Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss - Ch. 7

[You probably didn’t do anything, right?]

444 felt a bit suspicious, thinking that Su Qiao had gone to this plane before.

‘What could I have done? When I left, wasn’t that plane just fine?’

Su Qiao’s gaze flickered, and she felt a bit guilty for some reason.

It shouldn’t be related to her, right?

She only saw that so-called Ghost Realm Demon King being played around by that tasker, so relying on her strong soul, she possessed that body and said to him: “Idiot, you’re so easy to fool.”

Ahem, she just couldn’t stand it and speak the truth, so it shouldn’t have anything to do with her.

[Oh.]

That was true. The plane collapsed after the host returned, so it shouldn’t have anything to do with her.

Besides, the host was quite dense and couldn’t even understand its explanations.

444 guessed that something else must have happened afterward.

Neither of them noticed that on Su Qiao’s soul, a faint black mark flashed twice and then disappeared.

Su Qiao had an uneasy feeling, so she quickly changed the subject.

‘Alright, alright, let’s focus on figuring out how to complete the mission. I still need to hurry back for revenge.’

[Yes, I’ll think through the original plot carefully first.]

444 couldn’t figure it out, so it stopped thinking about it.

Old Chen, who was driving in front, had been preoccupied ever since his phone rang.

Through the rearview mirror, he accidentally made eye contact with Su Qiao, and his hand gripping the steering wheel suddenly trembled, almost losing control.

A trace of doubt flashed in Su Qiao’s eyes, and she furrowed her brows slightly. ‘Is there something wrong with the driver?’

He kept sneaking glances back and was sweating profusely, looking very guilty.

[Driver?]

444 froze for a moment, then screamed in panic.

[Ahhh, host, there’s something wrong with the driver in front! This car is about to crash into the bridge railing and fall into the river…]

‘Shut up,’ Su Qiao was almost driven to punch herself by the screaming voice in her head.

[…] 444 instinctively covered its mouth, but its blue cat eyes were filled with grievance.

Woo, woo, woo…

There was about to be a car accident, and it was so anxious that it jumped up, so why was it being told to shut up?

After giving it a cold look, Su Qiao recalled the incident of the car accident from her memory.

Speaking of the accident, she remembered one thing.

In that car accident, at most, her leg should have been fractured; there was no need for amputation.

There was something fishy here.

A cold glint flashed in Su Qiao’s eyes.

No need to guess—it must have been Guo Xiaoyu who meddled.

But since she was here, she wouldn’t allow herself to remain passive.

With that thought, Su Qiao extended her slender, fair hand that contained hidden strength.

This action made 444 jump up in space: [Wait, wait, wait, host, what are you going to do?]

Su Qiao narrowed her phoenix eyes, which were gleaming coldly. ‘What? I can’t kill him?’

Didn’t this guy want to die?

Wouldn’t it be better for her to fulfill his wish?

Moreover, she always believed in the principle of striking first.

As long as she took care of these scumbags, the mission would be complete, right?

Hmm, maybe she could prepare some poison and kill them all directly—it would save her from dirtying her hands.

Su Qiao thought this idea was pretty good.

It was clean and efficient, just her style.

Only now did 444 realize that Su Qiao truly came from ancient times.

Because her mindset was still stuck in that era of constant fighting and killing.

One disagreement, and she’d draw her sword. One disagreement, and she’d want to end someone.

444 suddenly felt the heavy burden of its role as her guide.

[Host, do you know how to drive?]

If she didn’t know how to drive, what would they do after getting rid of him?

Right now, they were on a death train.

With a driver up front who had lost the will to live and might drive them straight to the King of Hell at any moment.