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Receiving Texts from the Future – CH106

Let Me Give You a Name

Chapter 106: Let Me Give You a Name

The moment the assassin locked eyes with Fang Xiaocao, his gaze turned dazed, and his once-fierce expression softened into something slightly dumbfounded.

As Fang Xiaocao’s alluring voice reached his ears, the assassin’s confusion deepened, and his face grew utterly blank, like a lifeless puppet.

Seeing his reaction, Fang Xiaocao’s lips curled into a triumphant smile.

“Hah! You think I can’t handle you?” she thought smugly, raising her eyebrows.

“Mr. Assassin, say, ‘Princess, please step out of the car!'”

Her voice remained silky smooth, tinged with irresistible charm.

The assassin’s face twitched slightly, as if resisting, but within moments, he succumbed.

“Princess, please step out of the car!” he said, his expression turning respectful as he even gestured politely for her to exit.

Fang Xiaocao pushed open the car door, stepped out of the Wuling Hongguang minivan, and playfully patted the assassin’s head. “Good boy~” she cooed.

“Thank you for your praise, Your Highness!” The assassin’s voice was filled with reverence, and he even kneeled slightly, lowering his head so she could pat it more easily.

“Oh wow, what a good little pup~”

“Such a good dog, such a good boy~” Fang Xiaocao giggled.

“Woof woof woof!”

The assassin obediently barked like a dog.

“Hahaha~”

Hearing him bark, Fang Xiaocao let out a silver-bell laugh.

“Tell me, what’s your name?” she asked, still stroking his “puppy” head.

“Reporting to Your Highness! This humble one’s name is Chris, codename ‘Old Cannon.’ I am an assassin skilled in explosives and disguise!”

Chris proudly introduced himself, still under the effects of her hypnosis, even sticking out his tongue like a panting dog.

“Huh? This guy is so obedient!”

“Good dog, good dog~”

“Woof woof woof!”

“Where do you rank on the Black and Red List? What’s your total bounty?” Fang Xiaocao asked, getting to the most important question—how much was he worth?

Ever since she learned about the Black and Red List, Fang Xiaocao had realized she’d found a new goldmine.

Why bother robbing random people when selling assassins is way more profitable?

After all, these assassins often had untraceable savings in neutral world banks. With hypnosis, all that money would be hers—an effortless business model.

Pure profit, zero investment!

“Reporting to Your Highness! I rank outside the top 100. My total bounty is around ten million!”

“Only ten million?”

Fang Xiaocao’s face fell in disappointment.

“He seems so professional, yet he’s barely worth anything? What a letdown.”

She sighed. “Well, even a mosquito has meat. Guess I’ll keep him for now.”

“Chris, why is your rank so low?” she asked curiously.

“Reporting to Your Highness! I only recently entered the field. My reputation is still growing. Plus, I specialize in disguises, so many of my jobs haven’t been traced back to me.”

“My real identity has never been recorded anywhere!” he added proudly.

Fang Xiaocao’s eyes sparkled.

“Wait… So, he’s completely off the radar?”

“Yes, Your Highness!”

“Now that’s interesting~”

She suddenly had a new idea.

Now she had to choose:

  • Turn Chris in for his 10-million-yuan bounty, or
  • Keep him as her personal, loyal, ultra-obedient bodyguard/butler/errand boy, along with his personal savings of 5 million.

Her large, sparkling eyes darted around as she weighed her options.

“Chris, how much money do you have saved?” she asked, blinking at him.

“Reporting to Your Highness! Since I recently started and have high expenses, I only have about 5 million saved.”

A look of shame appeared on his face.

Fang Xiaocao: !!!

“Damn, assassins make money fast!”

“Barely started, already has 5 million, and still feels ashamed? How do normal office workers even cope?”

“You won’t be called Chris anymore,” she announced, grinning.

“I, the princess, shall bestow upon you a new name!”

Chris—no, the newly dubbed loyal puppy—looked up with anticipation.

“Please grant me a name, Your Highness!”

“Let me think… Hmm… You’ll be called Tom!”

“And your codename shall be Howling Celestial Dog!”

“How does that sound? Do you like it?” she asked with a playful wink.

“I love it!”

“From now on, I am Tom, codename Howling Celestial Dog!”

“Woof woof woof!”

He was so overjoyed that, if he had a tail, he’d probably be wagging it like a propeller.

Fang Xiaocao smirked.

“Alright, now that I have a trusty new guard dog, time to get to business.”

“Howling Celestial Dog, who hired you to kill me?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Reporting to Your Highness! I received the mission through my handler, but I do not know the identity of the employer.”

A trace of guilt flickered across his face, as if ashamed for not being able to answer her question.

“Ugh, not again…”

She sighed.

“You placed a bomb in my car, right?”

“Reporting to Your Highness! It is not a timed bomb.”

“It is a trigger bomb—as soon as the car moves one meter, it will detonate!”

“Damn, that’s high-tech!”

She raised an eyebrow.

“I’ve only ever seen this kind of thing in movies. Didn’t expect it to be real!”

“Art really does imitate life, huh…”

“Is there a way for me to control when it explodes?” she asked, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

(End of Chapter 106)

Receiving Texts from the Future

Receiving Texts from the Future

收到未来短信,我赚百亿很合理吧
Score 9.5
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2024 Native Language: Chinese

Full Title: Receiving Texts from the Future—Isn't Making Billions Only Natural?

A mysterious friend request from someone named "Scalding Hot Noodles" An unknown contact that doesn’t seem to exist. A message claiming to be from her future self, knowing everything about her past. Fang Xiaocao is completely bewildered. Scalding Hot Noodles: Danger ahead. Don’t go home tonight. “What kind of lunatic…?” Rolling her eyes, Fang Xiaocao dismisses the cryptic warning and unlocks her apartment door. Scalding Hot Noodles: At midnight, there will be knocking. If you don’t want to die, don’t turn on the light. 00:00:00 – Midnight. A sudden knock wakes her up. Just as she reaches for the bedside lamp, she remembers that bizarre message. She hesitates. Pulls her hand back. Hides under the covers until dawn. The next morning, news breaks—her neighbor, a single woman living alone, was murdered at midnight. Cold sweat drenches Fang Xiaocao. Scalding Hot Noodles: To celebrate surviving the night, head to the flea market before 3 PM. Booth #7. Buy the seventh inkstone on the left. The seller wants 80 yuan, but it’s worth 8 million. After last night, Fang Xiaocao dares not ignore the message. She buys the inkstone for 100 yuan. Antique Appraisal: Imperial Qianlong Inkstone—Valued at 8 million! Fang Xiaocao stands frozen in shock. Following the next set of instructions, she purchases a second-hand car… Only to get entangled in a murder case—along with a fortune worth hundreds of millions. Who is behind these messages? Is it really her future self? Or is she unknowingly caught in some eerie, high-stakes game?
Content Warning:
This story contains scenes with bloody and violent descriptions that may be disturbing to some readers. Please proceed with caution and take care of yourself while reading.

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