The Lamborghini drove smoothly down the road. This time, Cold Night Feather wasn’t speeding. Lin Mi glanced at her, sensing she was hiding something.

They sat in silence. Finally, Lin Mi broke the ice. "Hey, are you hiding something from me?"

Cold Night Feather raised an eyebrow. *Girls’ intuition is terrifying,* she thought. She chose her words carefully—no mentioning "your dad is dying," or Lin Mi might jump out of the car. "My negotiation with your father went smoothly. That’s all."

Cold Night Feather first drove back to Bai Xin’s house and fished out White Feather. As for how she entered the locked house… she smirked. Who said she had to use the front door?

White Feather stayed silent the whole way. With Lin Mi present, it just meowed and tried to flirt with her. Cold Night Feather watched from the side, her eye twitching in annoyance.

Soon, the two girls and the cat reached the gates of Donglin Third Middle School. Cold Night Feather parked in the visitor lot outside and walked with Lin Mi toward the rundown building.

"This young lady is truly impressive," Lin Mi murmured, eyeing the heavy helicopter hovering nearby. On its raven-like body, a shimmering silver dragon emblem was faintly visible. The helicopter seemed to be air-dropping crates to the ground. Cold Night Feather and Lin Mi exchanged a glance and hurried toward it.

When they arrived at the agency, the grass in front was covered with metal crates. Shuo Ye stood at the door. Spotting them, she waved. "You’re back? Perfect. Help me move these."

Without waiting for a reply, she hoisted a crate half her size and strode inside. Cold Night Feather shrugged and followed with Lin Mi to help.

"What are these?" Bai Xin and Zhang Meng, who had been playing on the computer, rushed over curiously.

"Weapons, gear, and ammo," Shuo Ye said, opening the first crate as tall as her. Inside lay a sleek, heavy sniper rifle. Its black coating was etched with mysterious runes on the barrel and magazine. Beside it was a small box, its contents unknown.

Shuo Ye lifted the deadly weapon. "The L115A3 heavy sniper rifle. Made in Britain, delivered since 2008. Someone hit a human target at 2400 meters with it. Standard range is 1600 meters. The old folks modified it—actually, all these weapons are specially altered. They can channel energy to boost shots and even harm Sin Beasts. Though, no one uses single weapons against Sin Beasts anyway. This batch is for us to test, from the family."

She set down the L115A3 and took out the small box. Inside were six bullets, transparent like glass, refracting light. At their center was a red sphere.

"These are special bullets. They’re made from cores extracted from Sin Beasts. Fired from a sniper rifle, they cause massive explosions. Again, we’re the test subjects."

"The other crates have pistols, rifles, and cold weapons made from special materials that conduct energy. Pick one. The last crate has custom combat suits. Oh, and these crates are all bullets." As she spoke, Shuo Ye dragged aside a crate labeled "Bullet."

Hearing this, the girls opened the remaining crates. Sure enough, they were filled with weapons and gear. Bai Xin picked up a pistol, examining it curiously. Compared to Lin Mi, who expertly disengaged the safety on her rifle, Bai Xin looked like a naive newbie.

"You don’t know how to use guns, do you?" Shuo Ye asked. Without waiting for Bai Xin’s reply, she continued, "Well, just take the Desert Eagle you’re holding—the so-called Desert Eagle. Oh, and you, Lin Mi! Can you handle guns?"

"Yes," Lin Mi nodded. To prove it, she disengaged the safety on her M16A1, chambered a round, and re-engaged the safety. She looked well-trained; after all, Lin Tian had taught her. Meanwhile, Bai Xin fumbled for ages just to disengage the safety.

"Not bad," Shuo Ye grinned, putting away her weapon. "Alright, President, tell us about that first commission you mentioned for our agency!" The others weren’t too interested in cold weapons or combat suits; they were common enough.

Cold Night Feather watched the girls arming themselves, nodding in satisfaction. Soon, she’d have a team of three girls and a cat working for her! Plus a mascot. That meant she could openly enjoy life (chronic laziness) without guilt.

She sat on the sofa, crossing her legs. "Actually, it’s about a bunch of bloodsucking bats. The other day, I sent Bai Xin out for real combat and she ran into a low-level vampire. The night before, we were attacked by two vampire thralls. I searched that low-level vampire and found an invitation. I decoded it—they’re gathering at a café this Saturday."

As she spoke, Cold Night Feather pulled out a golden card and showed its contents to the girls.

"I don’t know what they’re planning, but it’s probably nothing good. You go stir up some trouble for them. Can’t go wrong with that," Cold Night Feather shrugged.

Zhang Meng, the mascot listening in, twitched her lips. "Seriously, shouldn’t such dangerous stuff be left to professionals? You’re just ordinary high schoolers. This isn’t an anime—you’re not the world’s top three professions or something!"

Cold Night Feather spread her hands. "The decision isn’t mine. Whether to go or not is up to them."

Shuo Ye pulled out a fragmentation grenade from nowhere, tossing it like an apple. She snorted. "A bunch of thugs armed with dangerous modified guns and even more dangerous powers—ordinary high schoolers?"

Lin Mi didn’t speak. She silently disengaged the safety on her assault rifle.

With the two born killers making their stance clear, everyone turned to Bai Xin, who was huddled silently in the corner.

Bai Xin suddenly felt like a lamb that had wandered into a wolf pack. Only now did she realize Lin Mi and Shuo Ye were true killers at heart. Just days ago, she was a useless lump who did nothing but go to school and laze around at home or in the club, growing moss.

Now, two girls—one holding an M16A1, the other an L115A3 heavy sniper rifle—stood before this former waste of space, saying, "Bai Xin, let’s go save the world."

Bai Xin wanted to say, "You go ahead. I just want to keep lazing around, watching anime and playing games. If the sky falls, tall people will hold it up—what’s it to me?"

But the words stuck in her throat. She feared that if she said them, these rare killer friends would leave her. Then Cold Night Feather would pat her shoulder and say, "I’m so disappointed in you," take the Mystic Necklace, and leave. They’d become people from different worlds, never to meet again. Cold Night Feather would continue to dominate this world, while Bai Xin would revert to being the useless lump who bickered with the trio every day.

But a useless lump, once ignited, never wants to return to its dull, gray existence. So, after a long struggle, Bai Xin seemed to make up her mind. She pulled out the Desert Eagle and slammed it onto the table, shouting:

"Bring it on! Who’s afraid? Even tigers fear a club!"

Cold Night Feather smiled. She knew Bai Xin wouldn’t refuse. Clapping her hands, she said, "Well then, if all three of you decide to fight, I’ll stay here and wait for your good news!"

Shuo Ye cleared her throat. "But when something far stronger than us appears, we’ll still need you to step in."

Cold Night Feather nodded. "Of course. And I have a gift for you: I can make one of you look exactly like that low-level vampire, even matching its aura, to help you infiltrate the gathering."

"Can’t you turn all three of us into vampires?" Bai Xin asked doubtfully.

Cold Night Feather looked at Bai Xin with pity, as if mourning her IQ. "You only have one invitation. And do you think an infiltration mission doesn’t need backup? Or do you plan to die inside?"

Bai Xin coughed awkwardly. Her question was downright idiotic.

Shuo Ye stroked her chin. "Bai Xin, can you drive or handle a sniper rifle?"

Bai Xin shook her head blankly.

Shuo Ye seemed to expect that, but asked out of politeness. She nodded and turned to Lin Mi. "And you?"

"I can use sniper rifles. My father taught me firearms when I was little. Snipers are my favorite," Lin Mi replied.

"Got it. I’ve already divided our roles for this mission. One poses as a vampire to infiltrate, one provides car backup, and one offers sniper support from afar. Bai Xin, you’re the infiltrator!"

"Huh? Me, a useless lump—won’t I mess it up?" Bai Xin froze.

"No choice. You can’t drive or shoot. Don’t worry—infiltration is the easiest job. The President will give you a perfect disguise. Unless you go slap the Dark King’s butt, you’ll be perfectly safe," Shuo Ye shrugged.

Bai Xin thought about it and realized she had a point. She shrank back and fell silent.

"Lin Mi, you’re the sniper. I’ll get a car to back up Bai Xin. Alright, in a few days, we’ll scout the café and make a detailed plan. That’s it for today. What do you think, President?"

Cold Night Feather was expertly opening her computer, not looking back. In a lazy tone, she replied, "Whatever. You youngsters decide for yourselves."