wore a crisp white shirt that highlighted his lean, elegant frame.

His face was flawless, like it had been carved by a god, handsome to the point of making both humans and gods jealous.

He sat with his eyes closed, completely still.

His presence was so commanding that Qin Yu, the man driving the car, barely dared to breathe.

After a long silence, the man finally opened his eyes. They were sharp and full of authority.

"When is Mrs. Lu's birthday banquet?" the man asked in a deep, magnetic voice.

"Third Master, it's three days from now," Qin Yu replied cautiously.

The man hummed in acknowledgment and closed his eyes again.

As the car continued down the road, the headlights suddenly illuminated a figure standing in the middle of the street.

"Stop!" Qin Yu shouted, slamming on the brakes.

SCREECH!

The car came to a sudden halt, barely half a centimeter away from hitting the woman.

Gu Ling stood there, completely calm.

She didn't flinch or show any fear, as though nothing had happened.

Qin Yu, on the other hand, was drenched in cold sweat.

Moments later, there was a knock on the car window. Nervously, Qin Yu rolled it down to see Gu Ling's face.

She leaned casually against the car, her arms crossed. Her expression was calm, almost playful.

With a teasing smile, she asked, "Hey there, handsome. Mind giving me a ride?"

Before Qin Yu could answer, the man in the backseat spoke coldly.

"No. It's inconvenient."

His voice was icy and dismissive, leaving no room for negotiation.

"I'm sorry, miss," Qin Yu said quickly. "It's really not convenient. You should find another way."

He restarted the engine, assuming she would give up and leave.

But before he could drive off—

THUMP!

The car suddenly dipped as something heavy landed on the roof.

Gu Ling had climbed on top of the Rolls-Royce.

"Since it's inconvenient for you," she said casually, her voice muffled through the roof, "I'll just sit up here. Let's go."

The relaxed tone made Qin Yu's face darken immediately.

What kind of woman dared to treat the Third Master's car as her personal ride?

Meanwhile, in the backseat, Lu Lingxiao's thin lips curved into a faint smirk.

She's an interesting woman.

It had been a long time since anyone had managed to pique his curiosity.

Suddenly, Lu Lingxiao made a surprising decision.

"Since she insists on sitting on the roof, let her. Qin Yu, drive."

His calm, commanding tone startled Qin Yu.

As the engine roared back to life, Qin Yu couldn't help but think, This doesn't make any sense.

The Third Master never tolerates anyone getting close to him!

He remembered a time when a woman had accidentally touched the hem of the Third Master's coat.

She'd been dragged out and forced to spend a night in the company of ten wolfhounds that hadn't been fed for days.

And now, there was this woman, calmly lying on the roof of the car as if it were her own personal lounge.

"Has the world turned upside down? Or is the sky about to rain red?"

But Qin Yu knew better than to question his master's orders.

The Rolls-Royce finally came to a stop at the edge of the city.

Gu Ling opened her eyes lazily. With a graceful flip, she jumped off the roof and landed lightly on the ground.

As she straightened up, her gaze locked onto Lu Lingxiao, who had just stepped out of the car.

For a moment, she froze.

What kind of face is that?

Even with all the handsome men she had encountered in her previous life as an agent, this man was something else.

His features were sharp and flawless, his aura cold and commanding.

It was impossible to ignore his presence.

But…

Gu Ling narrowed her eyes as she studied him more closely. His skin was too pale, almost unnaturally so.

She crossed her arms and let out a soft "tsk, tsk," shaking her head in mock disappointment.

Every small movement she made was noticed by Lu Lingxiao, who watched her with an unreadable expression.

Qin Yu, now out of the car, was both annoyed and confused.

"You! Woman! Why are you still here? Haven't you caused enough trouble?"

Gu Ling ignored his outburst. She ran her fingers through her long black hair, her sharp gaze fixed on Lu Lingxiao.

"Since we've traveled together this far," she said, smirking, "I'll give you a free piece of advice."

Lu Lingxiao didn't react, but Qin Yu frowned.

"What advice could someone like you possibly—"

Gu Ling cut him off, her tone suddenly serious.

**"Your face is too pale. Your blood circulation is weak.

"You were fatally injured not long ago, weren't you? The wound hasn't fully healed."**

She paused, her dark eyes glinting with confidence.

"If you're not careful, you might not survive."