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!"
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.”
