Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Chapter 758: Low Key

"Let go when it's time to let go— isn't that one of the most taught lessons since ancient times?" said Ling Qingyu.

"I never expected you to draw conclusions from love affairs," Tang Ziyi replied with a hint of schadenfreude.

Ling Qingyu couldn't fathom why everything always circled back to carnal desire. Whenever something was even slightly related—despite having no real connection to love—people's thoughts inevitably revolved around drama.

Who said letting go was only about love? It applied to everything: work, desire, persistence, idealism, and so on. It took great courage to let go.

Spirit Fox seemed to control Province N so thoroughly that crime rates dropped to an unimaginable degree, except for domestic affairs.

Nonetheless, the higher the climb, the harder the fall. Jealousy, greed, fear and hatred were aimed at her girls. Until now, Ling Qingyu had yet to receive news of the horrific systematic attack on them.

Neither Athena nor Tang Ziyi reported the matter, fearing Ling Qingyu would overreact.

Who knew if this woman would mobilize the entire force to flaunt and deter, creating another political dilemma for Yang Qingyue to manage?

Anyway, the enemies had been found and eliminated. Tang Ziyi figured Cai Ning and Yang Qingyue would be happy to take care of the rest.

Even so, Tang Ziyi, as the founder of Spirit Fox, felt reluctant to relinquish their control over the province. It appeared Ling Qingyu intended to transfer complete authority to Yang Qingyue once things settled.

Tang Ziyi understood the reason and realized the group might attract more sharks later on as the province returned to peace.

Many hyenas were watching Spirit Fox, ready to recruit and infiltrate undercover agents. Perhaps disbanding the group and dispersing its members across multiple units was already part of the plan.

Even then, these options were impossible to realize. Such attacks were bound to happen regardless of Gu Yi's patronage. A few dozen times kicking the ball back didn't matter, but once Province N became prosperous, Spirit Fox's existence was destined to be questioned by powerful figures.

Once the President and several ministers had their eyes on her girls, Gu Yi couldn't refuse outright as she had before. Once chaos was gone, appropriate justifications dissipated.

Not that Ling Qingyu cared too much—but dealing with them while handling other indispensable matters would be a waste of time.

Profit- and interest-seeking individuals wouldn't eliminate criminals thoroughly the way Ling Qingyu ordered her girls to. Instead, they would help while deliberately avoiding rooting out everything, allowing the cycle of violence to continue so their own existence could thrive.

With ongoing violent crimes suppressed, Ling Qingyu could help Gu Yi block interventions more easily. In fact, these were concerns Gu Yi and Yang Qingyue both harbored, even if they didn't admit it.

The former was relieved to gain Ling Qingyu's support for her political future. As long as their interests were bound together, Ling Qingyu wouldn't act recklessly or waste energy playing chess with criminals. Gu Yi was a firm believer in profit, despite Ling Qingyu's actions.

In contrast, her daughter Yang Qingyue received so many gifts and acts of assistance that she never doubted Ling Qingyu at all. She refused to accept the notion that people always sought benefits. Kindness and justice still had to exist. That belief only strengthened when Ling Qingyu truly eradicated the evils in Province N.

Now, only the final hammer remained—to completely crush the true demons who had drawn blood from the people. Those elite families likely had ties to criminals, seeking to wreak havoc and wrest the province from government control.

Nonetheless, these matters belonged solely to Yang Qingyue's and Cai Ning's team. Spirit Fox was no longer involved once politics entered the equation.

Tang Ziyi didn't need Ling Qingyu to explain further. A broader picture formed in her mind. Perhaps a new legend was about to be born.

"It's best to keep the initiative in our hands rather than fight and waste our energy on non-essential matters," Ling Qingyu sensed her sister's reluctance and explained. "It's not while we completely abolish the organization we setup so hard. We're just sizing down to an acceptable degree like before—a hundred or two hundred would do."

"Alright, you don't need to explain all of this to me," Tang Ziyi said. "I know that converting to civilian clothes for patrols still isn't acceptable to you, huh?"

"You know me. I'm very protective of my girls. I don't want the slightest harm," said Ling Qingyu.

Tang Ziyi cowered and swallowed when she recalled the video of one operator getting run over in a vehicle attack. "Hey, don't we have talismans to counter life-threatening dangers? Three chances to save a life, and you still hesitate."

"I want several layers of insurance. Primary protection relies on your equipment, Sister Tang. The talisman is the final guardian when everything else fails. By the way, if I'm not mistaken, do you have something to hide? I've never seen you gulp in front of me even once."

Sure enough, Ling Qingyu detected an anomaly from her close sister and pressed Tang Ziyi over the phone.

On the other end of the line—

"You must have heard it wrong," Tang Ziyi replied without the slightest change in tone. "It's a young maid near me who took a huge mouthful of water. Your manor is powerful indeed—even the maids can swallow such massive gulps."

The maid looked confused and tilted her head as Tang Ziyi passed by while answering the call. She glanced at the duster in her hand, then at Tang Ziyi again, before scratching her head and resuming her cleaning.

Ling Qingyu didn't believe a single word coming out of Tang Ziyi's mouth. Her girls were all cute and well-behaved—not the monsters Tang Ziyi described.

"Alright, back to our original plan. You're going overseas soon to begin our mercenary journey."

"Is it secure to have such a sensitive conversation?"

"Don't doubt my daughter. I've already had Athena scan everything."

"What do I do next? Register my newly assembled team as PMCs?" Tang Ziyi asked.

"No, please don't. I need your team to hide our obvious origin. If you do that, it's no different from directly alerting the Mercenary Union under the World Government that we belong to Country C—which we don't—and drawing unnecessary fire. According to my plan, I need one or two years without attracting attention, especially without linking my armed wing directly to me."

"So, publicly, I'm the founder of this new mercenary group."

"Correct. And if I recall—Sister Ziyi and Xiao Yue should already have mercenary IDs registered when you first came here, right?"

"Yep. I almost forgot about my history," Tang Ziyi clicked her tongue. "So that means I'll be spending my lovey-dovey time with my dear Yue without interruptions from you, right? Please consult with her first and send her to assist me. I may be good at fighting, but I can't see through conspiracies and strategy."

"Fret not. I intend to send her over after discussing my arrangements," Ling Qingyu replied, ignoring the initial jab about abusing subordinates.

"Okay, I'll register a new group called Spirit Fox in the Mercenary Union."

Ling Qingyu drew in a sharp breath and suppressed the urge to teleport through the communication line just to knock Tang Ziyi on the head. If not for her inability to defeat that goddess, she would've already started cursing.

"Sister Ziyi, I said no relation. That means no."

"What can I do? I'm bad at naming," Tang Ziyi replied.

Whether this despicable bastard was merely joking or genuinely terrible at it, Ling Qingyu couldn't tell. "Leave the matter to Athena."

"Gotcha. What's next?"

"Gain experience and build your résumé so that nobody suspects anything when I hire you."

"I kind of guessed where you're going. So the master has to separate from her only disciple. How cruel."

Ling Qingyu's ears flushed in the message from one ear and out from the other.

"Choose a continent to boost your reputation. Elephant Continent or the Middle Kingdom. I do hope you choose the latter and help the women fighting against terror."

"Women against terrorists," Tang Ziyi narrowed her eyes, a strange sense of familiarity surfacing.

"It's ISIS fighting against the Kurds."

"Oh, it's them. They exist here too? Are you sure they're still called Kurds in this world?" Tang Ziyi voiced her surprise. "Wait a minute— that m******** ISIS still survives even to this day? Weren't they supposed to be eliminated?"

"That's my genuine question too, but it's not surprising for deviations to occur in a parallel world."

"You speak as if ours is the true timeline."

Although she couldn't see Tang Ziyi, Ling Qingyu knew the other was rolling her eyes as she continued explaining the details Athena had uncovered.

"This ISIS is completely different from what we know. The same terror, but smarter. They understand legitimacy and international politics. Despite their violence, they haven't offended the entire world yet. They know how to rely on government officials to brand them as just another army."

"Are you sure a transmigrator isn't leading this terror network?"

"I hope not," Ling Qingyu sighed.

"Anyway, I'm curious, are the Kurds still called Kurds here?"

"I don't know. Whatever they're called in this world, as long as female freedom fighters appear, they are Kurds. Don't ask me. Let Athena explain everything. Move fast and hard. News suggests they're having a hard time at the moment."

"Understood. With Elena and new drones, about to be tested, I'm sure we can kick ISIS back into its destined coffin."

"Bear in mind, low-key is of utmost importance."

"Fine, fine. I have a sense of good measure—twee, I mean I have a good sense of measure."