"You… What exactly do you people want?" The woman retreated a few steps as she looked at the men standing in front of her, clad in black suits with their faces fully covered. There were four of them pointing their guns at her.

As she lowered her head, her gaze landed on eight men lying on the ground, not unconscious, but dead.

She somehow managed to deal with them. But in the end, she was still outnumbered. It was out of her calculations that they had brought back up with them.

She glanced at a bike parked beside her from the corner of her eyes, she could see the keys were still there. She wondered who parked the bike here, in the middle of nowhere in this road, with the vast endless forest expanded on both sides. That person must have run away after seeing the situation.

Anyways, it has got nothing to with her. She was sure that once the bike started, even the ghosts would not be able to catch up to her, let alone humans. But how was she supposed to distract them?

Confusion marred her beautiful face as her red lips pursed in displeasure. Han Mei stroked the watch on her right hand, a habit she had developed over years.

The watch had a tracker and she was sure he would be on his way to coming here already, she just has to go through this for a few more minutes. 

A gust of wind swept by swaying her high ponytail, her straight hair swayed while the bangs lying above her eyelashes slightly shifted, revealing her starry eyes even more clearly.

She bit her lower lip slightly, her white teeth were a complete contrast to those soft lips painted red.

A sight that could even make a demon gasp, let alone some ordinary men. The assassins were awestruck as they looked at her, a woman as beautiful as her was indeed capable of bringing men to their knees.

Dressed in that red top that was ending right above her navel and black skinny jeans, she stood straight sporting those five-inch high heels, she seemed to be looking straight into the eyes of her death fearlessly. A sight that not everyone could forget.

Han Mei curled her hands into a fist as she took a small step back, her heels seemed to be stepping on air as there was not even a small sound as she tried to retreat carefully.

But somewhere deep within her mind, there was a voice in her mind telling her how impossible her plan was.

From the moment the backup team of assassins arrived, she was on the losing side because of the gun pointed at her head from distance, a single wrong step and she would be done for.

'What kind of fucking action scene is this? Why did I even step out of home today?' She thought to herself before taking another small step back.

"Stop right there.''

Her eyes widened as she turned around only to find a swarm of black behind her, there were approximately twenty men.

As she looked around, there was neither a car nor any other vehicle. That had her eyes narrowed almost instantly, it meant they were toying with her from the very first beginning.

They have covered the whole area. As she glanced at the dense force, a mocking smile appeared on her face, who knew if there were more mercenaries hidden in the shadows.

She sighed and her starry eyes turned tranquil as she glanced at the man who warned her to stop. Since he was standing in front of everyone, he must be their captain.

"So, why me?" she asked, coming straight to the point.

She did not provoke some big shot that would send an army of mercenaries to get her head.

The man chuckled, "Because, it is you. Being a Han was your biggest fault, you see," he said.

Han Mei froze. Han? She had yet to find something related to her birth, the truth of her existence. But the situation has already come to this.

"It's a pity for a woman like you to die, though," The man glanced at her with a lustful gaze but one could see the admiration in those eyes.

A woman who could deal with eight of his men barehanded, unprepared was certainly not someone ordinary. A pity he had to kill her.

"You.."

'Bang!'

"Ahh," The bullet pierced through her chest as her body jerked backward by the sudden force before she fell backward. The sudden pain made her body shake.

"Boss, look at her..."

The thin strap of her red top somehow got torn in the process revealing more of her milky white skin, her tops barely covered her breasts but her cleavage was fully exposed.

She could feel those lusty gazes resting upon her body. Disgust coursed through her nerves. 

The Hans... she had never provoked them. She never went to them neither they had the slightest bit of enmity between them.

Whoever these Hans were, they better not come in front of her, or else even if she turned into a ghost, she would haunt them forever for this miserable day that she had to face.

Just as she raised her left hand to cover her exposed skin, another bang resounded, this time the bullet pierced through her wrist, seemingly pinning her hand to the ground.

She sucked in a breath of cold air.

The man, precisely the captain of the mercenaries walked closer to her and squatted beside her.

He raised his hand as his finger touched the skin just a few inches above her left breast as he observed the tiny crimson mark, what seemed more like a birthmark there.

It was in the shape of a crescent, his sharp eyes slightly glowed with interest, he couldn't help but marvel over the fact that how mysterious the woman was. Pity though, she is meant to meet her death today.

Han Mei pursed her lips, trying to keep her breathing in control, she was sure that the bullet did not pierce through her heart, or else she would have died in an instant. She just had to hold on and everything will be fine the moment he comes.

The mercenaries couldn't help but drool as they glanced at their boss touching her supple skin. They were trained fighters though, but in matters like this, they were all crude and lusty men. "Boss, ca..can I touch her once?" A man finally gathered his courage to ask.

The man's hand that was stroking her birthmark paused for a split second before he stood up. "That party has paid us to make her die in pain. You can torture her however you want. Touch her, tease her or shoot her. Do whatever you want," he said immediately attracting everyone's attention.

Hatred was burning in her half-lidded starry eyes as she looked at the men approaching her. The first one, then the second, the third one also seemed to have gotten his courage as he walked towards her.

Their lusty gazes made her feel disgusted. "Don't do this," she said, her eyes revealing a desperate look as the multiple pair of hands were extended towards her skin. 

"Boss, she seems dead…" One of the men spoke up when he noticed her body jerking abnormally before her chest seemed to have rise and fall as she laid motionless.

The man, who happened to be their boss, frowned as he walked closer to her, to inspect the woman clearly, his black mask shone as the sunrays landed on the man, a strange light flashed through his eyes as he noticed her finger twitch.

"She is dead," He confirmed after checking her breathing, he thought it must be his illusion that she moved.

But they had to make sure she died. With that thought in mind, he pointed his gun at her forehead but before he could pull the trigger…

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The tale of a vengeful siren and a tyrannical man—Two people who never believed in love find themselves having a tough time dealing with their intense feelings for each other and to cover it up, they resort to a pretense—a pretense of hating each other!

Only that their act goes wrong everytime they are around each other. 

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