Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system-Chapter 640: Shotgun Girl’s return

Naturally, the fate of the unlucky robber couldn’t be more obvious. It shouldn’t even be regarded as unfortunate since he managed to stay alive.

His foolish actions were so awkward and irritating that the two operators had no desire to intervene.

A few days later, in a bar somewhere.

Crack.

Ling Qingyu slammed the bottom of a huge beer mug onto the wooden table and smacked her lips.

Alas, the taste at home was unbeatable, but sometimes eating and drinking outside brought about cravings.

Across from her sat another girl, her face utterly devoid of life, clearly dragged here against her will. Find your next read at novelbuddy

Ling Qingyu felt an itch to tease the girl even more upon noticing her expression. Girls should look like this—reserved and indifferent—not like a maniac obsessed with explosions.

The girl was none other than the legendary shotgun girl, famous among the sisters for being taciturn, quiet, and exceptionally lethal in combat.

Ling Qingyu couldn’t resist the urge to break the girl’s stoic demeanor and smother her with affection, hugging and playing with her like a doll.

Of course, that was too out of character for someone with her image as a leader. In truth, Ling Qingyu wasn’t the only one; everyone in the group enjoyed teasing the shotgun loli.

Among the girls, she seemed to be the youngest, shortest, and most immature. While the others, who practiced the ancient yet profound sutra compiled by Instructor Tang, had grown taller—most exceeding 1.7 meters—the shotgun loli remained below that height.

Technically, nothing much had changed, and she retained her title as "loli," at least when compared with her Spirit Fox sisters.

To outsiders unfamiliar with her, her height might still seem tall. But despite her stature, her bone and muscle density enhancements were no less impressive than the others’.

Aside from her height, she was also an undeniable powerhouse. That’s why Ling Qingyu immediately grabbed her for an outing as soon as she realized the girl had returned.

Shotgun girl and her team had been away, traveling on Elena’s submarine, and hadn’t been back since. They were circling the world in 80 days, mostly near Washington in Country A, thanks to Elena’s obsession.

Though they had sailed far from Ling Qingyu’s warm home, their treatment hadn’t suffered.

Given the submarine’s massive size and abundant amenities, none of the girls felt bored or stressed living underwater. The simulated scenarios quenched their thirst for excitement.

Before returning, they managed to apprehend five robbers who had previously slipped through their grasp due to political interference.

Neither Athena nor the Spirit Fox team had any intention of letting them go, no matter how tragic or reasonable the robber leader’s circumstances might have been—even if he had a military background.

After all, did the victims have a choice? Especially the bank clerk who had almost suffered the worst nightmare for any woman.

Not to mention, if not for Tang Ziyi and Athena’s advanced technology providing a black-tech armored system, Ling Qingyu’s girls might have been killed or maimed for life. That alone was enough to justify their hatred.

Since that incident, Ling Qingyu had waited patiently, never easing up on the monitoring of the five robbers.

It wasn’t wise to intervene and risk destroying the negotiation results her wife had worked on. Besides, those culprits couldn’t escape her watchful eyes.

Thus, the group on the submarine kidnapped the five blindfolded men in the dead of night, snatching them from a certain country in Elephant Continent, where they had been living lavishly.

All of them were drugged and completely helpless against the well-prepared Spirit Fox team, without even realizing they were being attacked.

When they woke up, they found themselves behind bars in Province N. The five exchanged uneasy glances, terrified.

Who could have predicted their smooth, easy lives would come crashing down? Even their military contacts were stunned when they learned the men had been captured.

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They couldn’t dismiss Spirit Fox or accuse them of breaking their promises. While the original agreement held, it didn’t restrict the team from acting on foreign soil.

Even Yang Qingyue was shocked, though she and Cai Ning were delighted to receive this "New Year’s gift."

At the very least, the fugitives who had been on the run were now back in custody. From the interrogation, the duo quickly deduced that Spirit Fox had captured them overseas.

They had thought they might have overestimated Ling Qingyu’s capabilities, but in truth, they had underestimated her reach.

The two knew better than to probe further into how Ling Qingyu’s subordinates had succeeded. If that woman wanted to share the details, she would have done so by now.

Thanks to her subordinates, Yang Qingyue and Cai Ning now had the leverage to play their next hand.

Though a promise had been made, it didn’t mean there wouldn’t be follow-ups from other angles.

Compared to the other girls, who played around at their leisure, shotgun girl had different priorities. Her idea of fun revolved around big guns and explosions.

This was precisely why Ling Qingyu forcibly dragged her out to enjoy the world beyond their battlefield. Both of them wore holographic masks to obscure their identities.

Shotgun girl pursed her lips as Ling Qingyu stared at her and muttered, "Boring."

Ling Qingyu’s eyelids twitched, but she couldn’t help laughing. This girl never spared her boss any face. What a temper.

At the same time, she felt a bit relieved. At least the girl was talking now and seemed less isolated. Perhaps some people just needed more time to connect.

Shotgun girl ignored her reaction and sipped her cocktail, casting disdainful glances at Ling Qingyu’s choice of drink.

What kind of idiot orders beer in a high-end bar?

Oh, right—her boss.

If not for the excellent salary and elite treatment, she would’ve spoken her mind without hesitation.

Clank!

The glass shattered, alarming the two. They turned toward the sound and heard a man cursing.

The bar music stopped, and everyone turned their heads. Ling Qingyu and Shotgun Girl calmly took another sip and observed the situation.

The dim lighting obscured details, but people could still pinpoint the general direction of the commotion. The bar wasn’t too large, though bigger than the average café.

"Bitch, what are you complaining about? You women always know how to whine!" The man stood up, venting his anger.

The woman cowered and sniffled in response, clearly keen to oblige and avoid resistance.

Ling Qingyu and Shotgun Girl narrowed their eyes, dangerous glints flashing across their pupils. It seemed to be a case of domestic abuse. The man’s behavior mirrored the mindset of those who believed women needed to be beaten to "know their place."

Of course, they could contemplate the issue on a broader spectrum, but Ling Qingyu and her partner refrained from intervening for now. The situation hadn’t escalated to a degree that warranted action.

After all, the mess left behind by domestic abuse wasn’t something resolved with a single action. If the victim couldn’t willingly extricate herself from danger, there was little they could do.

Not to mention, both were here to relax, not to spread righteousness or justice. Call her pretentious or indifferent, but Ling Qingyu simply didn’t have the desire to act.

However, the situation escalated when the woman’s lack of response angered the man, prompting him to lay hands on her. He pushed her to the floor, delivering two kicks before stepping back, only to charge forward for another powerful strike.

The people around were too stunned to speak, except for a few who muttered half-heartedly for the man to stop embarrassing himself in public and "settle it at home."

Hearing those comments, Ling Qingyu and Shotgun Girl’s faces darkened. This man dared to blatantly bully the woman, and the crowd’s remarks only added to their disgust.

What gave these people the confidence to think this could be "settled at home"? In truth, such individuals were selfish, more concerned about avoiding involvement than taking action.

Fortunately, a few onlookers called the emergency number. Compared to those who only spoke without acting, they were at least better.

Another woman stepped in, trying to shield the victim. At the very least, she had the courage to stand up against the escalating violence. However, the man easily threw her aside and returned to his target, stomping on her waist.

While Ling Qingyu could have continued to watch with cold detachment, her partner couldn’t. Naturally, Ling Qingyu would have stepped in if the situation worsened, striking swiftly and decisively with grounded justification.

Shotgun Girl, however, interrupted her plan, but Ling Qingyu didn’t blame her. After all, they were Spirit Fox operators. Despite serving under her orders, they carried hearts of justice wherever they went.

Women’s physiques were inherently more vulnerable. Being struck in the abdomen was particularly dangerous, as it housed vital organs, including the womb.

Rupture or internal damage to this area was as critical as injuries to the kidney or liver, often requiring emergency treatment.

Judging by the man’s ruthlessness and the force of his kicks, the damage would undoubtedly be severe.

Shotgun Girl sprinted without hesitation, striking at his lower limbs with precision and speed.