Fast and Furious: I Control Everything Chapter 128 128: Colombiana

Realizing the identity of the "Black Orchid" who had approached him...

With his intelligence now more than three tis that of an average person, Hunter quickly figured out her probable intent.

"So that's it. She's worried I accidentally drew her?"

"That's why she approached —to confirm if I captured her likeness."

Having figured this out, Hunter subconsciously looked down at the drawing board in front of him.

As a result, when he looked at the sketch...

The thing he had drawn unconsciously while distracted earlier...

Sure enough, on that pencil sketch...

Although it wasn't very prominent, in one corner of the draft...

There was a highly detailed sketch of a female figure.

Looking closely, wasn't it the dangerous Black Orchid standing right in front of him?

"Sorry!"

Hunter saw Cataleya's gaze falling repeatedly on his sketch.

She was using a blaming yet subtle look and expression...

Constantly hinting to Hunter that he had infringed on her portrait rights.

Although having guessed the Black Orchid's true identity...

Hunter now understood she didn't want her true identity exposed before her revenge was complete.

But seeing her act like this made him want to laugh a little.

However, Hunter played along and said, "My apologies, ma'am."

"I didn't an to offend you with your likeness. Please wait a mont!"

With that, Hunter didn't wait for her to speak.

He skillfully picked up a professional art eraser and rubbed out the already-ford sketch of Cataleya on the paper.

Finally, Hunter didn't forget to use a piece of bread he had prepared earlier to wipe the draft again, ensuring no traces remained.

Monts later, accompanied by a layer of breadcrumbs on the ground...

Cataleya on the sketch had completely disappeared.

After doing all this, Hunter picked up the board and let her examine it carefully.

Cataleya looked at it seriously. Sure enough, seeing that she was gone from the drawing, she breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction.

"Thank you!"

She nodded at Hunter with a smile. "You draw very well."

Her gaze fell on Hunter's face again.

If Cataleya had noticed the handso Asian guy earlier because he might have been using her as a model...

And thus paid attention to him...

Then now, after sizing him up seriously again...

Even Cataleya, who rarely interacted with n other than her uncle and assassination targets, had to admit...

The Asian youth in front of her truly deserved words like "handso" and "dashing."

This Asian youth had a handso face that transcended racial aesthetics.

His skin was fine, unlike most Caucasian n. His height was neither too tall nor too short—just right.

Moreover, from the muscles on his arms exposed by his t-shirt—distinctly defined but not overly bulky...

Cataleya could tell he was a young man who exercised frequently and maintained his physique well.

Combining all these factors...

Even a woman like Cataleya, who had vowed to avenge her parents since childhood and possessed a steely will...

Couldn't help but be impressed by his charm at this mont.

"What a charming man!"

Cataleya had loved painting since she was a child. But unfortunately, after her parents were murdered...

To avenge them, she had to give up her forr hobby.

Therefore, in her spare ti over the years...

Cataleya would occasionally visit art galleries, museums, and even specialized exhibitions to appreciate various paintings.

Now a professional assassin, she felt her blood-stained hands were no longer worthy of holding a paintbrush.

But precisely because of this, Cataleya appreciated and favored young artists.

When she encountered wandering artists during her missions...

She was never stingy about giving them so money as encouragent.

This ti, seeing that the young Asian artist not only had a high level of skill...

But was also handso... she felt a bit more goodwill toward him.

So, she took the initiative to explain: "I was too sensitive just now. My na is Ann, but you can also call Lia."

Hunter knew, of course, that this was an alias.

But he smiled and extended his hand proactively: "Hunter Sun. Nice to et you, Lia."

Cataleya was about to speak when she suddenly noticed several gazes landing on her.

As a top-tier assassin highly sensitive to being watched...

She imdiately smiled and said, "I don't really like people drawing , but I love watching people draw."

"If I have the chance to et you here again next ti..."

"I'll definitely treat you to a couple of drinks."

"But for now, I probably have to leave. I still have so work to finish."

With that, Cataleya glanced at the ti on her watch.

Then she smiled apologetically at Hunter and turned to leave.

"Alright. Let's have a drink if we get the chance."

Hunter didn't pester Cataleya or stop the Black Orchid from leaving.

He had just recalled the plot of Colombiana.

It told the story of a couple who helped a drug lord in a South Arican country manage his finances. When they prepared to resign and move to the US...

The drug lord, fearing they would expose his drug trafficking information, sent his n to kill the whole family before they could leave.

In the end, the drug lord's n successfully killed the couple.

But...

Looking at the only remaining daughter, they got careless, and the girl escaped.

That girl, only about ten years old, took the evidence her father had prepared and went to the US Embassy to report it, securing passage to the US.

After arriving in the US, the little girl imdiately ran away to find her uncle.

Later, to avenge her parents and kill that drug lord...

The little girl asked her uncle to train her how to kill.

In the end, she spent over a decade...

Under her uncle's tutelage, becoming a top-tier assassin.

And that little girl was the Black Orchid, Cataleya.

The mysterious woman who had just appeared in front of Hunter and quickly left.

Hunter watched quietly as Cataleya walked away!

Many movie plots had already appeared in this world.

One more really wasn't a big deal to him.

Previously, Hunter had been trying to get close to Léon, hoping the hitman would guide him into the world of assassins.

However, despite his various deliberate attempts to curry favor, Léon remained cold and indifferent.

Although Hunter knew Léon lacked security and had communication issues...

Being treated like this constantly gave him the feeling of "pressing a hot face against a cold ass" (unrequited effort).

Now, it seed another option had appeared.

At this thought, the smile on Hunter's face grew even brighter.

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