"So, you're interested in antiques too?" Ian Song asked with a smile, though he was secretly wondering whether this woman also knew that the tomb Tony Zhang robbed belonged to an immortal cultivator.
At his words, the red-haired woman's expression suddenly darkened. She snapped, "Just hand it over when I tell you to! Why all the useless chatter?"
"A beauty turned thief, what a shame," Ian said with a playful look. Guns pose a threat to ordinary martial artists, but to an Innate-rank expert, they're not much of a danger. As for Ian, a handgun was no threat at all—if he wanted, he could knock the pistols out of those three men's hands in seconds.
He was only pretending to be under their control to coax information out of them.
Hearing Ian's teasing, the red-haired woman's face turned even darker. "Amin, give this punk a slap—teach him not to run his mouth!"
"Yes, ma'am."
The man pointing a gun at Ian's head grinned viciously and swung his palm toward Ian's face.
"I was hoping to chat with you all a bit longer, but since you're not interested, I won't force it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ian suddenly made his move.
The man only saw a blur before his gun had already changed hands. At the same time, a palm struck his chest, sending him flying like a broken kite. Two coins shot out, knocking the pistols from the other two men's hands. Cliff Fu and Henry Han struck almost simultaneously, sending the remaining men flying with a single punch each.
Ian spun the handgun in his palm and pointed it at the red-haired woman, giving her a mocking look. "Now, I'll ask and you'll answer. If your answers satisfy me, I'll let you go. If not, there'll be punishment—what kind, I'll decide after I'm done questioning!"
The woman's eyes narrowed slightly, a trace of anger flashing in her gaze. "What do you want to ask?"
"First, who are you?"
A look of hesitation flickered in the red-haired woman's eyes.
Ian smiled faintly. "Don't take too long to think. If you hesitate for more than three seconds, I won't be satisfied."
"I'm an antiques dealer."
"Second question: Do you know whose tomb Tony Zhang robbed?"
"No idea."
"Third question: How much do you know about the antiques Tony Zhang sold?"
"Not much."
Ian's expression suddenly turned cold. "Three questions, and all you gave me were vague answers. You think I'm joking with you?"
Bang!
A bullet exploded at the red-haired woman's feet, making her body instinctively shudder.
Immediately, the red-haired woman yelled at Ian in fury, "Ian Song, don't push it!"
"Oh? You actually know me!" Ian looked at her in surprise, then stepped toward her.
The red-haired woman realized she'd slipped up, her expression turning extremely ugly.
"What are you trying to do?" Seeing Ian walk up to her, the red-haired woman instinctively stepped back.
"Don't move. Let me see what you actually look like." As he spoke, Ian reached out and removed the sunglasses from her face, instantly revealing a stunningly beautiful face that could look charming or angry.
Ian couldn't help but feel impressed and nodded. "Not bad—you’re pretty! Why hide your face? You had me thinking you were some kind of monster."
"You’re the monster! Your whole family are monsters!" the red-haired woman shot back angrily.
"Enough. Let's get back to the main topic! How do you know me?" Ian fixed his gaze on her.
Feeling Ian's stare, the red-haired woman felt as if he could see right through her, and grew nervous. Suddenly, an idea struck her. "I saw the news about the hijacking incident, that's how I know you."
Ian laughed. "If you know about the hijacking, then you should know I killed three Innate experts among the terrorists. You're only at the peak of Postnatal—where did you get the nerve to try and take me hostage? Or do you have some trump card that makes you think I won't kill you?"
As he spoke, Ian's gaze turned sharp, and a powerful, blood‑tinged aura enveloped the red-haired woman. After last night's massacre at the Foster estate, Ian naturally carried a strong scent of blood.
Unable to withstand Ian's oppressive aura, the red-haired woman's face turned deathly pale, her eyes filled with terror. She staggered back, shouting, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'm Fiona Xiang's senior sister!"
"Fiona Xiang's senior sister? You're from the Mystic Maiden Sect?" Ian looked at her in surprise and withdrew his aura.
Feeling the pressure fade, the red-haired woman's legs nearly gave out. She gasped for breath, finally recovering a little, and stared at Ian with a complicated expression. How did this kid grow so fast? In such a short time, he'd already reached Innate-Rank Master.
"Answer my question!" Ian demanded in a low voice.
"Yes, I'm indeed from the Mystic Maiden Sect."
"Then have you found any leads about Tony Zhang?" Ian continued.
"I have some leads, but I won't tell you." The red-haired woman sneered.
"Your life is in my hands. What makes you think you can refuse me?"
The red-haired woman said nervously, "Because I'm Fiona Xiang's senior sister!"
"So what if you're Fiona Xiang's senior sister? What's that got to do with me?" Ian sneered.
"My dear Fiona likes you, and I bet you have feelings for her too!" The red-haired woman stared intently at Ian.
Ian laughed dismissively. "As far as I know, Mystic Maiden Sect disciples can't fall for men. If they do, their cultivation collapses. I've long suspected Fiona Xiang's motives for getting close to me. The only reason I haven't exposed her is because we're classmates. But if you keep failing to satisfy me, I really won't mind killing you!"
"...You...!" The red-haired woman was left speechless with anger.
But then she grinned triumphantly. "You only know half the story! It's true our sect's disciples can't fall for men, but that's only before we break through the sixth layer of Mystic Maiden Tribulation. Once we reach the sixth layer, there's no restriction. And our Fiona is currently in seclusion, trying to break through to the sixth layer!"
"Don't use Fiona Xiang to try and manipulate me. I have nothing to do with her." Ian's expression turned cold.
"Really? If Fiona heard you say that, wouldn't she be heartbroken?" The red-haired woman's smile grew even wider.
"Whether she's heartbroken or not has nothing to do with me. Speak up—don't test my patience!"
"How about we work together?" the red-haired woman suddenly suggested.
"Don't you think that's a bit far-fetched?" Ian replied irritably.
"Why not? I don't know Tony Zhang's exact whereabouts, but I've already tracked down the general location of the tomb he robbed. If you agree to work with me, I'll tell you—and we split the loot thirty-seventy."
"Who gets seventy and who gets thirty?" Ian asked.
"Obviously, I get seventy and you get thirty!" the red-haired woman said matter-of-factly.
Ian hesitated. "Fine, I'll agree—but it's me seventy, you thirty!"
"No way! The best I can do is sixty-forty!"
"Me sixty, you forty?"
"You get forty!" the red-haired woman said through gritted teeth.
"Then let's just split it fifty-fifty—fair for both of us!" Ian suggested after a moment's thought.
"Pleasure working with you!" the red-haired woman said with a triumphant smile.