My Scheming Little Devil

After the Su Family was annihilated by the United Army, the godfather would certainly not allow any incriminating evidence against the Su Family to remain.

At that time, finding any evidence of the godfather’s crimes would be even more difficult.

Ye Lu fell silent; she was acutely aware that this was a heaven-sent opportunity, but she also knew the defensive measures in the Su Family’s region were so severe that suspects were shot on sight.

So, for the Su Family’s main household, how strict and frightening would the defenses be? After all, it was the headquarters of the world’s number one drug lord; even a fly probably couldn’t escape.

He was not in his own country, he had no power to leverage, and he couldn’t even bring his subordinates because the more people there were, the greater the risk of being discovered. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Therefore, he must act alone.

She dared not imagine what would happen if he failed and was caught.

Thinking of those brutal tales of dismemberment made her shiver with fear.

"Lu’er, don’t you trust my abilities?" Third Young Master Jun said with dissatisfaction.

"I trust you," Ye Lu said with a bitter smile, but she also believed that the drug lords were not vegetarians.

Their homes were bound to be as solid as iron barrels, with guards and high-tech surveillance inside and out, in an atmosphere of tight security, where not even a mosquito could enter.

For him to dodge all the guards and surveillance and enter the drug lord’s secret study room—all by himself—would be a thousand times more dangerous than stepping into a dragon’s den or a tiger’s lair; it would be a slim chance of survival.

Wasn’t she afraid? She was terrified to death, wishing she could fly to his side and brave the dangers with him.

But she couldn’t stop him; she even had to try her best to encourage him, to give him enough strength.

Because once he decided on something, he would surely do it, and apart from encouraging him, ensuring that he had no worries, what else could she do?

"Alright, you go then. It’s the same words as always: I’ll wait for you!" She gripped the handset tightly, struggling to suppress the fear in her heart.

But this wait turned out to be five days.

On the third day, without having received a call from Third Young Master Jun, Ye Lu was already extremely anxious and couldn’t help but contact Feiyu to see if there was any news about Third Young Master Jun from his end.

Feiyu was in N Nation, acting as an external supporter, always standing by in the city where they were staying.

He said he also hadn’t received any contact from Third Young Master Jun.

Ye Lu became even more agitated, filled with uncontrollable panic. Had something happened to Third Young Master Jun? Was he discovered by the Su Family when he infiltrated and captured?

She was restless day and night, and within a few days, she had lost a lot of weight, her whole appearance pale and haggard.

Then, on the fifth day, Feiyu called with a voice full of excruciating pain, saying,

Third Young Master Jun is dead!

The phone in Ye Lu’s hand instantly dropped to the floor.

And her face turned pale as she staggered backwards a few steps, her body going soft and she fainted.

...

Ye Lu woke up with tears streaming down her face, to find a crowd of worried people gathered around her bedside.

This included her two treasures, Mu Bao’er, and Ling Kong, all looking at her with concerned eyes.

But she was in no mood for anything, her whole being distraught.

"Mommy, what’s wrong? What happened?" Yuanyuan and Yiyi both looked at her with great concern, sensing from her despairing expression that something bad might have occurred.

Ye Lu, seeing the worry on their little faces, began to cry even harder.

"Mommy, tell us, what happened?" Ye Yi asked with big, puzzled eyes, her small hand gripping hers, a warm heat transferring from the touch.

Staring blankly at her two treasures, thinking of their father, Ye Lu felt her emotions collapsing completely; she hugged the two treasures tightly, tears streaming like fountains, sobbing uncontrollably.