This means she has finally become a formal member of the Organization.
She is no longer an eight-year-old girl who knows nothing; she already knows that she is different from ordinary people. It seems there are some strange, violent elements in her body that become uncontrollable when they encounter blood, unable to be healed, only controlled.
At fifteen, she received her first mission—to retrieve the stolen information.
There were a total of eight people on the opposing side, armed with a large number of firearms.
She wore a white knee-length dress, her waist slender, and her long black hair draped smoothly and glossy.
She had a clean, youthful face with the purest agility of a girl.
She stood by the roadside, hands clasped behind her, glancing occasionally at passing vehicles. Her pitiful appearance was enough to evoke any man’s protective instincts.
As expected, a small truck loaded with goods stopped beside her.
The people in the truck were precisely her mission targets.
She thought she was acting alone, not knowing that in a distant tall building, a man in a black trench coat was watching her intently.
The man’s features were stern, his gaze icy and sharp, one hand buried in the coat pocket, the other holding a sniper rifle.
Her acting was terrible, her smile did not pass muster, and she quickly exposed herself, ultimately resorting to violence to pass through.
She kicked the beaten-up man lying on the ground, pouting her little mouth and saying disdainfully: "Not a bit of a challenge at all."
She turned and left with the day’s results.
After walking about thirty or forty meters, one of the unconscious men on the ground suddenly woke up, pulled a gun from his waist, and viciously aimed at Gu Jiao’s back.
However, before he could pull the trigger, the man from above swiftly lifted the silenced sniper rifle in his hand and, without even using the sniper scope, shot him in the head in one go!
Just at this moment, a large truck roared past Gu Jiao, the massive rumble covering the sound of the bullet whizzing through the air.
Completely unaware of the danger she narrowly escaped, Gu Jiao arrived at the agreed location, where the Godfather’s black pickup was already waiting by the roadside.
"Hmm? Godfather?"
She tilted her head in surprise, walked over with her hands behind her back, and bent her slender youthful waist to look at him from outside the car window: "Wasn’t it supposed to be Leopard picking me up?"
He placed one hand on the steering wheel, expressionless, saying: "He got a last-minute mission and left first."
Gu Jiao: "Oh."
She opened the car door and got into the passenger seat.
He said plainly: "Seatbelt."
Gu Jiao obediently fastened her seatbelt, then took out a small metal box, the spoils of today’s victory, to show him, boasting, "All the data is in here, aren’t I amazing?"
He responded with a nonchalant "Mm," and started the car.
The gentle warm wind whooshed in, lifting her smooth, black hair gently. She turned to the back seat to look for something to eat, the movement bringing them closer together.
The ends of her hair, carrying the fragrance of a young girl, brushed against his face.
A little ticklish.
...
After returning to the Organization, he said to Gu Jiao: "Come over a bit later, need to take some blood."
"Oh."
Gu Jiao had her blood drawn in the medical pod every month; she had grown used to it and never asked why.
The Empire’s Marshal... now should be called the Godfather.
After drawing Gu Jiao’s blood, the Godfather proceeded with the instrument analysis.

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