Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 444 The Predator Trapping Plan (43)

Yan Zhen learned a lot from strolling around the trading center with Haier.

Yan Zhen spotted a small handgun on the gun stand, but when she checked her pockets, neither she nor Haier had any money.

Qin Shao was wealthy, but he didn't come along, so Yan Zhen had to put the things back.

As the two were about to leave the trading center, they heard a child's sharp cry from the side. Yan Zhen and Haier instinctively turned their heads to look.

That was the area where slaves were sold. A tall, well-dressed blond man stood in front of the cages containing slaves, accompanied by a servant with a fawning smile.

The man held a small leather whip in his hand and used it to tease the four- or five-year-old slave in the cage.

At the age of four or five, he couldn't control his emotions, and the little slave was so angry that he cried loudly.

The blond man, however, laughed heartily as if he had found some amusement, reaching into the cage and stuffing the whip into the little slave's mouth.

The slave girl was both anxious and angry. Suddenly, she rushed to the cage, grabbed the man's hand, and bit down hard on the web of his right hand.

The man was bitten and his expression changed drastically. He raised his left hand and quickly condensed a ball of gray light.

Yan Zhen recognized that it was spiritual power, and at a high level. If this were to hit a four- or five-year-old slave, the little guy would probably only be a cloud of blood mist.

Yan Zhen frowned slightly, grabbed the gun he had his eye on from the gun display stand, rushed over and smashed the butt of the gun into the little slave's face.

The little slave let out a scream of pain, immediately released his grip, leaned back, and fell into the cage.

The blond man was taken aback.

Yan Zhen frowned and called over the person in charge of the display stand, sternly reprimanding, "Don't you train your slaves before selling them? How can you put such a bad-tempered one on the display stand? It even bit a customer!"

The person in charge of setting up the table forced a smile and repeatedly apologized, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."

"Get this traitor out of here!" Yan Zhen glanced at the little slave in the cage, whose nose had been bleeding from being hit by her rifle butt and who was crying her heart out. "So noisy! He's ruined my good mood."

The person in charge of setting up the stall could easily see that Yan Zhen's apparent anger was actually an attempt to save the child's life. He quickly waved for someone to remove the little slave along with its cage, and then turned to the blond man, bowing and apologizing repeatedly.

The blond man ignored the person in charge of setting up the table and instead looked Yan Zhen up and down. Seeing that her skin was a bit tanned, but she was tall and beautiful, he became interested: "Do you know me?"

Yan Zhen knew what the other person was up to as soon as he saw that playboy-like, womanizing expression on their face.

Her gaze swept over the man, and from his clothes, appearance, demeanor, and arrogant attitude, she quickly concluded that he was rich but had a bad temper.

He's not someone to mess with.

Considering that he and Qin Shaohai were illegal immigrants, and that offending someone might cause trouble and expose their identities, Yan Zhen changed to a flippant and nonchalant expression: "Do you want me to know you, or do you want me not to know you?"

The man understood her unspoken meaning, took two steps closer to her, leaned in slightly, and teased in a low voice, "There's a bar upstairs, why don't we go for a drink and get to know each other?"

Yan Zhen stuck a finger into his chest and smiled as she pushed him away a little: "What if you drink too much in broad daylight?"

The man said in an ambiguous tone, "I have a manor on the island, not far from here. If you've had too much to drink, come and rest at my place."

"Hmm." Yan Zhen pretended to consider it, and after a few seconds, he picked up the gun in his hand in a pretentious manner. "But I haven't bought what I want yet."

"You want this?" the man asked.

Yan Zhen winked at him, the implication being strong: "Yeah, it's just a bit expensive."

Without hesitation, the man took the gun from her hand, walked past her to set up the table and pay.

As soon as the man left, Haier immediately whispered, "Sister! Sister Jiang! What are you doing? Your husband is still at the hotel..."

"Shut up."

Haier: "..."

The man quickly returned with the gun he had paid for. He took Yan Zhen's hand, placed the gun in her palm, and even patted the back of her hand: "Can we go now?"

Yan Zhen looked at the gun in her hand with satisfaction, took two steps toward the man, and looked like she was about to throw herself into his arms.

The man instinctively reached out to put his arm around her waist.

But Yan Zhen pressed his fingers against his chest, his fingertips tracing the lines of his firm pectoral muscles through his shirt, and pulled out a business card from his pocket.

In front of the man, Yan Zhen kissed the business card and then winked at him: "Come call me at eight o'clock tonight."

After she finished speaking, without waiting for the man to respond, she turned around gracefully and walked away with Haier.

Haier followed Yan Zhen like a mouse, and only breathed a sigh of relief after they successfully exited the trading center. He didn't forget to look back to see if the man and his servant had followed.

"Stop looking, they won't follow." Yan Zhen casually tossed the business card into the trash can and stuffed the gun into his pocket.

Haier was terrified: "How do you know? What if he follows us and keeps bothering us..."

"This kind of playboy is never short of women around him, and he is never short of women who actively try to please him."

From the man's perspective, he was practically offering himself up, and his current hesitation was a ploy to play hard to get. He wasn't worried that she would disappear after taking advantage of him.

But Yan Zhen's plan was to take the benefits and then disappear.

However, having taken this gun, to avoid running into this sucker again, I'll have to reduce how often I go out.

"Let's go back to the hotel."

The two returned to the hotel, and Yan Zhen packed a meal and went to knock on Qin Shao's room door.

Qin Shao opened the door quickly.

He was in good spirits, not as dejected as expected. Yan Zhen handed him the food, which Qin Shao took, and stepped aside to let Yan Zhen into the room.

"You went out with the refrigerator?"

“Yes, I went to the trading market.” Yan Zhen pulled out a pistol and showed it to Qin Shao. “I got it for free.”

Qin Shao glanced at it and laughed, "Good stuff."

Qin Shao started eating, and Yan Zhen disassembled and reassembled the pistol. After finishing, she looked around aimlessly, her gaze falling on the table where Qin Shao's miniature computer was placed.

The computer activated its floating screen. Qin Shao had clearly been handling official business. Yan Zhen glanced at it and saw that Qin Shao had pinned her chat box to the top of the communication software.

This discovery made Yan Zhen raise an eyebrow slightly.

Then she noticed another page open next to the messaging app, which looked like someone's profile. The photo in the profile looked familiar... it seemed to be the blond man from earlier.

Does Qin Shao know that blond man?

Yan Zhen reached for the personal terminal and examined it closely. She confirmed that the person in the photo was indeed the lecherous man she had encountered at the trading center. Her gaze shifted to the information, and when she saw the man's name, she was slightly taken aback.

Andre Winston.