Ming Yue snatched the man’s phone from his hand, lifted his chin with it, and smiled radiantly. “We agreed on this beforehand—no one’s going to blame anyone else.”

The man’s face turned deathly pale, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead. He quickly shook his head and said, “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t dare. I’ll definitely do as you say—I’ll never go against your wishes.”

At first, there had been a bit of perfunctory attitude in his words. He’d thought he could just muddle through with this girl for now.

But in that instant, he completely crushed that idea. Looking at the woman before him, her smile as bright as blossoms, every hair on his body stood on end, and cold sweat broke out down his spine again and again.

Just one glance into her eyes felt like he’d already walked right past Death itself.

Decades of life experience and years of work had taught him: this woman was absolutely not someone to mess with—she was even more dangerous than his own Da Ge or the Boss. The moment she made up her mind, she’d charge straight into disaster, paying no heed to his life or hers. She was a complete madwoman.

And then there were all the affairs of the Ming Family…

When he’d decided to take on this job, he’d done a bit of digging. This girl’s older brother was dead, her Mother had gone mad, her Younger Brother was disabled, her Maternal Grandfather had suffered a stroke, and her Uncle had been driven out, wandering who knows where—and maybe he wasn’t even still alive.

The whole family…

Some were dead, some injured, some scattered. Only she remained—the sole survivor. You could say she’d crawled straight out of hell.

And then there was the fact that the Boss had spent so much money hiring people to track her down, helping search everywhere.

What exactly had happened back then? What on earth had gone on in this household? Anyone with half a brain could probably piece together a rough picture.

If you really managed to anger her, how swiftly she’d strike—only she herself would know; others couldn’t even begin to imagine.

Thinking this, the man’s back grew even colder. He didn’t dare meet Ming Yue’s gaze anymore; it felt as though even one more look would yank him straight into an endless abyss, and the next instant, she’d kill him in a single blow.

Ming Yue merely smiled faintly and dropped the subject. She tapped the man’s cheek with the phone and said, “Oh, almost forgot something. Tell me—when you said earlier that your Boss sent a lot of people after me, who else was involved? Where are they now? What are their names? And what special skills do they have, and what should we watch out for?”

“I’ll tell you right away,” the man replied after a moment’s thought, rattling off each name one by one.

Ming Yue listened as if casually, but in reality, she’d already committed every detail to memory. Only when he’d finished did she nod contentedly, then hurried over to her car, only to return shortly after, holding a thick wad of cash that she tossed straight into his lap. “I’m the kind of person who keeps things strictly separate. You’re the one I ran into, and I’ll still need your cooperation on a few more things going forward. So as long as you stick with me, I’ll certainly treat you well. Here’s some cash—use it to stitch up your wounds. As for how to explain yourself, you know exactly how to make up a story.”

“Miss Ming, no…”

He wanted to say there was no need, but with that thick stack of cash in his hands, he just couldn’t bring himself to refuse.

Ming Yue didn’t even glance at it. “No need for pleasantries, and don’t try any tricks on me. You can’t imagine the benefits of working with me, but if you dare to act behind my back, I think you can guess what the consequences will be.”

End of Chapter 239: Counterattack 166