"Miss Wen Min, hello."
A strange male voice came from the phone, seemingly that of a middle-aged man.
Wen Min's expression changed, "Who are you? Why are you holding Chen Gong's phone? What happened to him!"
Her voice was sharp and fierce, laced with malice and threat.
As a master of Gu in the southwestern tribes, she had captivated countless men with her exotic beauty in her youth, and had also killed many. Many veteran figures in underground forces had only heard her name.
It was only after Jiang Jiayi pulled many strings that she was able to approach Wen Min.
Seeing the girl's sincere plea, she gave her the mother-child Gu to control certain matters, only to later learn that Jiang Jiayi had given it to Shao Lin.
Later, by chance, Chen Gong contacted her.
The first time she saw Chen Gong, she fell in love with this mysterious and dangerous man. She could have used the forbidden arts of love Gu to control him.
But she didn't want to.
Wen Min had always been confident, believing she could conquer this man.
The feeling of conquering a prey was what she desired, yet she never expected that in her interactions with Chen Gong, she would fall in love with him uncontrollably.
Later, she became his woman and began to follow his orders.
Assisting Shao Lin, taking Su Ding's child, raising her in country M, and waiting for Chen Gong's return.
Unexpectedly…
Chen Gong never came back.
"Miss Wen Min, Mr. Chen Gong is dead. Yesterday, he told me that if I could find this phone and contact you, and transmit the data on the phone to you, you would give me five hundred thousand. Does that still count?"
The person on the other end of the phone said.
Upon hearing the word "dead" about Chen Gong, Wen Min's face abruptly changed, her heart feeling as if it had been shot, a sudden pang of pain.
"He's dead? Did you see it with your own eyes?"
She asked in a low voice, clearly disbelieving the fact.
The person on the other end said with certainty, "Yes, many people saw it. It was someone named Su Ding who shot Mr. Chen Gong in the head. I'll send you the picture."
Since he had received this secret mission from Chen Gong long ago, he had been observing the surrounding changes.
After Chen Gong was shot in the head, he secretly took a picture, intending to get money from this person named Wen Min. He was just a nobody and wouldn't participate in such subversive activities, but he was very keen on taking advantage of opportunities to make money.
Ding dong.
Wen Min's phone received an image.
It was the scene of Chen Gong being shot in the head and lying in a pool of blood. At that moment, Su Ding stood with a gun, her expression one of cold indifference, as if she wanted to kill him.
"Su Ding."
Wen Min's heart felt as if it were being torn apart. She glared hatefully at Su Ding in the photo.
She couldn't even bear to look at Chen Gong's body. The man she loved so much was really gone, and he had been brutally murdered.
She was filled with hatred.
She should have gone with Chen Gong back then.
"Hello, Miss Wen Min, are you still there?" The person on the phone, finding no response for a long time, asked.
Wen Min bit her lip tightly, tears falling onto the screen. She wiped them away forcefully.
She let out a low hum.
"Look, I'm taking a risk to do this business. That fifty thousand..."
The person asked tentatively. In fact, before making the call, he had thought about secretly copying a piece of this data. Since sending it out could earn him fifty thousand, this data must be very valuable, and he could sell it to the fort master and others.
However, when he tried to study the data on the phone, he found nothing valuable.
And naturally, he dared not approach anyone else. If he were exposed, he would be finished.
He just followed Chen Gong's previous instructions and called this woman.
"Account number," Wen Min said, her voice hoarse.
Seeing how straightforward the woman was, the person quickly provided his account number.
Within seconds, 250,000 arrived.
He understood that the remaining 250,000 would only be transferred after the data was sent.
"Miss Wen Min, how should I transmit the data?" the person asked cautiously.