Mission: Star on the Brink of Exposure

After a restless night, Bo Yanchen decided he would never let the young girl drink alcohol again. Ji Chuxing would never get her hands on alcohol for the rest of her life.

Ji Chuxing had no idea she had been banned from drinking. All she knew was that when she woke up, her head was still a bit foggy. She lay lifelessly on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Then, all the memories from the previous night suddenly flooded her mind. Ji Chuxing shuddered, her face contorting as if struck by lightning. She sat there in a daze for what felt like an eternity, her mind racing with countless thoughts.

Should she use silver needles to seal the memory? Or concoct a drug to erase it? Or beat someone up and replace the memory with a more vivid one?

Frustrated, she sat up, realizing none of these options were viable. She got up and went to brush her teeth and wash her face, her expression blank, and left the room as if nothing had happened.

Bo Yanchen was lounging in the living room, flipping through a newspaper, with a cup of herbal tea beside him. Fang He was tinkering with something in the kitchen.

Hearing the movement behind him, the man looked up and smiled warmly at Ji Chuxing, "Xingbao, you're awake?"

Ji Chuxing nodded calmly. She stole a glance at Bo Yanchen; he seemed normal, no unusual reactions. She sat down, and Bo Yanchen pointed to a bowl on the table, "Come and drink this."

His tone was perfectly normal, just like every morning when he asked her to drink milk. Ji Chuxing sniffed it and recognized it as a hangover cure. Good, everything was normal, as if nothing had happened. This was exactly the effect she wanted.

She picked up the bowl and was about to drink when Fang He's cheerful singing came from the kitchen.

"Two little bees, flying in the flower garden, left and right—"

Ji Chuxing choked, spitting the hangover soup all over the table. Fang He received a death glare from her. She stood up abruptly and walked toward Fang He. A silver needle flashed, and Fang He crumpled to the floor.

She turned and saw Bo Yanchen looking at her with an amused smile. Ji Chuxing shrugged, "He wasn't sleeping well, so I just tapped his shoulder, and he fell."

Bo Yanchen nodded, "Right, his singing is so bad, polluting Xingbao's ears. He deserves to sleep."

Fang He, still conscious on the floor, thought, "Sir! That's not fair!"

Ji Chuxing nodded in agreement. Suddenly, Bo Yanchen's phone rang.

"Two little bees, flying in the flower garden, flying, flying—"

Ji Chuxing's hair stood on end! Bo Yanchen picked up the phone, chuckling awkwardly, "Xingbao, brother—"

Ji Chuxing pounced, snatching the phone and glaring at Bo Yanchen, almost ready to bite him!

She couldn't bite or hit him; she didn't want to mar his appearance. Bo Yanchen laughed helplessly, "Alright, alright, I'll change it right away!"

He wouldn't use it as a ringtone, but how about an alarm clock? Ji Chuxing deleted the song from his phone and threw it back at him, huffing.

Bo Yanchen was at a loss: "…"

How cute the girl was! But it didn't matter; he had backups on his computer, stored across ten hard drives. She could delete it a hundred times.

Feeling embarrassed, Ji Chuxing didn't want to stay with Bo Yanchen and left. Soon, Fang He also left with Bo Yanchen. They needed to go to the dock.

Fang He rubbed his neck, admiring, "Miss Ji's needle is really impressive. Sir, my head is still numb."

Ji Chuxing had simply stabbed him out of anger. The silver needle was now in Bo Yanchen's hand. Fang He found it strange; he was quite skilled, but he hadn't seen her move.

"Miss Ji must be very skilled. We should spar someday," Fang He praised.

Bo Yanchen: "Looking for death?"

Fang He: "Sorry, Sir, I was wrong. I shouldn't have tried to challenge Miss Ji."

Bo Yanchen said nothing, rubbing the thin silver needle in his hand, lost in thought.

According to Lan, today was the 935 delivery, scheduled for 12:30 PM. When Ji Chuxing arrived at the dock, it was ten minutes before 12:30 PM.

The girl wore a black baseball cap, her long hair flowing behind her, dancing in the wind. She held a cup of milk tea, leaning against a tree by the dock, her expressionless gaze fixed on the blue sky and sea.

When she finished her milk tea, the person she was waiting for appeared—a young, unremarkable man. The exchange was smooth, and Ji Chuxing slipped a wooden box into her black backpack.

However, leaving was not as easy. Faced with five men, Ji Chuxing grew impatient. She had other things to do. She chewed the candy in her mouth and nodded, "Come on, all of you."

"Overconfident!" one of them sneered, lunging at Ji Chuxing. She tightened the strap of her backpack and kicked out. Five minutes later, all five men were on the ground.

Ji Chuxing dusted off her hands, adjusted her backpack, and left. Meanwhile, Bo Yanchen and Wei Xingzhou had arrived at the dock. Though called a dock, it was mostly ruins, with a boat slowly approaching.

They had contacted the All-Rounder to hide their information. Today should go smoothly. Unbeknownst to them, Ji Chuxing was watching from a hidden spot, occasionally checking her phone for a moving red dot.

On Friday night, she had taken a task from Wei Xingzhou to hide his tracks and information. Later, she accepted another job to break into a system. Now, looking at the red dot and the partially completed progress bar, she fell into a puzzled silence.

Ten seconds later, Ji Chuxing quickly cut off the 90% progress. It was a mix-up; she had wanted to earn some extra money, but the two tasks she received after becoming the second-ranked hacker involved the same target. She had reinforced the system and then tried to break into it herself. What a mess!

Ji Chuxing puffed out her cheeks, refusing to admit such a blunder. So, she kept the money and performed some rapid operations on her phone. But it was too late. Her intervention had brought helicopters to the scene.

Wei Xingzhou and Bo Yanchen were in a tense situation. Ji Chuxing glanced at them, slung her backpack, and left. Despite the large number of people they brought, their opponents were relentless, intent on keeping them at the abandoned dock.

"Damn it!" Wei Xingzhou cursed, not even calling Bo Yanchen 'Second Master' anymore. "What kind of grudge do you have, Bo Yanchen? Did you offend the entire Earth?"

As he spoke, he dodged a knife but still got a cut. Wei Xingzhou felt he'd have many injuries today, scars to show for his efforts for Bo Yanchen.

"Damn it! Don't hit my face!" The girl was a looker, and if he was disfigured, he'd have no chance.

Bo Yanchen, in his wheelchair, was untouchable. Not only was Fang He formidable, but Bo Yanchen's silenced gun was deadly. Suddenly, he aimed at a seemingly empty spot, sensing a sniper. But as he aimed, the danger vanished. Was he wrong?

Just then, faint gunshots filled the air, and several people fell. Bo Yanchen, surprised, shot the remaining few. The killing aura dissipated.

Wei Xingzhou, with a cut on his arm, was shocked. He knew not all the fallen were Bo Yanchen's doing. "Who?"

Bo Yanchen shook his head, looking in the direction of the shots. "Hmm?" Wei Xingzhou exclaimed, "Second Master, remember the sniper who was tracking you?"