100 Million Yuan Wife - chapter-492
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
As the gunfire stopped, there was a deathly silence and nobody made the
slightest noise. The silence was akin to a frame freeze, save the solemn
lapping of the waves against the rocks.
Eleven, in white, stood in the middle whilst the men pointed their guns
at her. As nobody moved, Mo Ye saw that Eleven was fine and heaved a sigh
of relief. What he saw shocked him…
Eleven slowly raised her hand, with bullets between her fingers. There
were over twenty bullets between her fingers and she did not miss a
single one. Ding Ke looked at Eleven in fear.
If her injuring Big Boss Mo could be interpreted as Big Boss Mo
underestimating her and not take her (at her brink of death) seriously,
how should this scene be interpreted?
How could men catch bullets? It was one thing to catch a bullet, but to
catch over twenty bullets would have definitely injured Big Boss Mo.
This was unavoidable.
Even if one were fast, there was a limit to it. Anyone who surpassed that
limit was a… monster.
“Hmmph!” Eleven coldly laughed. Eleven was one who rarely laughed,
and she was more often emotionless than coldly laughing. She would only
show that bit more emotion when she was with Ye Wei and company.
This was not the first time she coldly laughed today.
Such a laughter had a searing mockery and deep disdain, along with even
more of her callousness, arrogance that was paraded before one’s eyes.
This laughter was the epitome of fear.
The men who fired did not understand how the bullets ended up in her
“Mo Ye, are you still of the opinion there is somewhere out there that
you can entrap me?” Eleven’s body gently shuddered as she slightly
shook her head. Her casual coldness was even more intimidating than Big
Boss Mo’s show of coldness.
“You…” Mo Ye realized that he was lost for words.
Eleven suddenly raised her hand, and the twenty-over bullets in her hand
flew out. As three of the bullets flew towards Big Boss Mo, screams of
agony rose and fall as bullets flew and hit the men in black. Eleven had
shown some restraint as she did not want their lives. The bullets hit
their thighs and caused them to kneel on the ground and be out of the
As a person who was extremely clear about whom she bore a grudge against,
she wanted the experts’ lives as they had tortured her despite being
punch-clock villains. As those ten-over days in the dungeon were her most
agonizing and despondent days, killing them was her catharsis.
But these men were merely bodyguards. Although she had killed many, she
would not take the lives of innocent people. She would kill anybody who
had crossed her and leave everybody else alone…
But Big Boss Mo was different.
She shot three bullets at Big Boss Mo’s critical parts extremely
viciously and quickly. If the bullets found home, Big Boss Mo would
Mo Ye dodged two of the bullets as one of them grazed his arm. As a
searing pain shot through his arm, a trail of blood appeared on his shirt
as blood trickled down his arm, onto the back of his hand, and over his
fingertips to below his feet.
One drop, two drops…
The hardened men were able to endure the pain and did not make noise
after they screamed. With agonizing looks, they clutched their wounds as
they sat aside.
Mo Ye’s gaze became even calmer.
Claire sighed. “Karma, karma indeed.” He instantly sounded much older.
None of them could escape, and would not be able to escape. As she at
least had a conscience, she would not anyhow take lives. Claire knew that
she would not spare him and Big Boss Mo.
Given how she looked at Big Boss Mo with merely immense hatred, she
especially hated Big Boss Mo.
“So you do want to kill me,” Mo Ye flatly replied as he took a glance
at his injured arm. “I want to ask you something,” he slowly said.
Eleven remained quiet as she looked at him coldly. Mo Ye knew she would
not answer him, and continued to ask, “Did we know each other before?”
“No!” Eleven flatly replied as she clenched her fists. She regretted
once knowing him. Mo Ye was the very first (of the very few) person she
hated in her life.
She wished she could perish with him in hatred.
Mo Ye was about to ask further, but Eleven would not allow it. She had
only one impulse in her heart – murder this man. As Eleven acted to her
heart’s wishes, she swung her palm at Mo Ye.
Eleven, properly fighting him this time, did not rely on her incredible
speed to take his life. She landed punch upon punch on Mo Ye, and he was
extremely aware of how vicious her moves were.
He had a good grasp of how capable Eleven and Ye Wei were and knew their
moves. Since Eleven was an expert and hand-to-hand combat, her punches
were swift and aggressive. When he used to spar with her, he was able to
have the upper hand. He did not enjoy the upper hand now.
He even did not dare to meet her punches as she punched with such
aggressiveness his bones were almost shattered. He was shocked, and knew
that he could not outmatch her.
“What, aren’t you always overbearing eh? Just defending and not
attacking eh?” Eleven coldly laughed as she landed a hard kick on his
abdomen. As she had kicked Mo Ye extremely hard, Mo Ye could feel a fiery
pain in his abdomen despite curling his body to absorb some impact.
Before he could react, Eleven’s fist rained down on his spine. As
though she wanted to snap his spine, she punched him extremely hard.
As Eleven did not show any mercy, Mo Ye took two consecutive blows and
was somewhat weak. As he was clearly the underdog whilst fighting Eleven,
he was smartly wearing her down.
As Eleven was still human, he knew better than anybody that a human body
would eventually expend itself. Claire had just hinted to him that the
virus in Eleven’s body had just fused with the cells and was still
extremely unstable. He had to think of how he would delay her and wear
her out before pinning her down.
One had to outwit a much more formidable opponent.
Eleven could not be bothered and merely wanted to punch him as catharsis.
When she landed a third punch on Mo Ye’s chest, Mo Ye coughed out blood
and his back arched from the pain. Eleven, who was extremely pleased,
She grabbed Mo Ye’s collar and pinned him against the wall as she moved
forward. She suddenly punched him in his abdomen, chest…
One punch, two punches… As she took her anger out on him, she became
even more pleased as she punched him.
She punched Mo Ye until he was continuously coughing blood.
Ding Ke was extremely flustered and at a loss as to how to resolve the
condition. Should he shoot Eleven in the back?