Chapter 3: Female Mercenary Transmigration [3]

By applying this talent to various fields, the bombs she produced—after undergoing rigorous calculations of impact and velocity—were something absolutely no one could evade.

Since her debut, everything had gone exactly as she wished. The only exception was...

"Boss!"

The red-haired handsome man froze momentarily before curling his lips, looking with immense admiration at Hua Wuxin, who had already walked over a dozen steps away. "What's wrong? Did you fulfill your two-year aspiration?"

"Duh!"

Hua Wuxin turned back with an arrogant smile. "It's just a World Racing Championship. As long as I want it, how could it possibly elude my grasp?"

As she spoke, she shrugged with an indifferent smirk. "But now that I've obtained this championship, it doesn't feel like much of anything."

Her innate instinct to pursue excitement had led her to become obsessed with top-tier racing two years ago.

Of course, what had truly steeled her resolve to participate in world-class competitions were the words spoken by the man who had held the championship for two consecutive terms.

"Racing is a man's world!"

It was because she heard that man say those words on television that Hua Wuxin decided to join this "men's competition."

And it was only this morning that, as an amateur driver, she had seized the championship in one fell swoop.

Recalling that boastful man and seeing the expression on his face—as if he had been punched hard in the gut—when she stepped out of the car, Hua Wuxin felt an extreme sense of satisfaction.

A man's world?

So what?

Sometimes, a woman can do it even better than a man!

As she spoke, she smiled and lifted her foot to continue walking. "Let's go. If I hurry, I might still make it to the final award ceremony..."

Her voice cut off abruptly.

Her slender heels froze in place.

Turning her body, she glanced down at the fingertip-sized object beneath her heel, and her stunningly beautiful face instantly shifted slightly.

A low curse immediately escaped her lips: "Damn it!"

What she was stepping on was the very triggered mini-bomb she had successfully developed only yesterday.

She had no idea which of those five bastards had brought out a new weapon to test today and dropped it here.

The sound of an explosion had already rang out.

Before losing consciousness, Hua Wuxin gave a bitter internal laugh. The bombs she made truly were something no one could evade—including herself.