Qi Xu knew exactly what these people’s looks meant.
“Holy shit, you came down alone? Hahaha, and just a woman? You’re the ‘Invincible Black Whirlwind’? You kidding me?”
The one who stepped forward first to speak was undoubtedly C137 Mighty Ox. His tone, his swaggering attitude—it was exactly the same as in the chat lobby, brimming with personality.
Qi Xu tightened her grip on the blade in her hand. “Are you coming at me alone, or are you all jumping in together?”
There were fourteen people in front of her—eleven men and three women—each armed, some even holding guns.
So when they heard Qi Xu’s words, they were stunned.
“Little girl, let me give you some advice. Apologize nicely now, and we can talk about compensation. You might even keep your life. Otherwise, just wait and see. I can’t promise what I’ll do when I’m angry, mmm~”
The man beside C137 Mighty Ox spoke with a lewd grin, even loosening his belt for emphasis.
Qi Xu was disgusted. She had originally thought killing all of them would be too much—she wasn’t some bloodthirsty maniac.
But now she understood. Birds of a feather flock together. She was here to establish dominance, and a few more corpses wouldn’t make a difference.
In an instant, she lunged forward, her blade slicing through the neck of the man fiddling with his belt. Blood sprayed like a fountain as his head rolled to the ground like a severed watermelon, his neck spurting a crimson geyser.
Qi Xu’s eyes gleamed. This “custom-made” blade was perfect—so smooth, so effortless.
The sudden brutality shocked the group. C137 Mighty Ox reacted fastest, raising his gun and firing.
But Qi Xu had already locked onto him. The moment she decapitated the first man, she rolled forward, closing the distance in a flash. Not only did she dodge the barrage of bullets, she even gutted another enemy mid-movement.
Then, with a fluid twist, she drove half the blade’s length straight into C137 Mighty Ox’s chest. His eyes bulged wide—as if he couldn’t believe his life was ending like this.
When Qi Xu yanked the blade free, his pupils still held traces of terror and disbelief. His body remained frozen in a half-crouch before collapsing onto the asphalt with a wet thud, blood splattering.
The rest of the group, hastily assembled by C137 Mighty Ox, panicked.
A woman at the back shoved the man in front of her, sending him stumbling toward Qi Xu. Qi Xu obliged—no words, just steel.
The man’s plea for mercy died in his throat.
But Qi Xu avenged him anyway. After finishing him off, she sprinted after the woman who’d pushed him and cut her down too.
“Next.”
The tip of her blade dripped crimson. Qi Xu’s gaze burned like a poisoned dagger, her killing intent so thick it could suffocate.
Beneath her blood-soaked combat gear, her muscles coiled like a predator’s. No—to the onlookers, she was worse than a monster.
The remaining few exchanged glances, trembling. There was no escape. This woman was ruthless—men, women, the framed, the framers, even those who begged—none were spared.
So, in desperation, they rallied, gripping their weapons and charging together.
One even hurled a smoke grenade, but to Qi Xu, they moved in slow motion. She closed the distance before the smoke could bloom, plunging into their midst.
Weapons swung toward her head. They knew—fight now or die later.
They didn’t expect to kill this demon. Just wound her, buy time to flee.
But the “Invincible Black Whirlwind” crossed her twin blades in a flash of silver, severing every weapon in reach.
Shattered metal fragments sprayed across their faces. They couldn’t believe it. Were their weapons made of paper? Were they even playing the same game?
Amid the screams, Qi Xu moved like a wraith, cutting them down with brutal efficiency.
Even Little Seven and Sweet Girl, left behind in the car, could only watch through the windshield as their master painted the road red.
In all her time across both rounds of the game, Qi Xu had never slaughtered so many at once.
A faint unease lingered. Today’s conflict had been trivial—just C137 Mighty Ox running his mouth in the chat lobby.
These people had been ready to back down. A simple demand for compensation, a public apology, and they’d have caved.
But… if even one of them rose through luck or fate, they’d become endless trouble.
A second chance at the game was rare. Anyone who might block her path? Sorry.
After steadying her breath, Qi Xu turned toward Bian, staring into the camera with lethal intensity.
“Anyone else want to die? Hurry up. I’ll even provide the location cards for free.”
Bian clutched his pounding heart. Ahhh! My Whirlwind Boss is too damn cool! With a trembling finger, he stopped the recording.
Without hesitation, he uploaded the video to the chat lobby.
“That’s it. So badass. They brought this on themselves. If we’d slipped up even a little and fallen into their hands? A quick death would’ve been a mercy.”
Luo Xinpan, ever perceptive, noticed Qi Xu’s lingering frown and cut straight to the heart of it.
She was right. If they’d lost today, the horrors awaiting them at the enemy’s hands didn’t bear imagining.
Qi Xu took a deep breath, her mood lifting. She called out to Bian in the car, “Come on, let’s check the loot.”
“Hell yeah! Following Whirlwind Boss means feasting nine times a day! Even just filming from the sidelines gets us a cut.”
Bian bounced over and hugged Qi Xu. Feeling the warmth in her arms, Qi Xu’s last trace of discomfort faded.
She wasn’t alone anymore. She had a team. The stronger she was, the safer they’d be.
If more trouble came? Keep killing.
To reach the end of this road, hesitation wasn’t an option.
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