However, his expression and mannerisms were enough to indicate his intentions.

Mr. Peng gently shook his head, expressing regret: "If it were someone else, it wouldn’t matter if Boss Jia wanted to play, but my goddaughter isn’t interested in men. Any man who tries to get close to her ends up beaten badly."

Boss Jia raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Could she be the girl who single-handedly rescued you from the Neha family last year?"

Last year, Mr. Peng was doing business with the Neha family, but they double-crossed him, and he nearly lost his life there.

However, it was heard that in the end, he narrowly escaped death and was saved by a woman. This story is known to almost everyone in the underworld.

Mr. Peng nodded proudly upon hearing this.

Boss Jia sneered: "You seem to trust that kid a lot. Aren’t you afraid of her dubious background?"

Mr. Peng laughed joyfully: "Sang Dan’s entire family was killed by the Neha family. She personally killed the leader of the Neha family, and when she saw me, she wanted to kill me too, with her knife right at my throat."

He pointed to a faint scar on his neck, clearly a knife wound.

Boss Jia was taken aback: "That’s incredibly bold!"

"Isn’t it? Sang Dan at the time was like an enraged lioness, slaying everyone in her path with her blade."

"So how did Mr. Peng escape such a fate?" Boss Jia was somewhat curious.

"I gave her a promise."

Before Boss Jia could ask what promise, Sang Dan appeared with her men, carrying box after box into the bamboo house.

She instructed everyone to place the cargo on the ground, her eyes coldly sweeping over Boss Jia and the others. With an arrogant lift of her chin, she approached Mr. Peng: "Father, the goods are all here."

Her voice lacked much reverence, yet there was an obedience absent in her dealings with others.

Mr. Peng nodded to her: "Sang Dan, open the goods and show them to Boss Jia."

"Alright."

Sang Dan approached a box of goods and opened it.

She casually took a package from the box, opened it, and handed it to Boss Jia.

Boss Jia walked toward her, his eyes fixed closely on Sang Dan, or rather, on her every move.

He took the goods from Sang Dan’s hand, going through a series of checks.

Finally, he gave a very high evaluation: "The goods aren’t bad."

Mr. Peng was delighted to hear this, a beaming smile spreading across his face as he stepped toward the two.

As Mr. Peng approached, he didn’t notice the look of mutual understanding passing between Sang Dan and Boss Jia.

"Boss Jia, once you’ve taken mine, you’ll find none better elsewhere, rest assured—"

Mr. Peng’s face was all smiles, as if seeing a large sum of money falling into his lap.

"Bang!"

Just as his face was full of smugness, gunfire erupted.

Mr. Peng gaped in shock, incredulously staring at his always-proud goddaughter.

Sang Dan had a weapon pointed directly at him, smoke still rising from the barrel.

"You—" This was the last word Mr. Peng uttered before his demise.

The people around were instantly thrown into chaos, all stunned by the scene before them.

Mr. Peng’s body fell uncontrollably, dying with his eyes wide open, unable to comprehend why the goddaughter who saved him would kill him.

A lifetime of playing with hawks, only to have his eyes pecked out by one; he died with nothing resolved.

He would never know his goddaughter’s true identity, nor her noble profession.

A profession that is the guardian angel in the hearts of billions.