NEO CULTURE TECHNOLOGY
MAD CITY BASE
1:26 AM, TUESDAY

XIAO DE JUN'S VIEW。

Who the fuck does she think she is!?

I rested my feet on the dashboard until Yangyang told me not to, "Yah! Feet off my car's dashboard!" he yelled and smacked my legs.

I yelped and placed them down, "Alright! Alright! Jeez." I scoff lightly and leaned back onto the car seat.

"Are you that annoyed that you weren't able to befriend her?" Yangyang raises a brow, glancing at me from time to time.

I stifled a laugh, "As if."

"Don't lie." he rolls his eyes and I huffed, throwing my hands up.

"What the fuck is wrong with her? Is she anti-social or something? I thought that girly was easygoing."

"She did seem easygoing towards other costumers..." Yangyang mumbled making me grunt.

"Most girls I befriended for undercover weren't like her."

Yangyang deadpanned, "Not every girl is the same, you know." he says, his eyes fixated on the road as he drove us back to the base.

My eyes glued outside the window, seeing nothing but darkness as we took a turn to a familiar restricted road, the road to our base. We lived in some secluded area here in Yongsan-gu, Mad City. We practically own the underground tunnels of the city, if not, we own the whole city during night.

"Are you upset?"

Brows furrowing, I snarled, "Why would I be upset?"

"Because you were—"

"Damn right I am!" I scrunched my nose, "I'm still trying to figure out something. At least something that would make her believe..."

"She actually only guessed that we were apart of a mafia– she didn't know at all!"

I bit my bottom lip, "That's the whole point, Yangyang. She tricked us."

I tilt my head as we entered the armed gates of our base. "I can't believe she fucking tricked us! I can't accept the fact she had the guts to trick a mafia member! I'm so going to get back at her."

"Well, she did had the guts to point a gun towards a mafia member." Yangyang chuckled dryly and I rolled my eyes at his words.

Once we arrived at the base, both of us went out and headed straight to the meeting room, where everyone was practically waiting for us.

Bursting into the room, I held a calm demeanor as I sat down beside Renjun.

"It's seems like the first plan didn't work?" Mark hummed, crossing his arms, a smirk tugging up his lips.

Yangyang pursed his lips, "What are we going to do now?"

Taeyong crosses his arms, an unfazed look plastered on his face, "You will continue befriending her until the week ends."

I craned my head towards him in disbelief, "Until the week ends?!"

"Did you not quite hear me, Xiaojun?" our boss raises a brow and I looked away quickly.

"If we keep going, she'll definitely find out sooner or later what's going to happen." I uttered, also crossing my arms.

"There aren't much information to find about her, actually," Jisung suddenly blurted out, catching everyone's attention why his were still on his computer, "it's like Yun Keiko doesn't exist." he shrugs, now looking at us.

What is she? Some kind of witch or something?

"Impossible." Youngho furrows his brows.

Jeno shook his head, "Actually, no, that's not impossible."

"What do you mean, Jeno?" Kun questions.

"Well you see, hidden information is quite interesting, like the lack of files a person has can tell us something real quick." Jeno points out, "The file we're trying to gain access of is strictly confidential, it's nowhere found, thus meaning that it is secure somewhere far from our reach."

"Like... our own files, right?" Renjun utters and Jeno nodded.

"Every mafia clan does this to make sure that their information is only, and will only be, available for higher ups or members of the clan itself."

"So you're saying..." Donghyuck squints his eyes, "...that she's a mafia...?" he trails off, unsure.

Jaehyun lets out a laugh that nearly startled everyone. "She's not a member of any mafia." he states, still laughing.

Jisung coughs, "Well, Jaehyun-hyung is right. But we traced her location..."

"And?"

"She lives with Yun Hansuke."

Taeyong slams his fist onto the table, "Yun Hansuke? One of our associates?" he tilts his head, a sly smirk rested on his lips.

Jisung nodded, his hand on his chest after being startled twice by Jaehyun and Taeyong.

Doyoung pursed his lips, head tilting a bit, "Mr. Yun has a daughter?" his mouth then went agape, I guess even he doesn't have a clue about it.

Chenle clicks his tongue loudly, "I don't think she's his daughter though?"

"What makes you say so?" Jungwoo hums, gaining interest on what Chenle said.

"If she's his daughter, then we would've known that years ago when we became associates with Hansuke." Renjun stated Chenle's point for him.

Chenle grins and nudged Renjun in acknowledgement while I chuckled at how childish Chenle could be.

Taeyong still had that smug look casted on his face and I sensed that he had something in mind. My eyes trailed onto Doyoung, only to find him looking uneasy and doubtful.

They talked about something again, didn't they?

Taeyong then clears his throat, "You're still going to continue the mission, I'll give you by the end of the week," he stated, "if she's not going to trust you by then, you know what to do, Jungwoo." his eyes fell on the innocent looking guy.

Jungwoo chuckles dryly, "If that happens, I'll need... Yangyang, Donghyuck, Mark, Xiaojun, and Hendery."

"Wait, she knows Donghyuck and Mark already." Renjun utters.

Ten crossed his arms, "What's the point? She knows you're in mafia already, doesn't she?"

"She guessed." Yangyang mutters.

"Guessed?" Jaemin was taken aback a bit.

Yangyang nodded, "That's what she said, right?" he looks at Jeno, Jisung, and Chenle who were in control of the earpieces awhile ago.

Jeno nodded, "Yeah..." he sighed, "but we shouldn't just believe that so easily."

"Why don't we just burst into her bar?" Lucas suggested and we all deadpanned at him.

"Yeah, that won't work." Sicheng told him.

"Why do we need to gain her trust anyways, Taeyong?" Mark groaned and placed his feet up on the meeting table, "What do you need from her?"

"Are you gonna turn her into something like Dasom?" Sicheng questions, I could hear how worried he sounded.

"Dasom's fine on her own." Jungwoo spat and Sicheng rolled his eyes, not even sparing a glance at Jungwoo.

Taeyong laughs, "I've taken an interest on her. An owner of a famous underground bar, someone who doesn't have much information to dig up, possibly linked to one of our associates?" he eyes each and every one of us, "She might be worth millions."

"You want to bet on with her life?" Jisung coughed after figuring it out.

Taeyong smiled wickedly, "At least not yet."

What the fuck is he thinking?

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