She Lives without Regret in This Life

In fact, people in the company were already dissatisfied and disdainful of Sheng Ning, who suddenly emerged. Everyone was waiting for her to take a big fall, to make a fool of herself, and for her to be completely devoured, leaving not even a bone fragment.

There were too many people like this, and everyone loved it.

This is an era of survival of the fittest. The master was old and was tricked into choosing Sheng Ning. But they were still young! They certainly wouldn’t be deceived so easily.

In short, no one welcomed Sheng Ning.

No one respected her, either.

But when Sheng Ning pulled out the handgun, the hall fell silent. Everyone watched her with great interest, with a hint of mockery in their eyes.

They didn’t believe she would dare to shoot someone publicly in Manhattan, everyone knew she absolutely didn’t have the guts.

”You dare! You damn yellow ghost,” Lawyer Bruno, with his inherent racism, cursed even as his face turned red with a gun pointed at him.

”Then let’s try.” Before the words were out, four shots rang out in succession, hitting Bruno’s hands and feet, the air filled with the scent of gunpowder.

Those watching became even more excited seeing Sheng Ning fire, knowing she wouldn’t dare to take a life. What a toothless tiger, thinking they were all easily scared.

”Ah...” Bruno screamed like a pig being slaughtered, rolling on the ground in agony.

”Hey! If I were the heir, I would shoot him in the heart.”

Some whistled, others cheered excitedly.

Housekeeper Xing watched the scene with a calm expression, showing neither support nor opposition.

This was something Miss Sheng Ning had to face alone, how to make the subordinates respect her as an heir could only depend on herself.

Sheng Ning ignored the words around her, her face expressionless, but the hand holding the gun had begun to tremble slightly.

Housekeeper Xing watched her nervously, inwardly saying she couldn’t give up halfway.

”Bang, bang, bang, bang...” Who knows how many shots were fired until Sheng Ning emptied the last bullet.

The hall fell into an eerie silence, where a pin drop could be heard, accompanied by heavy breathing.

”Housekeeper Xing, please take care of it,” Sheng Ning calmly holstered her gun and turned to leave.

Not until she had walked far, far away did the hall erupt into screams and chaos. Bruno was already dead, his eyes bulging with blood-red whites.

Some daring person went to inspect, and after checking, gasped.

”What’s wrong? Are you scared already?”

”Exactly.”

”If no one dies in Manhattan, we would actually find it unusual,” someone arrogantly remarked.

”So many shots just to kill one person, how weak and incompetent can you be?”

”No...” the inspector whispered, looking at Housekeeper Xing in shock, and only spoke up once it quieted down: ”Bruno’s joints were all shattered, not a single one intact. He was tortured to death, these fractures weren’t fatal, yet he died.”

Died from fear, died from unbearable pain.

The hall fell silent once more.

Housekeeper Xing’s warning gaze swept across everyone, strongly announcing, ”From now on, when you see Miss Sheng Ning, treat her like you would the master, or face the consequences.”

”Yes!”

******

The distance from Manhattan to Broadway wasn’t very far, just a half-hour taxi ride. Sheng Ning got on the taxi dazedly and remained in a stupor at the destination.

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