Ning Yu also got out of the car, mimicking the man's actions, and discreetly surveyed him with her eyes.
The man was extremely frail, thin, and had deep dark circles under his eyes.
Either he was indulging in excessive lust or had been staying up late for years.
Relying on the gun in his hand, he seemed completely unafraid of the two girls.
He slowly walked over, smoking, and took the cigarette out of his mouth, taking a deep drag, but didn't finish it before flicking it to the ground.
Quite extravagant.
"Hey, the one with the big chest, put your knife down."
He raised his chin slightly, indicating.
?
Ning Yu narrowed her eyes, feeling that this man was very rude.
Shen Yiyue almost burst out laughing, but it seemed a bit strange to laugh in this situation.
After all, she had received professional training and usually wouldn't laugh, unless...
She glanced at Ning Yu with a very subtle look, taking in her barely developed chest.
It looked like a flat iron.
She quickly noticed Ning Yu's murderous gaze, even more terrifying than the man with the gun, and quickly averted her eyes, pretending nothing had happened.
Shen Yiyue followed the man's instructions and slowly put down the long knife, dropping it to the ground.
"Good, kick it over."
The man issued his second command.
Shen Yiyue didn't hesitate and kicked the knife over.
Only then did the man feel relieved and slowly walked over, holding the gun.
The underground garage was dimly lit, and it was only then that the man saw Shen Yiyue's appearance.
She was beautiful, with a curvaceous figure, fair skin, long black hair elegantly draped over her shoulders, bright eyes, and cherry-red lips.
A fine catch.
The man let out a quiet sigh and his eyes immediately turned lecherous.
He lightly placed the gun on Shen Yiyue's abdomen and began to scrutinize her up close:
"Beautiful, come back with me."
As for what would happen when they got back, it goes without saying.
He then glanced at the silver-haired little loli Ning Yu beside her:
"Is she your sister?"
"Tell her to drop the bag and scram, I'll let her live."
Relying on the gun, the man acted magnanimous, gently sniffing the fragrance of the girl's hair, and was about to move his face closer to hers.
"Can I bring my sister with me?"
Shen Yiyue smiled beautifully, seemingly unafraid of the man, and pretended to make a request.
Hearing this, the man immediately showed an impatient expression and started to curse:
"I'm not negotiating with you! Hurry up and..."
But before he could finish, Ning Yu had already made a sudden move from beside Shen Yiyue.
With her base physical fitness of 10 points, she was very fast, and she quickly slapped the man's hand holding the gun.
The man reacted quickly and immediately pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
A deafening gunshot rang out at close range.
Unfortunately, the direction had already been skewed by Ning Yu, and the shot hit the wall beside them.
Ning Yu's dagger quickly followed, slashing at the man's hand with lightning speed!
The force was so great that it sliced off his fingers holding the gun along with part of his palm.
The man's eyes widened in disbelief; how could this little loli be so fierce?!
Just as he was about to scream in pain, Shen Yiyue had already followed up with a coordinated move, delivering a powerful uppercut to his chin.
The punch sent him flying backward and knocked him unconscious.
Ning Yu slowly walked over, picked up the gun that had fallen to the ground, and inspected it.
It was a common 9mm handgun, and she couldn't name the model; this was Blue Planet, not her original place, but that didn't matter.
She disassembled the gun completely in a few seconds, as if by instinct, and examined its internal structure.
The barrel that had just fired was still hot, but Ning Yu didn't care.
Shen Yiyue, who was beside her, was shocked, her mouth forming an "O" shape:
The gun that had just fired a shot was disassembled into parts so quickly by Ning Yu?
"Xiaoyu, should I kill him?"
Shen Yiyue came to her senses and asked Ning Yu.
Ning Yu was playing with the bullets of the gun, feeling a familiar warmth after not touching the thing for a long time.
Without looking up, she said:
"No, keep him, he's useful."
"Huh?"
Shen Yiyue was a bit puzzled.
Ning Yu finally finished playing and quickly reassembled the gun, her movements flowing smoothly.
She gave Shen Yiyue a sly smile:
"Of course, it's for robbing the rich to help the poor."
"We're almost too poor to even cook rice."
Shen Yiyue nodded, roughly understanding what Ning Yu meant.
They had consumed some supplies these days and needed to replenish them, though they weren't quite at the point of not being able to cook rice.
After waiting for a while, Ning Yu stepped forward and slapped the man across the face.
"Smack!"
He didn't wake up, so Ning Yu added two more slaps, and the man finally woke up with a start.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the black muzzle of the gun pointing at him.
The seemingly harmless little loli was looking at him with a cold gaze.
The situation was clear; he quickly put on a flattering smile, ignoring the intense pain in his hand:
"Ah, little sister, it's all..."
Before he could finish, Ning Yu stepped on his mouth, and the dust from her shoe sole fell into his mouth, making him very uncomfortable.
"I ask, you answer."
Ning Yu's cold voice spoke, and the man shivered in fear, feeling that if he didn't cooperate, he would be shot.
He could only hurriedly nod, indicating his compliance.
He secretly feared that little lolis nowadays were so fierce?
"How many of you are there?"
Ning Yu asked the first question and lifted her foot.
"There... there are two more."
The man answered while gently spitting out the dust from his mouth, having swallowed quite a bit from that kick.
"What weapons do you have?"
"Just... just one gun, with me, they... they only have knives and steel pipes."
"Where are you? Lead the way for us."
Ning Yu kicked him again, signaling him to get up quickly.
The man realized the situation was dire; he had intended to rob these two girls' motorcycle but ended up being robbed himself. His heart was filled with bitterness.
He clutched his bleeding hand, showing a bitter expression:
"We... we don't have much... please let me go..."
"Bang!"
Ning Yu fired a shot next to his right ear, causing him to first lose his hearing and then suffer severe tinnitus.
He shivered in fright and then realized he was unharmed.
"Lead the way."
Ning Yu's cold voice made it clear she didn't want to repeat herself.
He had no choice but to get up, covered in dust.
Shen Yiyue had already retrieved the long knife she had kicked away and her backpack.
Ning Yu instructed Shen Yiyue to lock the motorcycle with the keys and prepare to head to the man's hideout for supplies.
"It's... it's upstairs, I'll take you there..."
The man no longer dared to resist and obediently said.
Behind him was Ning Yu with the gun and Shen Yiyue with the backpack, and the two began to converse about something.
"Xiaoyu, he said you have a small chest..."
"You're full of it, yours is too big, look at yourself."
"Ah, you're getting angry, you're getting angry... ah, it hurts, it hurts!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
