There was only the sound of a few people breathing in the silent room.

The waitress who just brought in the food was so frightened that she dared not breathe. She was shaking violently in Fujimaru Ritsuka's arms, with tears welling up in her big eyes.

Yes, she may often receive all kinds of distinguished guests, but the nature of the underworld is different.

What's more, being robbed and pointed at.

Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed at the unevenness of the world, and then thought about the information he had just heard.

(Ability to observe, analyze, and act...)

She probably had the answer in her mind, so she asked casually.

"Is that gun real?"

Bang!——

What she responded to was a violent sound, and along with the loud sound that made her heart tighten, the wooden table behind Fujimaru Ritsuka was also punched with a dent filled with cracks.

"It's a real gun. The bullets are tranquilizer bullets. They are said to be specially made."

Minamoto's words were concise and concise, and he didn't say much. Fujimaru Ritsuka thought the person being pointed at the gun was him.

However, his subordinates were quite competent. Upon seeing this, the man named Crow filled in the follow-up of his master and added leisurely.

"This is a high-end product we got from somewhere else. Although it theoretically hits the target with sissy ammunition that can only make people unconscious, its speed is almost as fast as a real bullet. If you are actually hit, it will at least be more powerful than playing real-person CS."

."

"And~ if it hits the eyes or something like that, it's probably easy to kill someone." Crow smiled sinisterly, seeming to be happy to see the girl's frightened expression.

"Jiejiejie~"

An evil smile came from the other side, and the one named Yasha was even better. Compared to the euphemistic and terrifying words of the crow, Yasha rolled his eyes and grinned ferociously with his big mouth.

"Let's not talk about whether it hurts or not. If you, a young girl, are knocked unconscious in a place like this in the dead of night, uncle~" He said so while imitating licking the poisonous dagger in the TV series.

The perverted murderer licked the muzzle of the gun with his tongue, a look on his face.

“I can’t guarantee what I’ll do soon!”

.......

Fujimaru Ritsuka reluctantly curved the corners of her mouth, showing an awkward yet polite smile.

Yuan Zhisheng leaned his elbows on the table and covered half of his face pretending to be natural.

He wanted to give Fujimaru Ritsuka a show of authority...but he intended to show the majesty of the Seraki Hachi family, rather than consume it.

Fortunately, the girl didn't seem to intend to continue this topic. She leaned back more than ten degrees out of boredom and glanced around the room.

Her attitude has changed since the three people across from her pulled out guns. She no longer has the enthusiasm of a jc girl. It's not because she was robbed, but because she understood what her top priority is.

"Prove yourself..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was not very afraid. Among the heroic spirits she knew in her previous life, there was a hero named Leonidas.

He once said: "Perhaps exercising muscles cannot help you overcome desperate situations, but at least it can calm your fears. When you are at the end of the road, the only thing you can trust is your own muscles."

Although I don’t quite remember the exact words, that’s probably it.

And if building muscles is a process of building self-confidence and calming fears, then Ritsuka Fujimaru can be considered a veteran who has been studying for a period of time. She is quite famous in the gym near her home!

"Speaking of which, if you suddenly ask me what I should do in this situation, I don't know how to answer, right? Don't you have a brief background?"

"....That's true."

Yuan Zhisheng unexpectedly did not refute, but closed his eyes and thought for a while, then stretched out his finger as if he had decided something.

"You are the elite among the eight executive department specialists in Sheqi."

“Is this considered an onboarding experience?”

Fujimaru Ritsuka took up the conversation.

"The goal of your current mission is to assassinate the boss of the opposing family."

"Isn't the working environment for elites in the executive department too difficult? Is the task too difficult? After all, this is not an assassination, right?"

The girl frowned.

"You originally planned to disguise yourself as a waiter for the assassination, but you were accidentally discovered and forced to reveal your true identity."

"I'm so careless."

Spread your hands and shake your head.

"Now you are being pointed at your head by two bodyguards from the other party's boss."

Minamoto pointed at Fujimaru Ritsuka's head, and Fujimaru Ritsuka also cooperated to protect his hair.

"Your setting is that of a killer who is absolutely loyal to the organization. There is no option to escape. The creed of our underworld is to chop off your fingers if you fail. There is no limit to your success."

"So the employment environment is really bad, right?!"

Workers are timid.

"Then..."

Gen Zhisheng completely ignored Fujimaru Ritsuka's complaints, and just took back his palm and shook his thumb at the two people behind him.

"These two people are set up as reckless bodyguards who act completely recklessly. Even if this is the lobby of the Imperial Hotel, they will not hesitate to take out a Thompson submachine gun and shoot the thugs. So now you can tell me, what do you have to rely on?

Can you complete your task?"

"..."

Faced with Minamoto's fierce eyes, Fujimaru Ritsuka remained unwavering and spread his hands.

"It doesn't matter, I will take action."

"Ouch!"

Yuan Zhisheng became interested, he leaned forward and asked carefully.

"I know you like to exercise, but can you physically stop a bullet?"

The girl shook her head.

How could she be so powerful? Although Fujimaru Ritsuka worked hard to exercise and hone her muscles, according to her own judgment, if she was hit by a bullet, her skin would be broken and bleed, not to mention it was a sleeping bomb.

Seeing that the hit missed, Yuan Zhisheng patiently continued to ask.

"Then you have activated the word spirit and are of the metal type, able to control bullets?"

The girl shook her head.

Controlling bullets, what is that, a modern Magneto?

"I'm very interested in words and spirits, but unfortunately I've never seen anything like it."

Yuan Zhisheng began to notice something unusual, and his tone was hesitant.

"...Then you are a hidden mad scientist. Before you came in for the banquet, you secretly brought your own specially made weapon. Is it an alchemical weapon? Or a magnetic explosive bomb made by hand in science class?"

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The girl's eyes widened and she said in surprise.

"Your talent for joking is so good!"

.....?

Yuan Zhisheng was dumbfounded.

"Are you serious... Then where does your confidence come from? Now you have two guns pointed at your head?!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka chuckled.

She lowered her head after hearing the words, and the light from above cast a dark veil over the girl. While her expression could not be clearly seen, she could only see the girl gently stretching out one arm and pointing her finger to the sky.

"Grandma said."

"The world operates around you, and you will be happy if you think so."

"If you say that, Mr. Yuan Zhisheng should understand it, right?"

Seeing the girl's unashamed and complacent smile, Yuan Zhisheng blinked three times quickly, then sat back down from his forward leaning body and nodded seriously.

".....What are you [civilized terms] talking about when you have nothing to do? The answer is wrong."

Bang!——

Too suddenly, as if in response to Yuan Zhisheng's words, the two people behind him fired almost simultaneously, shooting mercilessly at the girl who was still sitting on the tatami.

The trajectory of the bullet showed no sign of release, and the two shots were aimed at the girl's shoulder and temple respectively.

(The correct answer is that the moment you see two people pulling out guns, you should bully yourself. If you fail to do this, you will have failed.)

The director of the execution department gave a low score indifferently.

One of the rules of the executive department is that no matter how unreasonable you see something, you must complete analysis, judgment, and action as soon as possible.

(But let’s wait until she wakes up to say these words.)
To be continued...