Max Level Boss in a Noob Zone

On the rooftop of Wright Group Tower in Washington, chaos everywhere.

Evelyn Wright smashed the last piece of wooden stick in her hand. Finally exhausted, she was forced back to the edge of the rooftop.

And the one forcing her was none other than her half-sister, Molly Wright.

Everyone in Washington knew that the gambling tycoon Liam had two daughters. The younger daughter Molly had grown into a lovely young woman, talented in music, chess, calligraphy and painting - the dream girl of all the young elites in Washington. The older daughter Evelyn never appeared in public because she supposedly had autism.

But few people knew that Evelyn wasn't sick at all.

She was just sent to a remote island at age six for brutal training, becoming Wright Corporation's most lethal secret weapon. Over these ten years, she had secretly led Wright Corporation's assassin organization to eliminate countless tough opponents for her father, which was how the company maintained its polished image.

That's how Molly got to live her carefree life dressed in gold and silver.

But Molly didn't cherish it. She secretly abused alcohol and drugs, and eventually caused a disaster by killing the daughter of a military commander.

The gambling king couldn't afford to mess with military and political figures. The commander said that as long as the culprit confessed and accepted punishment, he could let bygones be bygones.

That very night, Evelyn received her father's order - assassinate the commander.

How difficult it was to kill a military commander - this mission was nearly suicidal, but she never disobeyed her father's orders.

But she never imagined that the so-called assassination mission was just her father's trap.

Her teammates who had fought alongside her for ten years died trying to save her, and she was once again tricked by her most trusted father into coming to this rooftop.

From the start, he planned to make her take the fall for Molly - no, not just take the fall, he wanted her dead!

"Dear sister, stop struggling. It's an honor for you to die in my place," Molly smiled smugly. "You can't figure out why, can you?"

"Father said that confessing isn't foolproof. Only a dead person's mouth can keep secrets."

A chill ran through Evelyn's heart. Her eyes swept over the bodyguards behind Molly and the assassins lying in ambush, but she knew Molly wasn't lying.

She had fought alongside these assassins for ten years - how could she not know their capabilities?

In her current physical state, there was no escape.

It seemed her father was really determined to kill her to cover for Molly.

Evelyn let out a heavy breath, her heart dead as ash, but when her eyes met Molly's smug gaze, they burst with intense mockery.

"I remember at your tenth birthday party, you tried to provoke me and I almost threw you out the window. You begged for mercy until your voice went hoarse, but afterward you changed your tune and said you'd get revenge." Evelyn climbed onto the rooftop ledge. She looked at Molly with contempt. "After all these years, this is your so-called revenge?"

The smile on Molly's face instantly vanished. She stamped her foot angrily and screamed, "Tie her up!"

The bodyguards quickly swarmed forward, and Evelyn seemed to have truly lost all her strength - she didn't struggle.

Only after she was tied up tight did Molly wave everyone away and walk forward arrogantly.

"Evelyn, go to hell!"

She copied what Evelyn had done years ago, trying to push her off the rooftop.

But instead of the expected begging, the next second, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed Molly.

Molly's pupils dilated sharply, looking in disbelief at Evelyn who had grabbed her tight.

"Dear sister, come to hell with me."

Evelyn's lips curved up, her smile as sinister as a demon crawling up from hell.

Once, in the most dangerous situation, she had freed herself from iron chains in five seconds - how could simple ropes hold her?

Since she couldn't escape, she'd take someone down with her.

Evelyn couldn't help but laugh thinking about her father's expression when he learned of Molly's death.

But the next second, the smile froze on her face.

A bullet went straight through her forehead.

In an instant, everything around her stopped moving, leaving only the blood drop from her forehead, falling onto layers of white snow.

"This station reports, Wright Corporation..."

"Patient's heart rate currently..."

Evelyn's eyes flew open to the blinding white of a hospital ceiling.

Noise surrounded her, but she precisely caught that sound source. Completely ignoring the IV needle in her hand, she leaped up and practically flew to the TV.

"Wright Corporation chairman, known to the outside world as 'the gambling king' Liam Wright, confirmed at today's press conference that his deceased eldest daughter Evelyn Wright was involved in multiple criminal cases and committed suicide out of fear. Second daughter Molly Wright is out of danger but remains unconscious. The relevant situation has been legally handled by the judicial department..."

Molly was alive, and she—

Evelyn looked at her hands in disbelief. These hands were white and chubby, not hers at all. And this body, so fat it probably couldn't climb over a wall...

The news said she was dead, so what was happening now?

"Evelyn Grant, what's wrong with you?" the nurse pushed her again.

She stepped back several steps warily, then suddenly rushed to the bathroom.

A completely unfamiliar face appeared in the mirror, and at the same time, memories that didn't belong to her flooded into her mind.

"Bang bang bang!" Knocking continued outside. Evelyn clutched her head that felt ready to explode, a tightly controlled groan escaping her throat.

After a long while, she raised her bloodshot eyes to look again at the face in the mirror that was completely different from her own.

She had actually transmigrated into this ordinary girl of the same age and with the same name.

Evelyn trembled as she pulled out the needle from her hand. Blood splattered, but it couldn't hide the intense hatred in her eyes.

Since heaven gave her a chance to start over, she wouldn't let either Molly or Liam go.

And the real cause of her death - that bullet...

Judging from the angle and speed of the bullet, it definitely wasn't an ordinary revolver, but more like a sniper rifle, and the sniper who operated it was no ordinary person either.

Never mind Molly - even Liam probably didn't have such connections.

Who was the person behind this, who not only knew Liam's plan but went to such great lengths to assassinate her...

Evelyn narrowed her eyes, lost in thought. She had a few suspects, but there were too few clues right now. If she could find the shell casing or confirm the wound on her body, she might be able to figure out the gun model.

Unfortunately, she didn't know where her body was now, or whether the scene had already been cleaned up...

"Evie, open the door!"

A woman's nagging knocking suddenly sounded outside. Evelyn rubbed her forehead, somewhat annoyed. But after a moment of silence, she still opened the door expressionlessly.

The woman's voice outside suddenly stopped, and she visibly shivered.

"Ev, Evie you..." She hesitated, unable to complete a full sentence for a long time.

The girl in front of her had no expression on her face, but her whole aura was completely different from before. Those usually timid eyes now carried a cold scrutiny that could pierce through souls, faintly revealing a murderous intent, like a demon crawling out of purgatory, filling the surrounding air with a rusty smell of blood.