HBWMA -Chapter 384 This Assassin Is a Bit Stupid

“Ughhh!!”

Lightning split the night view outside the window in two, and the heavy rain hammered against the glass like steel needles, exploding into chaotic, rhythmic pitter-patter sounds.

Fu Sui’er lay pressed against the floor, gasping loudly. With her hands and feet bound, she could only wriggle like a caterpillar, trying to rub the tape off her mouth.

“Tap—tap—tap—”

The sound of leather shoes striking the floor transmitted through the vibrations, echoing into her ears and drowning out the rain outside.

Someone was coming.

The footsteps grew closer. Because her face was covered with a black cloth, she couldn’t see who it was.

But she knew the person was right in front of her now—and he was looking at her too.

Fu Sui’er’s body stiffened as she subtly tried to scoot backward.

Weren’t they saying there were no more kidnappers? Why was she still being abducted? What were their motives?

How were Shanshan and the others doing? Had they been tricked too?

While her mind spiraled into chaos, she suddenly felt a flick on her forehead.

A flick?!

“……”

All those chaotic thoughts were instantly knocked away.

“Are you Jiang Huashan?”

A harsh, unpleasant voice—clearly distorted by a voice changer.

Fu Sui’er’s eyelids trembled slightly, her breathing growing lighter.

So their target was Shanshan.

Seeing she didn’t respond, the villain flicked her again. “I’m talking to you.”

“……”

Fu Sui’er lifted her head slightly and let out a muffled “mm.”

“Oh, right. Your mouth is blocked. Sorry about that—my men are a bit rough.”

The villain laughed half-heartedly. His apology sounded sincere, but his actions were anything but. In one swift motion, he ripped the tape off with a loud sound.

“……”

Fu Sui’er let out a muffled groan, enduring the pain as she hurriedly asked, “Who are you? Why are you kidnapping me? What do you want—mmph—”

“Too noisy.”

The villain impatiently stuck the tape back on. “Why do you have so many questions? I’m the kidnapper, or are you the kidnapper?”

“……”

Fu Sui’er tilted her head slightly and nodded. “Mhm.”

“Good that you know. I ask, you answer. Say one more unnecessary word and I’ll cut out your tongue. Understand?”

Fu Sui’er nodded.

The villain tore the tape off again. The repeated injury made her face red and swollen. He glanced at her and said with clear disgust, “Ugly.”

Fu Sui’er: “……”

He stood up, circled her once, and asked again, “Are you Jiang Huashan?”

Although she didn’t know what their goal was, since their target was Shanshan, she couldn’t let them succeed.

After hesitating for a moment, Fu Sui’er struggled up from the ground, trembling like a leaf.

“I… am.”

Silence followed.

Suddenly, she felt a presence looming closer. The next second, a hand grabbed her throat, forcing her to tilt her face upward.

Even though her eyes were covered, she could still feel the oppressive gaze of a venomous snake locking onto her.

Her heart instantly rose to her throat. There was too much of a difference between her and Jiang Huashan—would she be able to fool them?

Another silence followed, but this time it ended quickly.

Bai Mi frowned, his handsome face under the wolf mask twisting slightly.

The girl in front of him had the upper half of her face covered, and the lower half was swollen and bruised. Plus, he had mild face blindness—he couldn’t tell who she was at all.

Because he couldn’t recognize her, he kept confirming.

Bai Mi stood up, walked around the coffee table, sat down, and crossed his legs while observing her.

In this situation, any normal person with a brain wouldn’t dare impersonate someone else.

She probably wasn’t wrong.

“That works. Makes things easier.”

“I’ve got an old score to settle with you. But since you’re a woman, I’ll give you a chance. If you can untie yourself within ten minutes, I’ll let you go. If not—”

He casually pulled a fruit knife from the plate and tossed it like a dart.

The blade sliced through the air and grazed Fu Sui’er’s fair cheek, leaving a thin line of blood.

“Then you die.”

“……”

Fu Sui’er lowered her head in silence, but her mind was running at full speed.

What is wrong with this kidnapper? He can’t even recognize his target and still has time to play games? Is he working for Zhou Yanheng?

She subtly struggled against the ropes. The more she moved, the tighter they became—escape was impossible.

Bai Mi glanced at her. “You have nine minutes left.”

Fu Sui’er gritted her teeth. “Change the rules. I guarantee I can untie myself in three minutes—if you untie me personally.”

“Scared so fast you’re already hallucinating?”

Fu Sui’er said, “You don’t dare try?”

“…You’ve got guts.” Bai Mi raised an eyebrow. “Go on then, say it.”

Fu Sui’er: “I’ll gamble with you on luck. You set the question. If I win, you agree to one condition.”

“Gamble on luck?” Bai Mi looked at her like she was an idiot. “If you were really lucky, would you still end up in my hands?”

“Just answer—do you dare or not?”

Bai Mi let out a mocking laugh, lips curling. “Is that how you played him to death? Fine, I’ll take your bet.”

He leaned back lazily against the cushion, resting his chin on one hand. “Then let’s guess the color of my hair.”

Hair?

Fu Sui’er froze. Hair could be dyed—if he were twisted enough, any color was possible. How was she supposed to guess that?

“So that’s all you’ve got?” Bai Mi immediately lost interest.

“Pink.”

“……”

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

Bai Mi frowned strangely and reached up to touch his head. Because his white hair was too conspicuous and could expose him, he had specifically worn a pink wig.

“You’re not saying anything. Did I guess right?”

Fu Sui’er cautiously asked, “Then… I get to state my condition now—take off my blindfold.”

“A blindfold?” Bai Mi looked down at the girl on the floor. “Are you stupid?”

She had just won. If she’d asked him to loosen her restraints, she could’ve gotten away. Even if he caught her again, it would still have been one more chance.

Fu Sui’er licked her dry lips and said softly, “I’m not stupid. I still want to play.”

“…Heh.” Bai Mi laughed in anger. She had already played his useless uncle to death, and now she wanted to play him too?

He stood up and slowly walked over. Leaning forward, he hooked a finger and pulled off the black blindfold covering her eyes.

In the dim light of the room, their eyes met—and both of them froze.

So flashy.

So ugly.

They both clearly read the disgust in each other’s eyes.

Bai Mi grabbed her face. “What kind of look is that? Believe it or not, I’ll gouge your eyeballs out.”

“You pulled it off too fast. I got dizzy from the wind just now.”

If it were normal, Fu Sui’er would’ve already kicked him. But now, a dragon trapped in shallow waters had no room to act arrogant—she could only lower her head in submission.

“You…” Bai Mi frowned, studying her face. “Why don’t you look like you do on TV?”

Fu Sui’er’s heart skipped a beat, but she quickly caught the key point in his words.

This criminal wasn’t very familiar with Suisui’s appearance. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so slow to recognize her.

If he didn’t even know what she looked like and still dared to abduct her, then he must be relying on something else.

Fu Sui’er suddenly had an idea—she and Jiang Huashan had accidentally swapped rooms.

It was the hotel registration information.

“Your eyes keep darting around. What are you planning?” he asked.

“Nothing.” Fu Sui’er forced herself to stay calm and lied, “I really am Jiang Huashan. This is just what I look like. I’m, how should I put it… very photogenic.”

Bai Mi still felt something was off, but couldn’t pinpoint it. He pushed her away. “Next one.”

Fu Sui’er quietly exhaled. Conclusion: this killer is a bit stupid.

Bai Mi, unaware he was being underestimated, pulled out a revolver from his waist. With practiced ease, he spun the cylinder, removed eight bullets, reloaded it, and aimed at Fu Sui’er’s forehead.

“Guess which shot will end your little life?” His amber eyes under the mask carried a lazy provocation.

Fu Sui’er only hesitated for a second. “The fifth shot.”

Bai Mi’s expression shifted slightly. He pulled the trigger four times in a row at her forehead.

Fu Sui’er didn’t even blink, kneeling straight.

Four empty chambers.

Bai Mi smiled faintly and rotated his arm 90 degrees.

Bang—

A loud shot rang out. The bullet sliced through the air and hit the vase on the cabinet.

It really was the fifth shot.

“You’ve got something,” Bai Mi said.

He turned back to the sofa, opened the cylinder, and began reloading bullet by bullet.

“Say it. What’s your condition?”

Fu Sui’er said, “I want you to take off your mask.”

Click—

Bai Mi’s fingers paused. His pupils contracted slightly as he turned slowly.

“…What did you say?”