She Lives without Regret in This Life

Chapter 1321: Chapter 1391: Maximizing Value

Daives suddenly snapped back to reality, crossing his arms and nodding continuously, muttering to himself, “I didn’t expect that bitch Lisa Lin to do one good thing before she died.”

Sheng Ning listened, frowning.

Gu Yunbo held Lin En protectively in his arms, his entire body tense with vigilance.

“That depends on what you’re best at,” Daives kept assessing, the Eastern woman in front of him, though heavily pregnant, was still stunningly beautiful.

Even Hollywood stars couldn’t compare to her.

In all his years, he’d never seen an Eastern woman so alluring.

Whether placed in a bar or a theater, she could definitely attract more customers—what a great gimmick. With more investment, what bigshot couldn’t be roped in?

In Daives’ eyes, Sheng Ning saw calculation; he was a cunning businessman, not as impulsive and brainless as he appeared.

She clenched her right hand into a fist, her index finger curled and rubbing against her thumb. This was her habitual gesture when thinking, unconsciously displayed at tense, critical moments.

How to maximize her value?

Best at dancing?

A heavily pregnant woman couldn’t express that much grace, and others might not even appreciate it. This was M Country, where the most valuable asset was fist power.

“Could you give me a gun?” she calmly asked.

A trace of admiration flickered in Daives’ eyes; the woman before him was no simpleton. It was perplexing how a bitch like Lisa Lin ended up with her.

“What? Is Mr. Daives afraid? Afraid of a heavily pregnant woman?” Sheng Ning deliberately taunted.

“What a joke!” Daives pulled his own gun from his body and handed it to Sheng Ning, “Let’s see what tricks you can pull.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth, Sheng Ning effortlessly raised the gun. Without any visible action, not even moving the gun’s barrel, the bodyguards in the yard fell to the ground.

Only then did Daives and Gu Yunbo belatedly realize the harsh sound of gunfire and the bodyguards’ cries of pain.

“Amazing!” Gu Yunbo’s eyes lit up; she had just observed that when Sheng Ning fired, she didn’t even aim. Some of the bodyguards’ positions were even in blind spots.

How did she do it?

Even a sharpshooter couldn’t pull that off, right? My God! What had she witnessed today? Could bullets grow eyes?

Gu Yunbo rubbed her eyes, confirming it wasn’t an illusion. She sighed inwardly, thinking if these gun skills reached West Point Military Academy, they’d likely lead to special recruitment into the FBI.

Daives looked at his men writhing on the ground, his eyes wider than before.

“Boss, this woman is looking for trouble.”

Someone said viciously.

“Shut up,” Daives kicked the speaker hard, “You’re humiliating yourself, and you still want to make excuses.”

Sheng Ning returned the gun to Daives, saying calmly, “Please, Mr. Daives, look at their wounds.”

“Show me the wounds,” Daives turned back and yelled angrily.

The men on the ground had no choice but to endure the pain and stand up, revealing their wounds. Very consistently, all were on the right arm. Because they wore black suits, it wasn’t very clear, but you could see blood continually dripping onto the ground from their arms.

“Take off your clothes. How am I supposed to see with you dressed?”

Whether due to pain or their boss’s inexplicable command, their faces twisted as they removed their jackets.

Daives, Gu Yunbo, and even Lin En involuntarily widened their eyes.