A Big Shot's Woman Is Wild and Fierce

Mu Bei, seeing Wen Xin’s demeanor, wisely closed his mouth, daring not to make any sound.

At that moment, the quiet atmosphere inside the car felt suffocating.

Around ten o’clock at night, a convoy of more than a dozen cars arrived at the border of the Southern Territory. There was a checkpoint surrounded by the border, guarded by military police.

Wen Xin, who had been sleeping the entire way, slowly opened her eyes and surveyed the outside scene. She narrowed her slightly groggy eyes, not expecting the grip on the border to be so strict in F territory.

“Do we still need to get out of the car for inspection?” she asked.

“No need…” The one answering Wen Xin was the driver.

The driver had been driving very smoothly the entire journey, making it so Wen Xin didn’t feel the slightest bump while sleeping.

He hadn’t spoken throughout the drive, but when he did, Wen Xin couldn’t help but look at him.

“We have special passes. In F territory, no one can arbitrarily check us. Miss Wen, you just need to sit comfortably in the car.”

Indeed, as soon as the driver finished speaking, the first car in the convoy began moving, and each car followed, heading south.

At the border, there were others undergoing inspection, one of whom was Wei Shisheng, who had been out of touch for a long time.

Wei Shisheng, impatient, glanced at the man beside him, “Didn’t you say that people from your place have privileges? Why are we still queueing up for inspection? Look at that convoy; they arrived later than us and didn’t undergo inspection before entering…”

“So much for your so-called privilege!”

Wei Shisheng watched as the convoy drove straight out of the border, grumbling as she eyed the retreating vehicles.

“You can’t blame me for this! If it weren’t for my grandfather, who explicitly reminded me to keep a low profile and not reveal my identity while abroad, I would certainly have privileges!”

A bystander listening to their conversation couldn’t help but chuckle, “In F territory, only the overlord of F territory has privileges. Even though F territory’s power structure is complicated, none can avoid inspection when crossing the border!”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but those car plates are white, symbolizing status within F territory. In the future, when you see those plates, you’d best steer clear, or you might disappear from this world without a trace.”

The blond, blue-eyed man looked at Wei Shisheng with a hint of mockery in his eyes. He found their talk of privileges in F territory rather amusing.

The local forces in F territory were famously indifferent to those from outside, and even people from the Independent State conducted business politely before their overlord.

Hearing the man’s words, Wei Shisheng turned to assess the man’s attire and his distinguished presence, along with his knowledgeability, confirming that this man was someone she could not afford to offend.

She gave the man a polite smile, a slight nod, and after saying thank you, she said no more.

Wen Xin’s car slowly came to a stop outside a large building, and she surveyed the surrounding environment. Not far away was a helipad.

The helipad was sprawling and somewhat disorganized, but clearly demarcated. Although it wasn’t as formal as a proper airport, it hosted all types of aircraft and stretched as far as the eye could see.

In another direction lay a harbor, some distance from where Wen Xin was. Her view wasn’t clear, so she didn’t spend much time looking at it.

Just then, two soft taps sounded on the car window. Wen Xin turned her head to see an unfamiliar person, but Mu Bei recognized him and reminded Wen Xin, “This is the Hall Master Zhou of the manor.”

Upon hearing Mu Bei’s words, Wen Xin rolled down the window, removed her cap, and her clean-cut, youthful face was thus exposed to Hall Master Zhou.

Hall Master Zhou involuntarily took a sharp breath, finding it even harder to believe that Mu Bei’s injuries were inflicted by Wen Xin. How could such a delicate young lady commit such a cruel act?

“Hall Master Zhou, is there something you need?” Wen Xin asked, her tone cold as she noticed Hall Master Zhou seemed somewhat absentminded and clearly conveyed her displeasure.

“My apologies, Miss Wen, I was out of line… I just wanted to inform you that we have arrived, and you can get out of the car to rest now…”

Hall Master Zhou seemed to realize that his momentary lapse had been impolite and hurried to apologize to Wen Xin.

“Alright, I understand,” Wen Xin replied indifferently, donning her cap again, gently pushing the car door open, and stepping out.

Mu Bei’s movements were also notably quick, opening the passenger-side door, moving to the rear of the car, opening the trunk, and pulling out her massive suitcase. He trailed behind Wen Xin, with Hall Master Zhou leading them into the building.

Hall Master Zhou assigned Wen Xin the largest room at the back, his voice respectful as he said, “Miss Wen, this room was previously prepared for Master Xi. You’ll rest here for the next few days. Someone will soon come to deliver your dinner. If you need anything… please don’t hesitate to ask!”

Wen Xin merely responded lightly to the vastly different attitude of Hall Master Zhou before striding into the room, taking a look around.

At that moment, the meal delivery person approached the door, knocked gently twice, and entered. Behind the meal delivery person, Mu Bei also came in with an assortment of snacks.

“Miss Wen, my room is right next to yours. You can call me any time you need. You slept quite a bit in the car on the way here; I know you might not feel sleepy. I’ve prepared some snacks especially for you.”

“Also, at four in the morning, Muxi and Hall Master Zhou will be heading to the harbor for a cargo pickup. I’m not sure if you might be interested…”

“What cargo?”

Wen Xin sat on the sofa inside the room, leisurely enjoying her dinner. When she heard about the transaction at four in the morning, her interest was piqued. She looked up at Mu Bei and asked slowly.

“It’s a batch of weapons from Facility 26. Hall Master Zhou just mentioned that someone else is eyeing this shipment, which could be dangerous. He asked me to inquire if Miss Wen would like to go so they can plan how to protect you.”

As Mu Bei finished speaking, he saw Wen Xin’s eyes sparkle, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

Yet, he was already accustomed to it. He felt it would be quite abnormal if Miss Wen weren’t interested in the trade.

“I don’t need people arranged to protect me, I can protect myself,”

Wen Xin muttered, taking a bite of steak that wasn’t quite to her liking.