4773: Lu Yan's Additional Story (3)

Lu Yan's Additional Story (3)

"If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up…"0

Seeing that Qiao Fei didn't say anything, Lu Yan quickly touched her watch and continued eating her vermicelli.

Three minutes later.

A notification of incoming money transfer appeared on her watch.

It showed that she had been transferred 50 million into her Swiss bank account. Of course, Lu Yan used US dollars.

So this time, she really did cheat Qiao Fei of his money.

Who was Qiao Fei?

He was the third young master of the Qiao family, the number one arms dealer in Russia.

He was the man whom the entire family thought highly of and was going to become the head of the family.

Lu Yan's two subordinates, Ah Lai and Jin Jue, had met Qiao Fei before.

He was an extremely good-looking silver-haired youth.

He was described as a youth because he looked like he would never age.

Qiao Fei's face, in particular, was blank and expressionless.

Just like how he would remain calm even when the world was ending.

However, when he was with Lu Yan, he would always be full of affection and smile brightly.

Lu Yan and Qiao Fei had known each other since they were young, but because Lu Yan never stayed at a fixed place and ran around the world.

Therefore, they didn't have many chances to meet. Lu Yan had her own headquarters on an island that couldn't even be located by satellite.

It wasn't because the satellites in the other countries were weak, but because Lu Yan's technology was too advanced.

She had secret equipment that could turn the entire island invisible.

The most impressive thing was that if a ship or plane passed nearby, she would use a signal to interfere, causing all the uninvited guests who entered by accident or for a purpose to change direction and take a detour. Of course, these impressive installations were not done by her hand, but by her father, the man who was the target of the world—Professor Lu.

"Boss, Young Master Qiao is so nice to you." Ah Lai was straightforward.

He had met Lu Yan at the West Point Military Academy. After seeing her capabilities, he had willingly followed her.

Of course, they were not deserters. But the secret military school in West Point was a crazy training ground.

Most of the others had been secretly captured by agents. They were talents from all over the world and were mostly physically strong.

As for Lu Yan, she had walked right into their trap. She had joined willingly.

At the graduation banquet, Lu Yan was originally the prey.

She led her temporary teammates to counterattack and killed all the hunters. Lu Yan killed three senior instructors and escaped with her team.

Country M was still sending people to hunt them down and seek revenge…

However, seeking revenge on Lu Yan was practically impossible.

She had always thought that she must have been a cat in her previous life. Otherwise, why would she have so many lives that she would not die even after being shot or stabbed?

"Bullshit, am I not good to him?" Lu Yan rolled her eyes.

"You're good too, but you're just a little bit nicer to Qiao Fei… He's extremely extremely nice to you… hehe."

Everyone close to Lu Yan knew that she was actually very childish.

Especially when it came to her own people, she would behave like a 20-year-old girl and sometimes not even as mature as a 20-year-old.

She was actually a child in her heart, but she had no choice but to do things outside that would make others tremble.

If an ordinary person called eating and sleeping everyday life.

In that case, Lu Yan could consider pursuing others and being hunted down on her job and everyday life.

Or rather, it was to survive…

She had separated from her father when she was very young. In order not to implicate her daughter, the professor's whereabouts were very secretive. Even Lu Yan didn't know his exact location.

When Lu Yan was eight years old, she could live alone in a city, a country, and escape from all kinds of assassins.

So if you were curious about why she was so powerful.

She would tell you very firmly: 'because I came from—hell.'

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