The operation's utter failure meant she would face severe punishment upon her return, but right now, Yao Li wasn't nervous at all. Instead, she felt a sense of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
'Whatever, screw it. I'm done with this job.'
With that thought, Yao Li walked to the car, pulled open the passenger-side door, and got in.
"Let's go. Home," Yao Li ordered, leaning back into the seat and closing her eyes to take a quick nap.
But there was no response.
Yao Li frowned and turned to the driver. Just as she was about to speak, she froze.
The driver was drenched in a cold sweat, his face a mask of terror and despair as he stared at her.
'Not good!'
'Something's wrong!'
The thought had barely crossed her mind when she felt something cold and hard pressing against the nape of her neck.
'It's a gun!'
Upon this realization, Yao Li took a deep breath, quickly composed herself, and spoke in a steady, low voice.
"What do you need me to do?"
