CHAPTER 448: EXPERT EXIT

The bodyguards and killers all pulled out their guns, vigilantly aiming toward the window. The rest of the people frantically sought cover, rushing toward the exit. Only the woman remained seated, completely still.

*Ridiculous.* From this distance, unless it was a long-range sniper rifle, these small pistols would be useless. It was just a show.

The sniper opposite had probably left.

Only one thought was in the woman’s mind.

*What excellent marksmanship.*

From such a distance, with the intended target moving, he managed a fatal shot. He was someone of note. She rarely encountered anyone with such accurate shooting.

Field was protected by bodyguards. The screams in the hall continued. Many bodyguards from downstairs heard the commotion and rushed up. The woman stood up, calmly brushed the wrinkles from her clothes, and slowly walked away from her seat.

After the entire hall erupted in chaos, no more gunshots were heard. The curtains had been drawn, making it temporarily seem safer. Casino staff came to evacuate people. The woman moved with the crowd toward the door. As she was jostled by the panicked crowd, she suddenly bumped into one of Field’s bodyguards. With a graceful turn, Field instinctively reached out to catch her, and her light body fell into his embrace.

*Stunning,* if only for a moment.

"Excuse me," the woman said with a faint smile, a mixture of shyness and allure. Her slender hand rested on his shoulder as she slowly straightened up.

Field smiled like a gentleman. Despite the surrounding danger, his mood had improved. Such an exquisite beauty was a rare sight; what man wouldn’t be moved? He gentlemanly held the woman, smiling gently. "Be careful."

She narrowed her eyes. A captivating, alluring charm was even more evident in her gaze. Field walked, his arm around her waist. "Where are you going? I’ll take you."

The woman said, with a hint of demureness, "I came here for a job."

His bodyguards beside him didn’t pay much attention, seeing only a delicate-looking woman, and their eyes were indifferent as they watched the pair. Field asked, confused, "A job? What kind of job? Maybe I can help you."

The woman’s lips curled up. Her red fingernail traced across his cheek. "You are my job."

Her hand dropped, and a gunshot rang out.

Field’s chest was shot through at close range by a man’s gun, leaving a bloody hole.

Another wave of panic erupted. The woman smiled sweetly. By the time the crowd reacted, she was already inside the elevator, leaving them with a slender back and a head of flowing, cloud-like hair: elegant and wild.

The chaos lasted only a few seconds. The casino immediately locked down the elevator. This elevator went straight to the basement without stopping. After receiving the news of Field’s assassination, the casino’s killers immediately moved to the elevator entrance, waiting for the woman to emerge.

The elevator traveled all the way down without stopping. Nothing happened during the ride.

However, when the elevator door opened, it was empty.

The killers looked at each other in confusion.

Thirty minutes later, a woman with tied-up hair calmly walked out of the casino, smiling as she looked at the London night sky. It was gray and overcast, with no moon or stars. She wasn’t very fond of the London weather.

It was too gloomy.

Too bad. Although she didn’t like the London weather, she was very fond of London.

After only a few steps, a silver sports car pulled up in front of her.

The driver was wearing a linen-colored shirt with gold cufflinks inlaid with a purple gemstone, making the man look elegant and incomparably noble, like a gentleman from the British upper class.

His features were sharp and handsome. She rarely used the word ’handsome’ to describe a man, always feeling that no one quite deserved it. His eyes were deep and hazy like the London sky, always veiled in mystery, like a captivating poppy.

There was a hint of integrity in the man’s demeanor, a truly awe-inspiring integrity. If you told a judge that this man was a killer, the judge would never believe it. He seemed to possess an innate sense of heroism and righteousness.

Just by looking at him, no one would ever suspect that this man, who embodied nobility, intelligence, mystery, handsomeness, and integrity, was the head of the First Terror Organization.

Wushuang opened the passenger door and naturally got in. Kaka smiled and handed her a thermos bottle containing a sweet and sour orange drink. He quickly drove away from the underground casino.

"Why did you stay inside for so long?" Kaka asked with a smile.

He had calculated the time to wait for her outside. He was well aware of Wushuang’s killing habits, but he had unexpectedly waited an extra thirty minutes. If he hadn’t been absolutely sure that such a small place couldn’t trap Wushuang, he would have gone in to look for her long ago.

"I was bored. I gambled a bit," Wushuang said, leaning back with a grin. She took out her colored contact lenses, revealing a pair of purple eyes, the same color as Kaka’s cufflinks, shimmering with a captivating allure.

Kaka’s lips curled up. He was in a very good mood. Wushuang held up the orange drink. "Where did you buy this? The taste is getting more and more to my liking."

After a killing, drinking this sweet and sour orange drink always put her in a better mood.

Kaka didn’t even lift an eyelid. "Only this place sells it, no branches."

Wushuang laughed loudly. She leaned in closer to him with a *tsk*. Kaka freed one hand to push her away. "Miss, you’ll cause a car accident."

"Relax, I have complete confidence in your driving," Wushuang scoffed. "You don’t even react when I sit on your lap and tease you. How could such a small thing cause a car accident?"

"How do you know I don’t react?"

Wushuang made a questioning sound, leaning in suggestively and deliberately winking. "Do you react? Should I try it?"

"Sure, go ahead and try." Being teased and not returning the favor was not Kaka’s style. He winked back at Wushuang, full of charm. Any other woman would have gone weak in the knees, but some women were exceptionally resistant.

Wushuang’s eyes lit up, and she said meaningfully, "Don’t regret it, Little Kaka."

With that, she reached out toward "Little Kaka." The car swerved on the road, perfectly demonstrating his so-called reaction and influence, which was clearly not an exaggeration. Kaka immediately stopped Wushuang’s hand, his handsome face holding a smile. "You’re too much for me. Are you even a woman? I can’t handle this kind of excitement. Aren’t you afraid your man will get jealous?"

"Scaredy-cat."

Kaka chuckled softly. It wasn’t fear. If any other exquisite woman were to tease him like Wushuang, it would be a delightful experience. However, this was Wushuang, and that was different. She wasn’t like other women.