Title: Transmigrated as the Doomed Fake Heiress: The System Demands I Slap Faces!
CHAPTER 10: THE UNINVITED GUESTS
The doors of the Humvees swung open in perfect unison. Thirty men stepped out, but these were not standard bodyguards. They wore midnight-blue military uniforms heavily decorated with silver insignias, and they carried state-of-the-art pulse rifles. These were the elite "Shadow Death Guards" of the Northern Warlord.
From the center vehicle, two figures emerged, protected by a canopy of black umbrellas held by trembling servants.
The first was an elderly man leaning on a dragon-headed cane. He wore a traditional silk tang suit, his face deeply lined with decades of cruelty and absolute authority. This was Elder Lu, the patriarch of the syndicate's conservative faction.
Beside him stood a woman who looked like she had just stepped off a Parisian runway, completely out of place in a militarized ambush. She wore a pristine, blood-red trench coat, knee-high leather boots, and a diamond choker that caught the glare of the headlights. Her face was striking, but her eyes were filled with a venomous, unbearable haughtiness.
This was Ye Muxue. The Warlord's beloved, spoiled daughter.
Ye Muxue sneered, raising a perfumed lace handkerchief to her nose as her eyes swept over the blood, the broken sniper, and finally, me.
"Good heavens, Qingshan," Ye Muxue's voice was sharp, grating, and dripping with condescension. "Is this the trash you picked up from the gutter? I heard the rumors that you bought a disowned fake heiress from the Su family, but I didn't realize she would smell like a wet street dog."
Elder Lu struck his cane against the pavement, the sound echoing like a gunshot. "Qingshan! You have brought immense shame to our bloodline! A woman of this lowly status cannot be the Madam of the Lu Family! The Northern Warlord has graciously offered his daughter's hand to solidify our territories, and you insult us by marrying a common beggar?!"
Lu Qingshan did not speak. He sat motionless in his wheelchair, the cashmere blanket draped over his legs. The rain seemed to instinctively avoid him, repelled by the sheer, suffocating aura of murder leaking from his pores. He raised a hand, his fingers twitching in a silent command for his tactical guards to open fire and wipe them all out.
But I placed my hand gently over his.
His dark eyes snapped to mine, the murderous intent instantly cooling.
"Let me," I whispered. I stepped forward, putting myself directly between my crippled billionaire husband and the Warlord's private army.
"A common beggar?" I asked, tilting my head. I looked at the sniper twitching at my feet, then up at Ye Muxue. "Miss Ye, sending a sniper to assassinate your 'beloved' fiancé's new wife on her wedding night is incredibly tacky. But then again, looking at your outfit, tacky seems to be your family trait."
Ye Muxue's beautiful face twisted in absolute, ugly fury. "You insolent bitch! How dare you speak to me? Do you have any idea who I am? Do you know what I hold in my hand?!"
She reached into her red trench coat and pulled out a small, intricately carved mahogany box, holding it up like a holy relic.
"Qingshan," Ye Muxue said, her tone shifting to a manipulative, sickeningly sweet purr. "My father spent three billion dollars on the underground black market to secure this. It is a 'Nine-Heavens Cleansing Pill', crafted personally by the legendary Ghost Doctor of the Apex Syndicate. It is the only medicine on earth that can suppress the poison in your blood for another five years."
Elder Lu nodded eagerly. "Do you see, Qingshan? Muxue brings you life! What does this feral stray bring you? Divorce her immediately, sign the merger with the Warlord, and the pill is yours!"
Ye Muxue smirked, her eyes flashing with triumphant, toxic pride. "You have exactly one minute to decide, Qingshan. The Ghost Doctor is a myth, an untouchable god of the medical world. My father only secured this because we are VIPs of the Apex Syndicate. Choose: a long life with me, or a painful death with this worthless trash."
[DING! System Scan Complete.] [Item: Nine-Heavens Cleansing Pill. Status: 95% impurities. A defective, watered-down failure from the Host’s discarded trash bin.]
I stared at the box. I couldn't help it. A low, bubbling laugh escaped my lips.
"What are you laughing at, you psychotic whore?!" Ye Muxue shrieked, her composure cracking.
[DING! Triggering Hidden Big Shot Identity Protocol!] [Transferring Identity: 'Apex Sovereign & Supreme Ghost Doctor'. Host, you are the absolute ruler of the global underground syndicate. Ye Muxue’s father merely leases his troops from YOUR organization. Let the Face-Slapping commence!]
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