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"Owner!"

"You seem to know how to use a gun too, right?"

"Yes, Master, I'm not very skilled at it. I prefer swords!"

"Okay." Chen Xijiu nodded. "Later, you can teach the brothers how to use firearms and be ready to go at any time."

"Yes, Master."

The next second, the "tool" Luo Tianhong disappeared.

Also vanished were the fifty novice assassins within the space, as well as the light weapons they had just acquired.

They all appeared on a deserted beach two kilometers away from Brother Le's villa.

The AK47 doesn't require you to have great marksmanship; just unleash a barrage of fire.

Load the ammunition, pull the bolt, disengage the safety, and pull the trigger.

Under Luo Tianhong's tutelage, the assassins quickly learned how to use firearms.

In the car

Ao Ming sat up again, his face still flushed.

"From now on, you will call me Ninth Brother, and in public, you will be my secretary."

"Yes, Ninth Brother."

Rose Villa

Two sexy beauties, each with a different temperament but their own unique charm, are currently drinking red wine.

The dining table was already laden with delicious food prepared by the servants; it was a very lavish meal.

Amélie nestled lazily in the soft sofa, letting the softness envelop her entire body.

Since being picked up and taken to this villa in the afternoon, Amélie felt like she was in heaven.

A beautiful detached house by the sea, with tasteful and magnificent decorations.

There is also a swimming pool inside the compound.

You don't need to do anything yourself; everything—clothing, food, housing, and transportation—is taken care of by servants and drivers.

This is the life I've always longed for.

However, after learning that this was Rose's villa, she, who was just a pretty face, was still a little nervous.

While anxiously waiting, the moment Rose returned home, he immediately ran to her, adopting an extremely humble posture.

In Rose's eyes, Amélie was originally just a pretty face, but now that she can help Ninth Brother with his conquests, she can be considered her assistant.

Rose, who is extremely skilled at handling interpersonal relationships, can easily flatter Amélie with a small expression of goodwill, making her willingly comply.

Therefore, the two women got along extremely well.

"Sister Rose, will Ninth Brother be back soon?"

"It should be soon."

Rose smiled and said, "If you're hungry, little sister, eat first. Ninth Brother won't mind these little things."

"Gulp, gulp..." Amélie quietly swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, trying hard to look away.

She shook her head vigorously, saying, "I'm not hungry, I'll wait for Ninth Brother to come back."

Soon, the sound of a car turning off came from outside the door.

"Hello, Ninth Brother."

"Hello, Ninth Brother."

The servants greeted him repeatedly, and Chen Xijiu nodded in return, taking the opportunity to observe the security force of the villa.

The ten assassins were all in key positions, guarding their posts meticulously.

Each of them had a pistol at their waist.

It seems that Rose provided these to the assassins.

After sensing the connection between the assassins and themselves, in another side room, ten assassins were resting on their beds.

The setup is very nice.

Chen Xijiu nodded in satisfaction and strode into the room.

"Ninth brother."

"Ninth brother."

Rose and her two companions, dressed in loose, homey robes, swayed gracefully as they approached.

The moment they saw Ao Ming, they couldn't help but fix their gaze on him.

Ninth Brother brought back another one?

Rose looked Ao Ming up and down, from his face to his toes, and from his toes to his face.

It seems to be still a novice.

Moreover, she is a completely different type from herself and from anyone who loves beauty.

Youthful and innocent.

However, beneath that skirt lies a pair of long legs that even women envy.

Amy pouted her red lips, looked down at herself, and realized that compared to Ao Ming, her legs seemed to be inferior.

But the surging waves in front of her gave her confidence.

Amélie straightened up slightly, as if to boost her confidence, or perhaps to show off.

"Ninth Brother, who is this younger sister?"

"Ao Ming, my secretary."

Chen Xijiu replied, then strode towards the dining table.

I'm actually a little hungry.

Eat more, there's a big battle tonight.

secretary?

Rose rolled her eyes. "Does Ninth Brother, a detective, need a secretary?"

"Little Ming, come in and eat."

"Thank you, Sister Rose."

He didn't need Chen Xijiu to introduce anything; he only needed a thought to transmit what he wanted to say into the minds of the assassins.

Ao Ming was no stranger to the two women in front of him.

"Little Ming, I'm your second sister."

"Hello, Second Sister."

Seeing that Ao Ming was so polite, and that he gave off a quiet and gentle impression.

Not to mention Amelie, even Rose couldn't help but wonder if she had guessed wrong.

Miss Ao Ming, are you really Ninth Brother's secretary?

All of this was soon explained.

About half an hour after dinner, around 8 p.m., Chen Xijiu took Ao Ming upstairs.

"what!"

After a cry of surprise that sounded both extremely painful and joyful, Rose confirmed her guess.

Xiao Ming's sister's secretary really does wear many hats.

Amélie whispered, "Sister Rose, Ninth Brother should be at Little Ming's place tonight, right?"

“Not necessarily. You know Ninth Brother’s health.” Rose pointed at Amelie. “Little Ming probably can’t handle it. Most likely, Ninth Brother will still go to your room.”

"Sister Rose, I'm going to take a shower!"

Amy tossed her hair and went to take a bath with great excitement.

She was very self-aware; apart from this one advantage, she was utterly worthless compared to Rose and Aoming.

I cannot lose Ninth Brother's favor.

"Okay..."

Rose watched this scene with a smile, completely relaxing.

In this way, I will have more energy to devote to my work.

Men are all fickle; since Ninth Brother has Aimeili and Little Ming, he probably won't need me for a while.

Fifty minutes later

Chen Xijiu gazed at Ao Ming, who was trembling slightly and unable to get up, and felt a sense of lingering satisfaction.