The Destiny Villainess Wants Me To Work!-Chapter 87: Little Girl!
Several gang members immediately rushed out of the warehouse.
The remaining ones tightened their grip on their weapons.
Wen Jun walked closer, his pistol aimed directly at Su Mo’s face.
"So," he said coldly, "how many people did you bring with you?"
Su Mo raised an eyebrow.
"First of all," he said, "your imagination is impressive."
"Second... why don’t you take me seriously?"
"Just you?" Wen Jun sneered.
He pressed the pistol against Su Mo’s temple.
"This beauty in my hand can handle eight people like you."
Instead of fear, Su Mo only looked amused.
Wen Jun frowned.
’Is he confident... or just stupid?’
Either way, he needed information.
Were ordinary police involved? Or armed units?
Su Mo met his gaze calmly. Then his lips curved into a mischievous grin.
"Unfortunately for you," he said softly. "From now on... your beauty belongs to me."
Wen Jun frowned.
"What nonsense are you talking—"
His words stopped abruptly.
The pistol suddenly tore itself out of his hand.
Before he could react, the weapon floated in midair.
Then it turned.
The barrel pointed directly at his own head.
Wen Jun stared at the gun in disbelief.
Su Mo chuckled.
"This scene feels strangely familiar," he murmured.
Then he leaned forward slightly and said with a playful smile.
"Mr Wen... your darling betrayed you. Now what?"
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Wen Jun’s expression shifted rapidly between shock and disbelief. For several seconds, he simply stared at the floating gun pointed at his own head, unable to process what had just happened.
But confusion didn’t lead to fear.
Instead, it turned into anger.
"S-shoot him!" he shouted, his voice breaking slightly. "Kill this freak!"
The gang members who had been staring blankly at the floating pistol finally snapped out of their daze. Their training kicked in almost instinctively. Several men raised their assault rifles and pulled the triggers without hesitation.
Gunfire erupted inside the warehouse.
A storm of bullets tore through the air toward Su Mo.
"Sigh... how troublesome."
Su Mo let out a quiet sigh and lifted one hand casually.
In the next instant, the bullets stopped.
Every single round froze in midair as if time itself had been paused. Dozens of small copper alloy projectiles hung suspended between Su Mo and the gunmen, their momentum completely gone.
The warehouse fell silent.
The gang members stared at the floating bullets with wide eyes.
Su Mo looked at them calmly.
"Let’s stop this, alright?" he said mildly. "You really don’t want to make me angry."
Before anyone could react, something even stranger happened.
The assault rifles in the gang members’ hands suddenly began to twist.
Metal groaned as if the weapons had come alive. The barrels bent, the stocks curved, and the gun bodies wrapped around their wrists.
Within seconds, the rifles had deformed into crude metallic restraints.
The weapons clamped tightly around their wrists like handcuffs.
The gang members tried to pull away, but the metal only tightened further.
"W-what the hell is this?!"
"Boss!"
"Get it off!"
But no matter how hard they struggled, the twisted rifles held firm.
Wen Jun was the only one still free.
For a brief moment, he thought of escaping.
Then the floating bullets began to move.
The dozens of projectiles spiralled through the air like a swarm of metal insects. They gathered in front of him, rotating faster and faster.
The bullets melted.
Molten metal fused in midair, reshaping itself into a thick metallic ring.
A second later, the newly formed cuff snapped shut around Wen Jun’s wrists.
Everything had happened in less than a few seconds.
By the time the gang members realised what was going on, even their boss was already restrained—handcuffed by their bullets.
The warehouse fell deathly quiet.
Wen Jun slowly raised his head and looked at Su Mo.
His eyes were bloodshot, filled with anger... and a faint trace of fear he could no longer hide.
"You... who the hell are you?"
Su Mo stood up lazily from the chair.
"None of your business."
He slipped his hands into his pockets and waved his fingers lightly.
At that moment, the metal cuffs on the gang members suddenly jerked forward.
An invisible magnetic force pulled them together.
Within seconds, the entire group was dragged into a tight cluster.
Their bodies were forced into an awkward formation—like a football team huddling together before a match.
Several of them nearly fell over each other trying to maintain balance.
Wen Jun clenched his teeth but didn’t dare shout again.
The man standing before them was clearly not someone they could understand.
In their minds, he might as well have been a demon.
Their furious expressions revealed exactly what they were thinking.
Even a child could tell they were cursing Su Mo in their hearts.
Su Mo, however, had already lost interest in them.
Without another glance, he turned toward the sack lying on the floor.
Before leaving, he checked on the child he had rescued.
He crouched down and untied the rope.
When he opened the sack and lowered it, a small girl appeared inside.
She looked about six or seven years old.
Her small body was curled up, arms wrapped around her knees. Despite the situation, she was surprisingly quiet.
She stared at Su Mo calmly.
However, Su Mo could sense the faint nervousness hidden in her eyes.
"You’re safe now, little girl," he said gently.
"With me here, those bad guys won’t hurt you."
The girl didn’t respond immediately.
She continued staring at him for several seconds.
Finally, she nodded slightly.
"Thank you, Uncle."
The faint smile on Su Mo’s face froze.
His eyebrow twitched.
"Call me big brother," he said with mild annoyance.
The girl nodded again with an innocent expression.
"I understand, Uncle Brother."
Su Mo stared at her.
For a moment, he was convinced the child had done it on purpose.
Unfortunately, he had no proof.
In the end, he sighed and gave up.
"Fine... whatever."
He reached into the sack and lifted her up.
The girl was light. He easily held her with one arm.
"What’s your name?" he asked.
"Li Mei."
*** 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
(A.N: Does the name sound familiar?)
