?70: Section 70 You Choose 70: Section 70 You Choose After hearing Shen Yue’s conclusion, Hai Mingzhu immediately realized the gravity of the situation.

    She quickly moved away from the windowsill, pulling Shen Yue into the living room.

    She closed the heavy curtains and turned off the main lights, leaving only the wall lights on.

    She executed these actions as if following a rehearsed procedure, causing Shen Yue to chuckle in surprise, “What are you doing?”

    “Are you genuinely clueless or pretending to be?” Hai Mingzhu asked, puzzled.

    “An assassin doesn’t necessarily have to show up to kill us.

    Professional assassins have sniper rifles.

    You know what those are, right?”

    Shen Yue nodded in response.

    Each had his strengths and shortcomings, and Shen Yue wasn’t omniscient.

    Hai Mingzhu decided to enlighten him on knowledge about assassination, “A sniper rifle can be used to aim at long distances.

    If the killer uses a sniper rifle, we could be taken out by a single shot from exposed areas like the balcony or beside the window.”

    “To snipe, he needs a vantage point.

    Haven’t you noticed that we are on the topmost floor with a clear open space in front of us?

    The vast sea is the only thing beyond that.

    Is he going to snipe us from a helicopter?” Shen Yue countered.

    Hai Mingzhu was taken aback, not expecting Shen Yue to have observed the surroundings more meticulously than she did.

    “Nevertheless, it’s always better to be cautious,” Shen Yue added.

    Hai Mingzhu knew Shen Yue was trying to comfort her to prevent a blow to her self-esteem.

    She mulled over his thoughtfulness.

    She glanced towards the study and asked with some surprise, “What are President Jin and Cui Xin’ai discussing?

    Why is it taking them so long?”

    Shen Yue shook his head, indicating he had no idea.

    “Advisor Shen,” Hai Mingzhu pulled Shen Yue to sit on a corner sofa, still seemingly worried about a sniper coming by helicopter, “I have a speculation.

    I’m not sure whether I should talk about it or not?”

    Shen Yue appeared surprised, not expecting Hai Mingzhu to be cautious about expressing her opinion.

    “Promise not to tell President Jin,” Hai Mingzhu started, not waiting for Shen Yue’s response, “Like I mentioned earlier, Jin Xin seems quite familiar with this place, like he’s the actual owner.

    Look at the way he poured the tea; it was such a natural movement.

    These behaviors are subconscious habits in psychological terms.”

    “What’s your conclusion?” Shen Yue probed.

    “Could there be some relationship between Jin Xin and Cui Xin’ai?” Hai Mingzhu whispered into Shen Yue’s ear.

    “Well…

    We all know that.

    It was mentioned just now.” Shen Yue frowned.

    “Not that kind of relationship—the other kind,” Hai Mingzhu explained, leaving Shen Yue more puzzled.

    Gathering her courage, she clarified, “Could Li Yawei be President Jin’s daughter?”

    Shen Yue looked like he was about to faint.

    Hai Mingzhu pierced the bubble of silence.

    In her mind, she needed to get to the bottom of this, “Having studied psychology, I can tell from their facial expressions while talking that Cui Xin’ai’s relationship with Jin Xin isn’t that of an employer to a bodyguard.

    Cui Xin’ai looks up to Jin Xin…” She struggled to find the right words, finally saying, “It’s an adoring kind of look, also a habit.

    These small body language details are formed over a long time and unnoticeable to the person doing them.

    But someone well-versed in the study of psycholinguistics would get it instantly.”

    Shen Yue squinted his eyes but didn’t respond immediately.

    “You’ve noticed this too, haven’t you?

    I can see it, you can’t possibly fail to notice.” Before Hai Mingzhu could continue, the study room’s door opened, and Jin Xin walked out.

    Seeing Jin Xin’s gaze turn towards them, Hai Mingzhu panicked a bit, worried that her whispered conversation was overheard.

    A slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth, Jin Xin asked, “You two seem to be getting along quite well; your body language suggests a surprising level of intimacy.

    Have your feelings for each other grown so much since the evening that I need to prepare an early wedding present?”

    Realizing something, Hai Mingzhu quickly pulled away, realizing she was indeed too close to Shen Yue.

    “President Jin, what nonsense are you talking about?” Hai Mingzhu had no idea that Jin Xin was also versed in body language, “We were discussing the gunman.

    We think that the gunman has a connection with the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk and is somehow related to Li Yawei.

    The gunman likely knows everything about Li Yawei and could strike at any time.”

    “I’m aware.” Jin Xin replied casually.

    “You’re aware?

    You knew this and still brought Li Yawei here?” Hai Mingzhu was incredulous.

    Jin Xin stared at Hai Mingzhu, a cold flame flickering in his eyes, “I’m hoping the gunman would come to us.

    Where else am I supposed to find him?”

    Hai Mingzhu fell silent, finally understanding, “Are you suggesting, President Jin, that it’s either us or the assassin?”

    Jin Xin didn’t respond, but his expression said it all.

    “I just spoke to Ms.

    Cui…

    She doesn’t know anything about her daughter’s situation.

    For years, she hasn’t seen Li Yawei.

    It was only a week ago that Li Yawei called her.

    Li Yawei sounded panicked and tense, only mentioning that someone was trying to kill her.

    Distraught, Ms.

    Cui asked her to return immediately.

    That’s the extent of what she knows.

    I’ve told her about the potential danger, and she thinks my idea of waiting for the assassin to come to us is feasible.”

    Hai Mingzhu challenged, “Waiting for the assassin to show up is a good idea.

    But have you considered, President Jin, that the killer has a gun!

    What do we have, kitchen knives?”

    Jin Xin’s smile was icily cold, “He has a gun, and so do we.

    That’s why I came out to find you.

    Come with me.” He gestured towards the study.

    Hai Mingzhu was a bit confused.

    She wondered where Jin Xin could possibly hide firearms.

    Once they were back in the study, Jin Xin addressed Cui Xin’ai, “Ms.

    Cui, there’s no need to introduce Shen Yue, I’ve mentioned him to you before.”

    Cui Xin’ai nodded subtly, offering Shen Yue a friendly smile.

    Jin Xin continued, “This young lady is Hai Mingzhu.

    She hasn’t been with us long but she’s a trustworthy girl!” Hai Mingzhu felt a bit touched, but the statement that Jin Xin made next caused her warmth to fade, “Shen Yue trusts Hai Mingzhu, and I trust Shen Yue.”

    “I trust you,” Cui Xin’ai added, before instructing everyone, “Go ahead and pick.”

    Pick what?

    As Hai Mingzhu wondered, Cui Xin’ai approached the bookshelf in the study.

    She manipulated a seemingly decorative and unremarkable bas-relief. Sёar?h the ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Putting her hands at the edge of the shelf, she pushed it, causing the entire bookshelf to rotate, revealing its backside.

    Hai Mingzhu almost dropped her jaw as she looked at the bookshelf’s hidden side.

    The backside of the shelf was filled with objects.

    They were not books, but various long and short firearms, along with hand grenades and ammunition.

    At a glance, the weapons stockpiled could easily arm a whole squad.

    Like in a dream, Hai Mingzhu had never imagined that Giant Li’s fourth aunt would have an armory hidden in her house!

    What exactly was Cui Xin’ai up to?

    Could she be the fabled arms dealer?!

    Jin Xin offered no explanation.

    Cui Xin’ai stepped forward, picked up a pistol from the concealed armory, and explained, “This is a Makarov pistol, made in the former Soviet Union, also known as the ‘Red Star Pistol,’ with an 8-round capacity.

    This model has the shortest recoil of all the pistols, which means it’s the most stable.

    It has a short sighting radius and is very accurate at close quarters, making it suitable for indoor combat.”

    After explaining, Cui Xin’ai held out the pistol to Shen Yue, completely ignoring Hai Mingzhu’s stunned expression, “Advisor Shen, this pistol should be a good fit for you.”