The Adventures of My All-Rounder Wife

Lu Mian's reason for this extra step was her desire to keep her itinerary private. Bringing in a private jet was a deliberate move to hide her tracks.

The plane quickly took off.

She sat on a luxurious sofa, carelessly flipping through the pages of a book. Her lowered eyes gazed through the window, observing the fading scenery of Jinjing retreating behind faint clouds. She smiled mischievously, with a hint of devilish charm.

Her true destination was—Bailu Island.

——

In the villa.

Mo Fan and Mo Si, like two abandoned children, were left feeling a little empty after seeing off Xiao Qimo and Lu Mian.

"You know, Master Mo and Miss Lu are really strange. Either they both stay in, or they go out together. Sigh..." Mo Si looked up at the sky. A plane flew overhead, and he speculated that perhaps Master Mo was on board.

Mo Fan, however, quickly recovered. "At most, they'll be back in two days. Stop worrying."

"But neither of them brought subordinates. Do you think they ditched us because we're in the way, and they've run off to secretly meet up?"

"Impossible. One's going to Wucheng, the other to Las Vegas. That's halfway across the world—how would they meet?" Mo Fan shook his head but then suddenly thought of something. "Unless... they're not going to either of those places. Just like that time in Shencheng..."

Hearing Mo Fan's words, Mo Si shuddered as the memories resurfaced.

Mo Fan also felt chills running down his spine and cursed his own overactive imagination.

——

Bailu Island is an independent island in the Pacific Ocean.

The climate is pleasant, and the scenery graceful.

It is named after the numerous egrets living there, which also attract many tourists seeking relaxation and exploration.

The island's architecture primarily features O-style castles, blending classical and modern art seamlessly, creating a harmonious charm.

However, this seemingly ordinary resort island is actually the true headquarters of the IEG. Many of the permanent residents on the island are likely members of the organization.

Meetings within the organization often take place in ever-changing locations, chosen randomly. Therefore, members seldom visit Bailu Island.

Only for significant ceremonies would they all gather here.

At this moment, on Bailu Island's pedestrian street, a young man dressed in stylish, trendy clothes was strolling leisurely.

With a hat, sunglasses, and a mask—a classic three-piece disguise—his appearance was completely concealed.

Yet even so, he would occasionally pick up his phone to snap a selfie.

Tourists passing by couldn't help but give him a second glance, speculating which celebrity might have come here to vacation.

The young man ignored the attention. While wandering the pedestrian street, his phone buzzed with a new message.

[Heard your organization is having a leadership transition meeting? So, Team Three, feeling confident?]

The message was signed with a single character: "Lu."

Mind your damn business!

The young man muttered under his breath, refusing to reply.

Confidence? What confidence could he possibly have?

He was just here to ride coattails and fill a supporting role.

The man whistled at an egret flying overhead and continued walking toward the cluster of buildings at the island's highest point.

The headquarters stood at the island's northernmost edge, surrounded by dense forests that formed a natural barrier. Ordinary tourists couldn't step foot here—entry was restricted to those within the organization.

The Team Three commander's confidant strolled along, using his sunglasses to covertly observe passersby.

It seemed he was trying to identify colleagues within the organization among the stream of pedestrians.

He was particularly eager to meet the legendary Team Two.

But everyone within the organization was far too skilled at staying hidden. Not spotting a single familiar face, the Team Three member headed reluctantly into the forest.

——

Before stepping off the private jet, Lu Mian made some quick changes to her appearance.

A fitted blazer, black leather shoes, and a baseball cap to hide her hair—she now looked like a refined and sharp young man.

Once she disembarked, she immediately received a call from Du Xiaofu, a subordinate from the Mercenary Alliance.

Lu Mian casually inserted her Bluetooth earpiece.

"Speak."

"Boss, someone contacted us today with a huge request! I'm not sure if we should take it..."

Lu Mian's clear eyes narrowed slightly—since when did people dislike having too much money?

"Send me the details of the request."

Du Xiaofu forwarded a screenshot while adding over the phone, "The client offered ten billion to take out IEG's Team Two Commander, Demon. Uh, that's a direct quote..."

Team Two Commander?

Lu Mian's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

Offering money to kill her... pet's life?

And hiring her own subordinate to do it?

Unaware of this tangled connection, Du Xiaofu scratched his head and muttered anxiously, "But we have a friendly cooperative relationship with IEG. And with their leadership transition happening, the motive behind targeting their Team Two Commander is pretty transparent. Boss, should we take the job or not?"

"Decline it!"

The implications were all too obvious—what Du Xiaofu analyzed, Lu Mian had thought through even faster.

She ground her teeth, firmly rejecting the order.

Her gaze darkened, and a cold, ruthless aura radiated from her.

"Boss? This doesn't really seem like you. Don't you always say in the Alliance, 'any job for money is fair game'?"

Lu Mian smirked faintly, her voice sharp yet controlled. "Give me the IP of the client who placed the request."

She had just arrived, and enemies were already stirring in the shadows.

She didn't need to think hard to identify the client—it had to be connected to the Team One Commander.

If not him personally, then one of his followers.

So eager, aren't they?

Lu Mian's icy tone almost seemed to travel across the call, prompting Du Xiaofu to tread carefully. "Boss, are you mad about something?"

"Heh, no." Lu Mian paused. "Release a message to the other organizations—no one is allowed to accept this job."

Though puzzled, Du Xiaofu quickly complied, "Got it."

Lu Mian hung up, her footsteps accelerating.

Her destination: the northern forest.

——

Inside the headquarters' surveillance room.

Yun Zhijuan sat in front of rows of display monitors, sighing over and over again.

The giant screens showed live footage from all of Bailu Island's public surveillance cameras, capturing everyone's movements in real time.

As one of the leaders, Yun Zhijuan barely needed to make an effort to spot his subordinates among the crowds. And when he saw a disguised Lu Mian, his headache only worsened.

He even enlarged the surveillance footage on Lu Mian, noting her visibly displeased mood and feeling exceptionally guilty, nervous, and uneasy.

But soon he spotted Xiao Qimo. On screen, the man wore a sleek black outfit, his figure as striking as ever. This time, he wasn't wearing glasses, so his commanding and imperious aura was on full display.

Yun Zhijuan thought, with his junior brother here, Mian Xiaobao shouldn't have the time to bother with him, her old master.

Yes, that had to be the case.

Yun Zhijuan comforted himself with this thought.