Side Character Transmigrations: The Final Boss is No Joke

ed her in.
“Scram.”

What appeared to be a gentle and warm girl turned out to be rather terrifying when her face turned dark.
It was as if they could feel a pressure radiating from her that suffocated them and caused their knees to go weak.

But Long Run was experienced in such matters, so he dismissed his bodyguards with a wave.
They slowly retreated out of the room.

Shi Sheng shut the door and pasted a talisman on top.
She’d made no move to hide her action, so everyone saw it, causing them to reveal odd expressions.

Out of all those present, Shen Jiayin’s expression was the oddest.

“Sheng Xia, what are you doing?” Shen Jiayin snatched the opportunity to question her first, since she actually knew her.

Shi Sheng turned to look at her and pointed her sword at Shen Jiayin’s forehead.
“Shut up.
Say one more word, and I’ll(lz) mince you!”

“Sheng—” Shi Sheng’s sword cut her off.
Yin Mo agilely hugged Shen Jiayin and dodged the sword.

“Be good and stay here.
You’ll have your chance to speak.” Shi Sheng didn’t mind that she’d missed.
After all, with the heavenly dao’s help, it’d be impossible for her to hack these two roaches to death anyway.

Shi Sheng looked at Long Run, who was still seated calmly.
“Mr Long, I trust that you’ve been well.”

Unlike three years ago, her voice was no longer immature, but it was still as melodious as ever, like a tinkling stream that flowed straight to one’s heart.

“Ms Sheng, why have you come here kicking up such a fuss?”

“Playing dumb with me?” Shi Sheng kicked a vase that was half the height of a person, shattering it.
“Remember what I told you?”

Long Run’s expression darkened.

The three old fellows looked at each other.
Long Run spoke first, “Sheng Xia, you already know your identity?”

Shi Sheng snorted.
“I’ve always known who I am and what I’m entitled to.
What I want to know is what that land Sheng Shi Group bought is, as well as the truth behind my parents’ deaths.”

“Don’t bother denying it.
Take a look at this yourself.” Shi Sheng tossed them the thumb drive.
“After you’re done, make sure you consider carefully before talking to me.
If anyone dares to start bullshitting, I’ll slaughter the lot of you.
Don’t think I wouldn’t dare.
There’s nothing in this world that I don’t dare to do.”

“You’re mad!” An old man beside Long Run exclaimed in a low voice and an angry face.

“Tsk, just this got you scared? And you call yourself a bigshot?” Shi Sheng scoffed coldly in disdain.
She tapped the table with her sword.
“Hurry up and look.
Stop dallying.”

These three had a combined age of more than 200, yet a girl not even 20 was bossing them around.

The old man seated on Long Run’s left silently put his hand behind him.
Shi Sheng looked at him out of the corner of her eye and saw him pull out a gun and point it at her.

He pushed up his wire framed glasses, a kindly smile still on his face.
“Little lady, do you think your sword is quicker than my gun?”

“Want to try?” The smile that surfaced on Shi Sheng’s face caused the old man to feel a bit uneasy.

But his trust in guns allowed him to suppress that bit of unease.

“Put the sword down, and let’s talk nicely.”

“Idiot.”

The old man felt something hit his wrist, lifting his arm.
His finger accidentally pulled the trigger, causing the gun to shoot the ceiling.

The crack echoed in the room for a long time as the scent of gunpowder diffused in the air.

‘H-how did she do that? She clearly didn’t move at all!’

“She’s a cultivator.” Yin Mo’s unreadable gaze fixed onto Shi Sheng.
“I really hadn’t expected you to be one.”

‘Yu Jiu’s eye for people is as good as always.’

Shi Sheng knew Yin Mo was a cultivator since the storyline had mentioned it.
But in the setting, cultivation methods weren’t complete in this world, so Yin Mo’s aura was a bit haphazard.
Although he’d cultivated longer than her, it couldn’t compare to her much purer spirit energy.

“Glad ta meet ya.” Shi Sheng spit these words out with an empty smile.