Chapter 1653


    The gang leader paused, feeling he had said too much to a woman. His voice unintentionally grew


    colder. "That''s none of your damn business! Just focus on achieving your own goals! Why do you


    care about all this?!"


    Wendy paused, and her brows furrowed as if grappling with an elusive problem. “Isn''t it easy for you


    guys to move in and out of this ce? Why haven''t you thought about monopolizing it, spreading


    the news, finding the right arms dealer? Wouldn''t that be convenient?"


    “Find who? The leader has already staked his im here. If he finds out we''re searching for other


    arms dealers, do you think you can withstand the pressure he''ll put on us? And would he even allow


    other weapons to enter the checkpoint? It''s different from letting people in.


    “Enough, enough! I''m wasting my breath talking about this with a woman!


    The bottom line is it won''t work. This ce has been under his control for nearly a decade. If there


    were other options, do you think we''d be waiting for you to show up and suggest them?"b2 Wendy


    pursed her lips, and her face flushed with embarrassment. Just then, something was thrown at her


    from the side, hitting her face. Startled, she quickly fell in step behind the gangster.


    Although Yasmine''s situation was precarious, she remained calm andposed, as ifpletely


    unaware of her circumstances. She quietly listened to the gangster''s words, and her cool, detached


    gaze hid a deep contemtion.


    The leader here controlled the weapons, even the arms of the central nations of the world. There


    were many people with unique abilities in this vast world, but those with this kind of power was


    almost unheard of.


    Once, she had overheard Boyd discussing important matters with several Ministers, including


    issues regarding the procurement of weapons. The names of the arms dealers she heard were few


    and far between.


    These were all top-secret matters, The names of the arms dealers were mere codenames, and the


    true identities behind them were probably only known to the highest echelons of leadership.


    It was well known that the Harper family had been standing strong in Hong Kong for a hundred


    years, with clear support from behind. But because they were so conspicuous, the higher-ups could


    not ignore them and had already implemented regtory measures.


    This grey area was a headache for the authorities. Even if the Harper family wanted to extend their


    influence here, it wouldn''t be easy.


    Yet, the true power of the Harper family remained elusive. When Damon managed to infiltrate


    Boyd''s presidential estate, it was obvious that he had some sort of support. No matter how bold he


    was, he wouldn''t have dared to do it otherwise. Plus, it was clear that he and Boyd knew each other.


    Yasmine had a hunch that this elusive leader was Damon. He must have used some method to


    evade the surveince from above. But, Damon had long since been stripped of his management


    rights in the Harper family. He had nothing now. If it was him, there should have been some signs of


    disturbance here, causing some chaos. With the mixed crowd here, it was inevitable.


    However, there was nothing.


    From the gangster''s tone, there was a sense of respect and distance towards this gang leader, but


    he didn''t know the true identity of the leader.


    Her eyes darkened, and Yasmine smirked. If things were as she suspected...


    Oh well.


    Yasmine remained quiet andposed throughout, but her mind was racing a mile a minute, trying


    to piece together a usible theory.


    The rest was to risk her own life to validate her suspicions, but Wendy was quicker to speak than to


    think. Not long after, she abruptly asked, "Do you guys know who the leader here is? Have you


    seen him in person?"


    The gangster frowned and replied coldly, "No idea. Out of the hundreds of thousands of people


    here, only a few have seen his true face. What are you trying to get at with all these questions?"


    Wendy shook her head. "Nothing."


    Yasmine gave a silent, mocking smile. No skills but dreaming of achieving the impossible, she was


    overestimating her abilities.


    Yasmine was eventually locked up in a dpidated steel mill at the edge of the city. The ce was


    full of rusty, weather-beaten metal. It was a fitting ce for a kidnapping.


    How cliché.


    Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.


    Yasmine chuckled. Who else but her would even care about the setting of her own kidnapping at a


    time like this?


    After Yasmine was settled in, Wendy left some bread and water on herp before leaving. With a


    coldugh, she said, "Don''t starve to death! Don''t worry, even if you die, I''ll make sure it''s when


    your precious daughter arrives.


    I''m quite kind-hearted, you know. I heard you and your daughter have been living separately for a


    long time, so if you die together, I''ll have done a good deed and earned myself some karma, right?"


    Yasmine lifted an eyebrow, picked up the bread on herp, and took a bite.


    “Thoughtful of you."


    Wendy''s expression instantly turned colder.


    She was utterly disgusted by Yasmine''s calm and collected demeanor, and her unpredictable


    behavior, which was identical to Chloe''s.


    “I thought you''d put on a show of defiance, refusing to eat anything | give you. | didn''t expect you to


    be afraid of death after all.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm, trying her best to humiliate Yasmine.


    Yet Yasmine just took another bite of her bread. “I''m not fighting a war or defending my country.


    There''s no glory in risking my life for nothing! What''s so shameful about being afraid of death?


    Everyone''s afraid of dying, especially when it''s meaningless."


    Wendyughed coldly. "No one does sophistry better than you and your daughter. You can make


    being afraid of death sound so noble, it''s like you''re monopolizing the moral high ground."


    Yasmine put the half-eaten bread back on herp, picked up the bottle of water, and unscrewed the


    cap while looking at Wendy with a faint smile.


    “Would you like to hear me say something that''s not so noble?"


    Wendy arched an eyebrow, signaling for her to continue. The grin on Yasmine''s face became more


    pronounced as she leisurely sipped her water.


    "Because only if I''m alive, can i witness your inevitable downfall. For instance... how will you meet


    your end?"


    As long as she could keep on living, she was hell-bent on eradicating this persistent witch from this


    world. She was after Chloe''s life, and even had the audacity to target her children. She had crossed


    a line with her a long time ago.


    Yasmine was just biding her time, waiting for the perfect moment.