Mated at First Sight
Chapter 575 - 387: Mu Lin is Interrogated (First Update)_1

Chapter 575: Chapter 387: Mu Lin is Interrogated (First Update)_1

The mantis stalks the cicada, but doesn’t know that an oriole is just behind. As if on a whim, she, the little cicada, instantly transforms into the little oriole lurking behind the mantis. Quite an interesting situation, she supposes.

"What do you want to do?" She pulls her gaze away from Mu Lin’s small bag and meets Mu Lin’s stern face. His good looks are still as blinding as ever, captivatingly so.

Mi Zheng admits that this is the first time he has encountered a woman who could match him in beauty.

That makes him somewhat narcissistic. Comparing his looks with a woman, he really has no shame.

"It has nothing to do with you." Mu Lin’s cold response is typical when dealing with those she despises. Not even giving them an inch. Mi Zheng is puzzled; he’s not sure why Mu Lin dislikes him so much, he’s never offended her, has he?

At most, he has been a bit persistent, he merely wanted to know her name. Why is that so difficult?

Perhaps it was just out of curiosity about her, he didn’t mean any harm.

This might be true for others, but he genuinely cherished the girl in front of him.

If Mu Lin knew about his introspection, she would probably respond with a cold, mocking smile. Cherish? Does he even know what that means?

Across from her.

All the movements of the other party are now in Mu Lin’s field of vision. He seems to be waiting for her to show a weakness. Among the snipers, patience is a necessity. The corners of Mu Lin’s mouth curl up faintly, her cold smile bone-chilling. Without a word from Mi Zheng, his sight is suddenly swept with a flash of silver. "Bang" a gunshot, the bullet roars out.

She watches the trajectory of the bullet without blinking. As the bullet strikes the object, the curve of Mu Lin’s mouth deepens into a dark smile.

It seems her calculations were correct.

The effective range of the handgun in her hand is three hundred meters, the power would severely degrade after two hundred. However, that’s precisely what Mu Lin needs, the force after the degradation.

Even for Mu Lin, it’s impossible to send a silver needle four hundred meters away, let alone hitting the target. Yet, if the needle is propelled by a bullet, it’s a different story altogether.

Mu Lin is gambling, she’s calculating. She doesn’t know if she can succeed, but as the saying goes, "You haven’t tried it, so how do you know you can’t succeed?"

Compared to aimless speculation, Mu Lin prefers to take action.

Therefore, when she witnesses the disbelieving look in the other party’s eyes, she knows she’s succeeded. Although the silver needle didn’t hit the exact position she aimed for, it doesn’t matter.

The key thing is, she hit the target.

Bai Hao feels a prick of pain and looks at the silver needle that had appeared on the back of his hand, disbelief on his face. He quickly looks in the direction from which the needle came. Spotting the vague silhouette by the window, his anger intensifies.

To his utter disbelief, he got outsmarted and failed to notice that his target had already escaped his line of sight.

Indeed... She is worthy of the title "Poison Doctor". Bai Hao has never made a mistake while on a mission, but today he did, and it was a fatal one.

She only had a handgun, but she managed to shoot a tiny silver needle into the back of his hand. It’s not something an ordinary person could accomplish.

Such sniping skills, even Bai Hao himself is not sure he could match.

In the end, he underestimated her. But he admits, his loss was fair.

He pulls the silver needle from his hand, only to collapse unconsciousness the next moment.

Just before he loses consciousness, Mu Lin sees the smile on his lips, a smile directed at her.

The corner of her mouth rises slightly. It seems that this time, she won again.

The process was rather risky, but the result, it was quite satisfying.

She puts away her handgun and turns to walk out of the room.

Watching Mu Lin’s retreating figure, Mi Zheng glances again in the direction she had been looking, his brows furrowing slightly. The corners of his mouth turn up and he leaves.

Indeed, how intriguing.

Across from him.

Fen Xiao is taken aback as she sees Bai Hao suddenly collapse. She immediately shouts out but receives no response.

Turning him over, she notices the blackening corners of his lips and his pallid face. Fen Xiao is shocked.

He’s been poisoned.

When was he poisoned? Fen Xiao is stunned, but upon seeing the silver needle in Bai Hao’s hand, the only name that comes to her mind is "Mu Lin," practically spat out between gritted teeth.