Dusk was gradually enveloping a quiet and ancient nunnery.
Zhou Yun lit the incense that her mother had most loved when she had been alive. Her beautiful face was filled with tenderness at that moment. She said softly, "You've always liked peace and quiet, so I'll settle you down here. But after so many years, you haven't even told me in a dream whether you like it or not. I don't even know how to make any modifications."
Zhou Yun placed the incense stick in front of her mother's memorial tablet, then knelt on the futon and kowtowed thrice.
When she raised her head again, the gentle expression on her face was gradually shrouded by the coldness of being kept away from strangers. Her tone also carried a chill that made people shudder. "Mom, after tonight, I'll have finished what I promised you. I just came to tell you today that I'm going back to the Zhou family. Don't worry, your daughter is fine."
Zhou Yun stood up slowly. The quiet nunnery was filled with the scent of sandalwood.
"Bang!"
A burst of gunfire broke the silence and peace. Zhou Yun raised her eyebrows slightly, but her eyes were still calm and placid.
Another bang followed. Zhou Yun turned her head unhappily, looking toward the courtyard. A man who had on a trendy hairstyle was stumbling as he was kicked in, and a group of people in black clothes sauntered into the courtyard.
Fu Sen covered the bleeding wound on his abdomen. He stood up shakily, cautiously retreating. He had lost too much blood, and his face was already frighteningly pale.
The group of men in black continued to approach. The success or failure of that day's mission depended on the final blow.
The leader of the men in black raised the gun in his hand and aimed it at Fu Sen. Just as he was about to press the trigger, he felt a sharp pain on the back of his hand. The gun in his hand fell, and then he knelt forcefully on the ground and even kowtowed.
This accident shocked everyone present. This was the relatively skilled leader of their assassins' alliance. At that moment, he was actually attacked for no reason and was even humiliated.
The leader of the men in black looked up furiously and heard a cold voice.
Zhou Yun said indifferently, "My mom doesn't like blood. You drew your weapon in my mom's nunnery. Kneel down and admit your mistakes. It's reasonable and fair. If you scram now, I can let it go, but... " She turned to the broken door and said, "You still have to pay for the repair of the door."
The killers, including Fu Sen, were stunned. Everyone thought that this teenaged girl before them was either crazy or stupid.
The leader of the men in black looked at Zhou Yun angrily and said with a ferocious expression, "Stupid girl, you ruined my plans. If you want money, go to hell and get it from Hades."
As he spoke, the man's eyes turned sharp. More than a dozen people drew their weapons and charged at Zhou Yun in unison.
Fu Sen's eyes narrowed. He wanted to help Zhou Yun, but before he could reach her, he collapsed feebly to the ground, looking powerlessly at Zhou Yun, who was surrounded by the men in black.
Zhou Yun's lips curled up partially and she raised her hand slightly. The killers who had only just been clamoring fell to the ground one by one like a sack of potatoes, leaving only one killer standing there in a daze.
Shock was written all over Fu Sen's pale face. First, she made someone kneel and kowtow. Now, before they had even made a move, the enemies had fallen to the ground one after another. This woman couldn't be some spirit from this mountain, right?
The man in black who was lying weakly on the ground looked at Zhou Yun in horror and asked in disbelief, "You witch, what did you do to us? Let me tell you, quickly let go of me, or I'll get someone to tear down your nunnery tomorrow."
Zhou Yun's eyes instantly turned vicious. The killer who was standing was so scared that he repeatedly retreated. He had been living by the sword, so he could feel the intense killing intent in Zhou Yun's gaze.
Fu Sen frowned as well. Even he, who was about to lose consciousness, could feel the pressure from the girl's murderous aura.
Zhou Yun twirled the ring in her hand and made a sprinkling action toward the dozens of black-clothed men. In an instant, these men were in so much pain that they clutched at their necks and twisted about.
They looked like they were in pain, but no one made a sound. In a short while, more than a dozen people fainted one after another. This strange scene frightened the still-standing killer so much that he couldn't speak.
Zhou Yun turned to look at the last trembling killer and said, "The total cost of repairing the door is 30,000 yuan. I plan to change it to a wood-textured iron door. Give me the money on their behalf."
The killer was dumbfounded, wondering to himself if the young lady was toying with him. With her skills, how could she be short of 30,000 yuan?
"You're not paying up?" Zhou Yun frowned.
The killer immediately nodded furiously. "Here, here, here. What's your card number? I'll transfer it immediately."
Zhou Yun checked her account and said with satisfaction, "Alright. Throw your people out now. My mom doesn't like it."
The killer nodded and bowed fawningly, then neatly threw the people out one by one.
Zhou Yun then said to the killer, "I know the rules of you killers. But I have to remind you that if you go back and talk nonsense, you will disturb my mother's peace. Their ending will be your ending."
"What ending?" the killer asked foolishly with an expression of naivety.
"It's nothing much. Your bones will be soft and you won't be able to exert any more strength." Zhou Yun said lightly, scaring the assassin so much that his entire body shuddered.
Fu Sen, who was lying on the ground, looked at Zhou Yun and weakly said, "Thank you for saving me!"
Zhou Yun snorted coldly. "Get lost. I'm closing the door."
Fu Sen originally wanted to thank her properly, but he didn't expect Zhou Yun to choke him off. She appeared cold and pure, but he didn't expect her temper to be like a little pepper.