Vol2 Chapter 20: Here is a weak woman who is powerless
“Hey! Senior Sister’s been poached!”
“Where, where?” Lu Mingfei craned his neck, shading his eyes like Sun Wukong scanning the horizon. He spotted the two girls not far off. “Should we go check it out?”
“Senior…” Xia Mi propped her chin in her hands, squinting with a sly grin. “We finally get a chance to play big spenders. Let’s just enjoy it. You really think those two are delicate damsels like Lin Daiyu, too weak to lift a chicken?”
“Junior Sister, you sure know how to slack off.”
“The great writer Lu Xun once said, ‘Time is like water in a sponge—squeeze, and it’s there.’ Slacking opportunities are ones we create. Our job’s just to block him from escaping.” Xia Mi patted her chest proudly, then raised her glass boldly. “Come, Senior, let’s drink!”
The nightclub’s lights suddenly went out. A wild gust swept through from nowhere, plunging the world into darkness. Guests froze, looking around, trying to figure out what happened. As the darkness settled, a pair of golden slit pupils opened in the gloom. Anyone meeting that gaze instinctively recoiled, shielding themselves. The fiery intensity in those eyes could burn them to ash, as if a savage beast lurked within. The moment they saw it, a roaring tide filled their minds, like a claw was about to rip open their skulls, the pain piercing.
And there wasn’t just one pair. As if in response, another set of golden pupils lit up. The two locked eyes, their suffocating presence coiling like pythons, driving people to peak terror, trapped with nowhere to flee.
No human could have eyes like that. That feral glint wasn’t something a normal person could emit. Fear spread through the crowd until someone finally screamed, igniting mass panic. People scrambled, using phone flashlights, lighters, even reflective trinkets to light their way to the exits.
Xia Mi grabbed a glass of wine, placed a napkin on it, and lit it with a pilfered lighter, creating a candlelit dinner vibe.
“Senior, still drinking?” Xia Mi poured herself another, embracing her inner charming thief. “It’s free now, you know.”
Lu Mingfei eyed the golden pupils, flicked on his phone’s flashlight, and positioned it to keep all three in view.
“Hit me with some more.” He grabbed a bottle, glancing at the hybrid confronting Zero. “Who says no to free stuff?”
Zero sat quietly in the booth, sipping her drink, occasionally spearing a piece of fruit with a toothpick.
Bai Ci tore the hem of her dress, pulling a tactical dagger from a thigh holster. For Cassell girls, weapons were stashed in two places: under the skirt on the thigh or inside the bra. Bai Ci found the bra option awkward—reaching into your chest mid-fight was weird. The thigh was easier.
Mike watched the fleeing crowd coldly. One “meal” was enough; the rest didn’t matter. His targets were the two girls who rejected him, exuding that peculiar scent.
He’d seen eyes like his before. In the month he’d been on the run, he’d met others like him. His closest ally, a Japanese man, gave him vials of purple “evolution serum.” The feeling was incredible—like ruling the world, invincible, a king fearing nothing.
He eyed his prey. Her curves, accentuated by a slim waist, were captivating. His gaze lingered from her hair to her long, shapely legs, dwelling on every private detail.
He wanted to pounce, to sink his teeth into that pale, slender neck.
“Cassell College Executive Department. Confess and cooperate, or resist and die here.”
“Heh, can I choose neither?”
“No.” Bai Ci didn’t waste words. Her toes tapped the ground, and she lunged, light as a swallow, her white gown belying a killing intent fiercer than a lion’s.
Since joining Lionheart, she’d learned much from Chu Zihang, like his knife skills.
Chu Zihang claimed he’d learned from a youth center, then self-taught through videos, blending Japanese Iaido, Niten Ichi-ryū, Chinese Xinyou Blade, and ancient swordsmanship into a unique, unorthodox style.
A wild style.
In short: use strength. Every strike was simple, effective—fast, precise, ruthless. Whatever took the opponent down quickest. If that failed, pull back, draw a gun, and shoot.
Metal clashed in the dark, a trembling note exploding. Bai Ci’s dagger was blocked by an iron chair Mike held. The flippant man’s pupils had slit vertical.
“Not something a little girl should play with,” Mike licked his lips, his golden eyes swirling with viscous desire. “Once we break you—”
He was cut off, slammed by something, sent flying.
Word Spirit: Pure Land.
Bai Ci stared coldly at Mike, blood pooling around him. Why wait for your nonsense? I’m not here for a lecture. Executive Department’s rule is efficiency—fast as possible.
Mike struggled to his feet, swaying, and pulled a pressure syringe from his pocket, its liquid a deep purple.
“Haha… you’re not a finished dish. More like a porcupine, all spines. Gotta figure out how to catch you, tie you up, strip those spines off.” He pressed the syringe to his neck. “Once I pluck them, I’ll string you up and savor you.”
Bang.
The syringe shattered.
“Oh.” Bai Ci raised her pistol. “Still plucking?”
Mike panicked. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go! You’re the righteous hero here to punish me, the villain! You’re supposed to let me finish my speech before striking! Who just starts shooting like that?
In his mind, they’d clash in a flurry of blades, light and shadow weaving like a net. He and Bai Ci would face off, panting, bloodied, wounds everywhere, trading heartfelt words in the chaos, roaring rebuttals, fighting to the death. Just as he seemed defeated, Mike would unleash a crazed, bloodthirsty grin, declare playtime over, and welcome their king. He’d power up, entering “phase two” as Bai Ci despaired, proclaiming victory before sinking his fangs into her neck, celebrating the new king in a pool of blood.
What a thrilling scene!
Why aren’t you following my script?!
Panicking, at a loss, he glanced at Zero, sipping her drink and eating fruit.
Petite, delicate, adorable—the perfect defenseless damsel!
He lunged, terrifyingly fast.
Push yourself, and you’ll be amazed at your speed!
Zero, thinking the fight was nearly over, was mid-sip when someone grabbed her neck, spilling her drink all over her.
“Don’t move, or I’ll kill her!” Mike held a fruit knife to Zero’s throat, then noticed Bai Ci’s odd expression.
Lu Mingfei’s look was equally strange.
He remembered Zero’s severe germaphobia.
Kidnap Xia Mi, maybe you’d have a chance. But Zero? And you dirtied her clothes? Good luck.