Chapter 126: The Motorcycle Heroine
Villa No. 5!
Hot Noodles set down her phone, leaned against the sofa, and frowned in deep thought.
She picked up her tablet and glanced at the screen.
Still no news from Nightingale.
Taking a deep breath, she stood up and walked toward the walk-in closet.
Ten minutes later!
Hot Noodles emerged from the closet, her appearance completely transformed.
She now wore a khaki trench coat, with a knife holster strapped to her waist, holding over a dozen throwing knives.
A black collapsible baton hung at the back of her waist, and a dagger was tucked into her high-top riding boots.
Returning to the living room, she picked up the tablet once more. Still no word from Nightingale.
Her brow furrowed instinctively.
A bad feeling crept up on her—something might have happened to Nightingale.
Hot Noodles was well aware of how dangerous Axi and Han Xue were as a duo.
The trainees she had nurtured were nothing more than appetizers before those two seasoned predators.
“Sigh…”
“Looks like I have to step in personally.”
Hot Noodles sighed, then formatted her tablet. She also hid the phone used to communicate with Fang Xiaocao inside a hidden safe in the basement before finally stepping out the door.
Three minutes later, the roar of an engine shattered the silence.
A matte-black motorcycle shot out of the garage of Villa No. 5 like an arrow.
The rider? None other than Hot Noodles.
Hotel, Room 507.
Fang Xiaocao put down her phone and started pacing the room like a donkey walking in circles at a mill.
Her mind was filled with images of Han Xue and Axi.
Those two working together was not good news.
It wasn’t as simple as one plus one equals two.
Knock, knock, knock!
Just then, someone knocked on the door of Room 507.
Fang Xiaocao instantly tensed up.
She grabbed a throwing knife, concealing it in her palm, and cautiously approached the door.
“Who is it?”
She asked warily.
Rather than standing right in front of the door, she hid inside the bathroom beside it.
She wasn’t about to risk standing out in the open—who knew if the person outside had a gun?
After all, hotel doors didn’t have peepholes.
She couldn’t check who was outside, nor could she tell if they were friend or foe.
“Brother Wang sent me to deliver food!”
A man’s voice came from outside.
“Brother Wang?”
“Food delivery?”
“Tsk, how professional!”
Fang Xiaocao muttered to herself.
She knew “Brother Wang” referred to Wang Qiang.
Clearly, the person outside was from the criminal investigation team. To avoid exposing their identity while making sure she understood, they had deliberately phrased it this way.
Just then, Fang Xiaocao’s phone lit up.
She unlocked it and checked the message.
[Wang Qiang: The person outside is my colleague, Shi Guang. He’s bringing you food. Open the door.]
Seeing Wang Qiang’s confirmation, Fang Xiaocao finally relaxed.
With that assurance, she had nothing to worry about.
She put away the throwing knife, walked over, and opened the door with a smile.
“Sorry to keep you waiting!”
“It’s fine. Stay alert!”
Shi Guang smiled as he handed her the meal box, his face full of approval.
“Hehe, thanks~”
Fang Xiaocao grinned and thanked him.
She had originally planned to say thank you, uncle, but looking at Shi Guang’s youthful, baby-faced features—he looked even younger than her—she couldn’t bring herself to say it.
Calling him “uncle” would just make her look like the one pretending to be young.
“You’re welcome. Lock the door.”
Shi Guang waved as he left, reminding her once again to secure the door.
After he was gone, Fang Xiaocao shut the door, locked it, and even latched the security chain.
Shi Guang had brought two meal boxes—one with rice, the other with dishes.
Inside the second box were two dishes: one meat, one vegetable, and both portions were quite generous.
“Hey, not bad! Pretty fancy!”
She chuckled, muttered to herself, then ran into the bathroom to wash her hands before grabbing her chopsticks and digging in.
Outside the hotel!
A taxi slowly pulled up.
The back door opened, and the first thing visible was a long, slender leg stepping out.
Under the doorman’s heated gaze, a well-dressed woman, wearing sunglasses and a mask, gracefully stepped out of the taxi, swaying her hips with every step.
“Baby, come here.”
Standing by the taxi, she waved toward the vehicle with a smile.
Hearing her words, the doorman’s eyes flashed with disappointment.
“So, she’s not alone…”
“I’m coming, Mommy~”
A childish voice rang out from inside the taxi.
A young boy, around seven or eight years old, also wearing sunglasses and a mask, hopped out of the car and immediately clung to the woman’s legs—legs the doorman had been admiring moments ago.
Watching this scene, the doorman felt a pang of jealousy.
He wished he could push the kid aside and take his place.
“Definitely a rich housewife… I wonder which lucky bastard got to her first.”
He thought to himself, his mind filled with resentment.
“Hi there, handsome~”
The woman led the boy toward the doorman, smiling as she greeted him.
“Huh?”
“Oh—hello, ma’am.”
“Is there anything I can help you with?”
Caught off guard, the doorman hesitated for a moment before quickly putting on a professional smile.
“Hehe~“
Hearing his flustered response, the woman let out a soft, bell-like giggle.
“Handsome, would you be a dear and help me carry my luggage?”
She batted her eyes and smiled charmingly.
As she spoke, she subtly adjusted her posture, emphasizing her curvaceous figure.
The doorman swallowed hard.
“Of course! I’ll carry it up for you!”
With a slightly sleazy grin, he eagerly ran over to the taxi’s trunk and lifted a large suitcase.
Feeling its unexpected weight, he muttered to himself, Damn, this thing’s heavy. What’s inside?
Meanwhile, the woman and the boy strolled into the hotel lobby.
At the front desk, she chuckled and said, “I have a suite booked on the fifth floor, Room 512.”
“Certainly, ma’am. One moment while I check.”
The receptionist responded with a smile while typing on the computer.
“And your last name, ma’am?”
“Lin.”
“Here’s my ID.”
The woman retrieved an ID from her bag and handed it over.
The receptionist verified the booking details before proceeding with check-in.
“Ma’am, could you please remove your mask and look here for facial recognition?”
The receptionist gestured toward the scanner.
The woman complied, taking off her sunglasses and mask.
Beneath them was a face—clearly touched by cosmetic surgery—stiff and unnatural.
(End of Chapter 126)
