Soul Exchange: This School Beauty Isn’t So Cold Chapter 127

The operation was set for New Year’s Eve, just three days away.

No one was idle during those three days. Su Mo led the team in scouting locations, familiarizing themselves with the surroundings, and repeatedly reminding them: this was a real battlefield, a large-scale fight to the death.

Since the mission was assigned individually, no one could afford to slip up—not only would it endanger their own lives, but it could also drag down their comrades.

For safety, the plan included two teams and two sets of decoy lists to mislead any spies.

During this time, Su Mo also visited the Qingyu Society to meet with the “support faction,” allies like Wang Er. From them, he learned that the Hundred Immortals Sect’s attack on the Ye family had been delayed—a key insider had been exposed.

More importantly, he discovered that the current head of the Hundred Immortals Sect in Jiangcheng was Mei Xian, a disciple of Ya Xian and one of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Immortals, with C-rank strength.

Much of this valuable intel came from Wang Er, proving that the Qingyu Society’s intelligence network was still highly effective.

Of course, it wasn’t just Beidou and Qingyu making moves—the Hundred Immortals Sect was also busy preparing, likely for their strike against the Ye family.

To counter them, the Ye family had even called in reinforcements from the Red Leaf Hall and other hidden forces backing them.

Over the past few days, the various factions lurking in Jiangcheng had begun stirring, eager to take advantage of the chaos.

The city now resembled a lake before a storm, with fish ready to leap from the water—yet none dared to be the first, waiting silently instead.

Finally, the night of the 31st arrived. Snow began to fall, adding a festive atmosphere to the New Year, though the cold was biting. Students trudging home from evening classes exhaled misty breaths, grumbling about the school’s refusal to give them a holiday.

The operation teams were already in position, many having arrived early, awaiting the signal to move.

Due to the nature of his mission, Su Mo could only arrive five minutes before the operation—any earlier risked exposure.

23:37

Huo Jingshu arrived at a residential building across from the target restaurant, entering an apartment under the guise of a resident to retrieve her gun. After estimating the distance to the opposite building, she settled in to wait.

23:45

Ye Qingyi strode into the restaurant in a tailored suit, instantly drawing the attention of wealthy socialites.

23:51

Xia Qingqing skipped past the restaurant entrance, peering inside with a troubled expression.

Just then, a wealthy businessman arrived and ordered his subordinates to invite her in. Xia Qingqing happily obliged.

23:55

A female server hurried into the restroom, her face flushed. The moment she turned the corner, Su Mo struck, knocking her out and stashing her in a stall.

Inside, a flamboyantly dressed man (literally) was already unconscious.

Su Mo quickly changed into the server’s uniform, donned the restaurant’s signature mask, and shuffled out—only to be immediately intercepted by a leering man.

“Hey there, sweetheart. Not bad-looking. How about letting me give you a little health check?”

Su Mo’s mind raced, recalling the man’s profile: Zhang, CEO of a major company. Notorious womanizer. Bought by the Hundred Immortals Sect to provide investments in Jiangcheng while profiting off their dealings. One of tonight’s live-capture targets.

Forced to retreat, Su Mo backed around the corner into the restroom.

“Oho, young but already so experienced, hiding from the cameras—” Zhang’s lustful grin faltered as he sensed danger. He spun to flee, but a delicate hand clamped over his mouth.

“Mmph—!”

A swift chop later, the restroom stall gained another occupant.

Su Mo checked the time: 23:59. One minute to action.

“Perfect.”

He hurried off.

…..

Main Hall, Restaurant

Amid elegant music, the city’s elite clinked glasses.

The host, Boss Lin, raised his cup. “Tonight, we celebrate Mei Xian’s promotion. Thank you all for coming. Everyone here is a pillar of Jiangcheng—the Hundred Immortals Sect’s future depends on your support.”

“Now, Boss Lin, no need for formalities! We’re all on the same side.”

“Exactly! When we partnered with Ya Xian, we agreed—we’re family!”

Murmurs of agreement filled the room until someone noticed Zhang’s absence.

“Where’s Boss Zhang?”

“Saw him leave earlier. Probably in the restroom.”

“That long?”

“Ha! Knowing him, he probably ran into a pretty girl and got distracted.”

Laughter followed.

Meanwhile, Ye Qingyi drifted through the crowd, wineglass in hand, until Boss Lin took notice.

“You seem young, brother. Have we met?”

“Boss Lin, have you forgotten? I’m Young Master Su.”

“Ah! So you’re Boss Su’s son! No wonder he’s not here tonight.” Boss Lin’s eyes flickered, and staff swiftly guided Ye Qingyi to the periphery—where one stood a little too close, something bulky under his arm.

Not far away, Xia Qingqing stuffed her face while the businessman beside her leered, oblivious that the dagger hidden on him had already vanished.

Then, ceremonial music played as Mei Xian made her entrance, flanked by bodyguards.

This banquet doubled as her promotion celebration and New Year’s countdown.

Everyone checked the time: 30 seconds to midnight.

Staff took their positions—all but one, who arrived a beat late, stationing herself beside a certain executive.

Her graceful figure drew glances.

Ye Qingyi glanced over, lips quirking.

Onstage, Mei Xian’s gaze swept the room, pausing briefly on Ye Qingyi—perhaps struck by “his” handsome features—before turning to the countdown screen.

Su Mo studied her. Beautiful, yes, but not particularly alluring. And she lacks the commanding presence of a leader. Was she really who they thought?

Then again, disguises were to be expected.

Either way, the plan was in motion. No deviations.

Three!

Two!

One!

Boom! The New Year’s bell tolled.

Shen Hong’s voice crackled in their earpieces:

“Move!”

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