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The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Former bigshot, Ying Zijin, woke up one day as the lost daughter of the Ying family, who had been missing for fifteen years. The Ying family promptly adopted another child to replace her. Upon returning to the wealthy family, everyone mocked her for not being as clever, capable, sensible, and elegant as a fake heiress. Her parents considered her a stain on the family and warned her not to harbor any illusions of being a lady of the family. They said she should be grateful for being a foster daughter, or else they would send her away. Ying Zijin: "I'll leave then. No need to see me off." While the Ying family celebrated joyously and others waited to see the real heiress make a fool of herself, influential figures from various fields took action. The top-rated idol with the most influential fans said, "Miss Ying, just let me know if you need anything." The heir to a global economic monopoly said, "Ying family? What's that? Boss, should we just wipe them out?" The number one martial artist in the country asked, "Who dares to bully my master?" The genius teenage boy with an IQ of 228 said, "That's my sister." A man with an incredibly seductive appearance smirked lazily and casually, saying, "Sure, then call me brother-in-law." The influential figures were confused. When the real heiress' true identity was restored, it caused a sensation on the internet. The Ying family went crazy and knelt, crying and begging her to come back. The international powerhouse family said, "Sorry, let me introduce her. This is our real heiress." Reborn as a king, making a strong comeback and launching a counterattack!

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082 Happy 17th Birthday, Yaoyao

"Straight-line distance is 534 meters."

"Wind speed is 2.7 meters per second."

"There's no fog and no large dust particles in the air, visibility is high."

For a sharpshooter, such distance and weather conditions represented a rare opportunity.

A black earpiece hung from his right ear.

Dressed in a black bodysuit that stretched tight over his muscles, he blended into the night.

This spot offered a wide view yet was concealed, hard to detect.

A voice came through the earpiece.

"Ready to make a move?"

"Not yet," the sharpshooter replied, frowning as he held his binoculars. "There's an old man with him, I'll wait until he's alone before I act."

It wasn't because he was worried about harming the innocent; he wanted to minimize the noise.

The voice in the earpiece continued.

"You sure you don't need my help? Tell me his details, and I'll act with you. There's no way he can escape."

"No need," the sharpshooter said without hesitation, "Why would I share my prey with you?"