The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Di Wu Yue glanced at the woman, feeling she looked familiar.

A few seconds later, she remembered this was Rita Bevin, whose photo had been displayed on the big screen.

The Bevin Family is a major clan from the O Continent, and while it’s not as internationally known as some large financial consortiums, nor comparable to the Lorentz Family in prestige, its strength is not to be underestimated.

The Bevin Family had sent members to the imperial capital a few times, which Di Wu Yue was aware of.

However, she did not know much about the members of the Bevin Family.

After a while, the elevator stopped on the 67th floor.

As this group of people left, the doors that had opened closed once again.

Ying Zijin’s gaze grew sharp.

She was still leaning in the farthest corner, head slightly raised, her demeanor indifferent.

“Holy shit!” Di Wu Yue finally exclaimed, struggling to contain her excitement, “The Bevin Family actually found the Number One Poison Master? It sounds like this big shot is on this island?”

The Number One Poison Master!

The one and only on the entire Earth, unsurpassed by anyone.

Although Di Wu Yue had always imagined the Number One Poison Master as an ugly old man, that didn’t prevent her from admiring the strong.

In two months on the island, she hadn’t seen any of the top twenty hunters on the list.

Rita Bevin was the only one who had shown up voluntarily.

But even as the first on the Gun God Ranking, she pales in comparison to the Number One on the Poison Master Ranking.

“Brother!” Di Wu Yue was overly excited, “Do you think we might have a chance to meet the Number One Poison Master too? Even if it’s just a distant glimpse, we’ll have something to brag about when we go back.”

Di Wu Feng didn’t seem to know what to think.

Half a minute later, he slowly lifted his head, speaking very slowly, “It’s impossible.”

“Yeah, that figures,” Di Wu Yue sighed, “I bet the Bevin Family went through a lot of effort to get in touch with the Number One Poison Master. A poor devil like me shouldn’t even dream of it.”

Ying Zijin said nothing, her gaze deepening a bit.

She was certain, the so-called Number One Poison Master that Rita Bevin had found, was fake.

But if someone truly wanted to impersonate her, the timeline would not match.

It has been nearly five hundred years since she had topped the Poison Master Ranking.

Even with drugs to change cellular division and slow down organ aging, no poison master could live that long.

How could anyone impersonate her?

Moreover, what was the purpose?

In the past, she hadn’t used poison to kill anyone, just created some poisons that no one could counteract.

Ying Zijin was contemplative.

Unfortunately, without meeting the impostor, she couldn’t figure out the specifics.

As for the Calming Flower, she knew it and had used it.

For poison masters on the list, the Calming Flower truly is an excellent ingredient for making poisons.

With a “ding,” the elevator stopped at the eighty-eighth floor.

One needed to take the stairs to get to the very top.

Ying Zijin looked at the seating area and nodded, “I’ll go over there, I have other friends waiting. I’ll call for you when it’s time to return to Hua Country.”

**

Meanwhile.

Yun Shan checked the messages suddenly spoke out, “Young Master, Miss Ying says she’s coming over. She’s waiting for us in Area A at the top of the Hunter District Building.”

“Hmm?” Fu Yunshen stopped in his tracks, indifferently stating, “Let’s go to Area A.”

When they arrived, the competition below had already started.

All around were the booming sounds of various models of guns.

To climb the Gun God Ranking, not only must one have excellent shooting skills, but also enough equipment.

Unlike hypnotists and poison masters, sharpshooters heavily rely on equipment.

If the gun’s range is only 500m, even the most capable sharpshooter can’t hit a target a 1000m away.

The girl sat in her seat, sipping Coke while watching the competition below.

Rita Bevin, as a hunter already on the Gun God Ranking, wouldn’t participate in other hunters’ competitions.

The final winners would issue a challenge to Rita Bevin.

Ying Zijin saw Fu Yunshen come over and moved a seat for him, lifting her chin and pointing below, “Can I still sign up now?”

Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow, “Yaoyao, want to participate?”

Ying Zijin’s hand propped up her chin, her phoenix eyes narrowed, “Just for fun.”

“Then go.” Fu Yunshen’s peach blossom eyes lifted, “Yun Shan, go tell them to add one more person.”

Yun Shan received the order and immediately left.

Yun Wu followed with him.

On the way, Yun Wu lowered his voice, “Look, Miss Ying is not even a hunter, she just got her hands on a gun, and now she’s going to compete with a bunch of sharpshooters. Isn’t this fooling around? Why aren’t you stopping the young master?”

Bullets were flying everywhere below, what if she got injured by accident?

Yun Shan remained silent, giving him a profound and inscrutable look.

Yun Wu was confused by that look, “Second brother?”

“Just wait and see,” Yun Shan still wore a mysterious expression, “In a little while, your dog eyes will be blinded.”

Yun Wu: “???”

**

In the spectator seats of areas A, B, C, and D, the seats were already full of people.

There were hunters, as well as ordinary members.

Before, they were all watching sleepily, until Rita Bevin made her appearance.

Cheers suddenly surged.

This was the first time Rita Bevin had appeared in the public eye, but that didn’t stop her popularity from being very high.

Young and beautiful, plus she had strength, such a person naturally deserved to be pursued by others.

Not to mention, behind her was the Bevin Family, whose background was exceptionally strong.

The other hunters did not think about trying to kill her; rather, they wanted to build a good relationship with her.

Rita was dressed in a tight black leather outfit, her face stern.

After she arrived, the movements of the surrounding sharpshooters greatly diminished, not daring to collide with her.

In area A, on the stands.

“Young master, could this be a problem?” Yun Shan didn’t use binoculars; relying on his Inner Strength, he could see very far, “The gun in her hand looks to be a new item from the equipment area.”

They had also taken a set, but hadn’t used it yet.

“Keep watching,” Fu Yunshen leaned back in his seat, languidly, “Let the kids have their fun first.”

“That’s true,” Yun Shan thought about it, “After all, we’re not one to fear the Bevin Family.”

He continued to look down.

In just twenty minutes, all those sharpshooters were out.

The venue once again erupted with vigorous cheers.

Rita frowned, “What a bunch of weaklings.”

She had thought that this time there would be sharpshooters who could threaten her.

It looked like getting the Calming Flower was indeed quite simple.

However, just as Rita had stored her gun, someone jumped down from the steps and entered the arena.

It was a girl.

Slender in figure, her appearance was nothing special.

But, she had an Eastern face.

Seeing this scene, the spectators were somewhat astonished.

“What is this person from Hua Country doing? She’s not going to compete with Miss Rita, is she?”

“This is nearly at the end, she doesn’t have the qualifications to participate in the competition.”

“No, no, no, it’s not that she doesn’t have the qualifications to participate, it’s that she doesn’t have the qualifications to compete with Miss Rita.”

Who is Rita Bevin?

At the mere age of 18, she had reached the Gun God Ranking, and was a rare young female on that list.

If just anyone could compete, wouldn’t that be a joke?

Rita was also surprised that someone would come up at this time.

But when she saw it was a young girl the same age as her, she couldn’t help but laugh, “Stop embarrassing yourself, go down. Although you’re about my age, you’re nowhere near my level.”

She had been handling guns since she was three and would shoot hundreds of times every day.

Even with her eyes closed, she could hit the target.

She had noticed that this girl didn’t even have calluses on her hands, indicating she hardly ever held a gun.

If she really competed, wouldn’t she be insulting herself?

Rita lifted her hand, signaling to a nearby administrator, “Let her go down. Don’t disturb my upcoming performance.”

In the spectator seats, the shouting was also starting and stopping intermittently.

“Get down!”

“Get lost!”

“Miss Rita is about to perform blind shooting, don’t get in the way!”

Ying Zijin stood still.

Under the watchful eyes of the audience, she raised her hand and slowly pulled the trigger.

She didn’t look, but with her arm backwards, her body and head facing away from the furthest and constantly moving target, she fired ten shots in succession.

“Bang, bang, bang—”