New Mission

Randolph was scared out of his wits long ago, hastily kowtowing and pleading:

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you. I apologize, I was wrong. Please spare my life."

Ken merely cast a faint glance at him, walking and saying:

"Those who offend Prosperia, no matter how far, shall be punished. Those who defy military authority shall not be forgiven."

Randolph's head banged on the ground with a thud, and all his pleas were in vain.

"Commander Buckle, I beg for your mercy, spare my life this time! I won't dare again!"

"Another time?"

Without turning his head, Ken left behind a single word.

"Kill!"

The order was given, and the armed personnel briskly loaded their weapons, uniformly chambering rounds and aiming at Randolph's head and all the thugs causing trouble.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The thunderous gunfire echoed through the sky.

Randolph and the thugs were all executed by firing squad.

This scene left all the passengers dumbfounded.

Ken, who gave the order to open fire, nonchalantly sat in a car, not even sparing a glance. His demeanor was indifferent, as if devoid of any emotion.

"Drive."

The driver was a stunning woman with long flowing hair, dressed in a black suit. She took off her sunglasses and handed over a file.

Her code name was Rabbit, a member of the secret special department. Every time she appeared, it signaled the emergence of a secret mission.

"This is your new mission."

Ken took the file without looking at her, casually flipping through its contents.

"Who would have thought that the mighty War God of Prosperia, after retiring, would become a son-in-law. If this gets out, it will surely explode in the world media."

Rabbit murmured while driving.

Ken said with a stern face, "You're unusually talkative today. Is this just a mission?"

"I know it's a mission. Let me express my feelings. Can't we use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?"

While speaking, Rabbit handed over an envelope.

Opening it, Ken took out a fake ID, falsified household registration, and the remaining contents were all mission details.

Amanda Nixon, 26 years old, Marinopolis Nixon Corporation, Chief Engineer of Technical Research and Development, former consultant for Future Technology Research and Development.

Mission Objective: Protect Amanda Nixon, posing as her husband, for 24 hours to prevent the leakage of high-tech secrets.

"Isn't she a high-ranking executive in the corporation? Why arrange her marriage?" Ken furrowed his brow.

"It's probably due to family power struggles. Amanda's grandfather is seriously ill, and Amanda, with her outstanding abilities, has raised concerns among a few uncles who fear she might take the position of the heir. So, they arranged her marriage to please the old man!" Rabbit explained.

"In other words, it's an internal conflict for control of the Nixon family fortune. Amanda's situation isn't great," she added.

After saying this, Rabbit stepped on the brakes. They had arrived!

Shangri-La Hotel in Marinopolis.

Today was truly extraordinary.

Amanda, the first talent of the Nixon family in Marinopolis, publicly seeking marriage, attracted significant social attention as a stunning beauty with both talent and looks.

In the banquet hall, her mother, Ellie Adelaide, kindly advised:

"Amanda, listen to Mom."

"You're not getting any younger. It's time to get married. Besides, your grandfather is sick. Seize this opportunity to pick a man and get married. Worst case, you can get a divorce later."

Amanda clenched her fists, and her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Pick a man and get married first, then get a divorce later!

What did they take her for?

Amanda was unhappy, expressing her discontent through silence.

The Nixon family was a well-known business family in Marinopolis. Since Amanda's father's death, both Amanda and her mother had been marginalized, constantly oppressed and excluded by the core of the Nixon family.

Adding Amanda's outstanding talents to the mix, the Nixon family's mainline felt a sense of crisis.

This time, the marriage proposal was presented as a way to please the old man, to give him joy. However, Amanda knew clearly that she was a sacrificial pawn in the family's power struggle.

Formally, they were finding her a husband to marry her off, but in reality, it was an opportunity to suppress her, ensuring she had no chance at inheriting the Nixon family fortune.

Moreover, Ellie, her mother, thought it was a good thing, expecting her to choose a good son-in-law through this grand event.

Amanda wasn't foolish; how could she not understand the conspiracy hidden within?

But what could she do?

The Nixon family's gender bias was severe, and it was clear they were conspiring against her. What could she do?

At this moment, her cousin Samuel Nixon, wearing a smile, walked over.

"Congratulations, cousin. After family discussions, from hundreds of candidates, we've finally selected the most suitable man for you. It wasn't easy."