Chapter 11 – Ironclad Conclusion (Seven)
Jiang Pengji had absolutely no awareness of the live stream, especially after the system’s earlier flattery—it only made her feel more nauseous.
To her, this so-called live streaming was merely a hassle imposed on her by the system; the real authority was still in her hands.
The live stream was just running there; if someone came to watch, great! If not, whatever!
After being the uncompromising commander of the Seventh Legion, how could she possibly go against her will and beg for tips?
Ha ha… What system? Just roll over and chill out.
The body of Liu Lanting might be young, but the strength Jiang Pengji exhibited was nothing short of astounding.
In just a moment, she had taken down another bandit and swiftly dealt with the aftermath.
The splattering blood was no small matter, easily making a sound; one slip-up would reveal her location. Plus, with so much blood, the stench would linger heavily in the air, making it hard to clean up quickly. If she attracted more bandits, all her efforts would be in vain.
Calmly thinking, Jiang Pengji quickly tied off the cloth strips and hid the bandit’s corpse in the shadows.
She had ripped her outer cloak into strips early on, just for this moment.
Soon, apart from the bandit she had taken down, very few remained.
Casting a cold glance at the sparse candlelight in the bandit stronghold, Jiang Pengji’s full lips curled into a smile—a grin drenched in bloodlust.
Under the moonlight, her bloodied dagger exuded a chill, the faint scent of blood lingering around.
Just like Jiang Pengji, who wore a blue robe, the more gentle and harmless demeanor of Liu Lanting’s body now made her seem like a harbinger of death.
The system awkwardly laughed, “…Host… what were you doing before?”
With such combat prowess, she should be paired with a world-conquering system, ascending to the peak of life in no time.
“I thought you knew everything… As for me, my previous profession—naturally, it was a professional life-claimer!”
At these words, both the terrified yet unable to look away Stowaway Non-Money and the system felt a chill run down their spines.
With a creak, Jiang Pengji pushed open the slightly ajar door with one hand.
The stench of blood hit her like a wave as she entered the room, filled with bodies sprawled about in disarray.
Without a glance, she stepped over an arm severed at the elbow, her shoes soaking up the still-warm blood.
As she walked in step by step, leaving a trail of consistent bloody footprints, she mused, “Looks like you guys are even dumber than I imagined.”
Inside, the bandits, nearly fighting to their last breath, slumped over tables or chairs in a sorry state, with a few of the leaders still alive.
When the large knife in her hand was raised, the raging emotions overwhelmed their brains, and the slaughter just wouldn’t stop.
The Fourth-in-command went wild, angered to the point he wanted to chop anyone who had ever humiliated him, while the Second-in-command took a hands-off approach, causing others to want to intervene.
Later, carelessly inflicting injuries on one another, the previously calm ones flared up as old scandals were revealed, dragging the Second-in-command down, too.
In the end, it was just as Jiang Pengji saw.
Everyone had lost the will to fight, alert for sudden attacks while gasping to catch their breath.
When the door swung open, the cold night wind rushed in, jolting everyone awake, and the frenzied, furious mood cooled significantly.
Expecting it to be the Big Boss, they instead heard Jiang Pengji’s voice.
They all turned around, faces pale as ghosts.
With just her words and a glance around, they suddenly realized how they’d been played.
The bandit leader, leaning against a chair, widened his eyes in fury, ready to spring into action. “You, you… venomous wretch!”
“Impertinence!”
With that, Jiang Pengji swiftly dispatched him with a knife, twisting her wrist just so, the dagger flying straight into another bandit attempting to cry for help, embedding itself in his neck and pinning him to the wooden pillar behind.
Even the intact bandits were no match for her, let alone the few clinging to life.
Jiang Pengji looked at the only two survivors in the room, who were already scared out of their wits, crying and shaking their heads as they crawled backward.
Overwhelmed by fear, one lost control, warm urine staining his pants and leaving a damp streak on the floor.
“Don’t… please… don’t kill me… I don’t want to die… I really don’t want to die… I was wrong… please…”
With a wretched wail, that bandit felt Jiang Pengji was like a grim reaper, chasing him down for his life.
“Apologizing? What good is that?” Jiang Pengji smirked coldly, “The power in my hands isn’t for you to play the blame game.”
This time, she didn’t use her dagger; instead, she clenched the bandit’s neck one-handed and lifted him up, her finger applying just enough force to snap his neck.
Watchin’ the light fade from his eyes, nearly bulging from their sockets, blood oozing from every orifice in a pitiful expression, Jiang Pengji snorted coldly, then seated herself on the main throne of the bandits’ hall. Meanwhile, the viewers and the system, who had been watching closely, were too scared to say a word.
Three… two… one!
Silently counting in her heart, the heavy, chaotic footsteps grew closer; the bandit leader burst in, frozen in place by the sight of the room full of corpses.
Meeting Jiang Pengji’s indifferent gaze, she played with her dagger, half-reclining on the throne draped in animal hides.
“Do you know what I hate the most? Rapists and pillagers! If you fall into my hands, you had better be ready for this reality.”
“You—” The bandit leader stared in disbelief at the room full of bodies, particularly at the tragic, unseeing faces of several, his entire being feeling like it was struck by a hammer, forcing him to take a few steps back. “You… are you lying to me?”
Tsk, that sounded like something a romance drama heroine would say after realizing she’d been conned by a scumbag; her brain took ages to reboot before she finally got the hint.
Jiang Pengji merely smiled in silence, while the bandit leader’s scrambled mind swiftly restarted.
With a whoosh, he drew the knife from his waist, his solid muscles bulging, veins popping out on his face, evidently furious to the extreme.
The world before him turned crimson; killing Jiang Pengji was not enough to vent his rage.
“Brains are a good thing; I hope you have some in your next life.”
Jiang Pengji effortlessly dodged him, the blue corners of her robe fluttering like a dance, an inexplicable beauty emanating from her every move.
With a swift elbow strike to his soft spot, the bandit leader instantly felt half of his body going numb and devoid of sensation.
And then, silence reigned, broken only by the dull thuds of strikes, accompanied by the sharp cracks of bones snapping.
Afterwards, Jiang Pengji appeared clear-headed and carefree, stepping onto the bandit leader’s chest, looking down from above, “Now lie down—”
That bandit leader desperately tried to lift his head, blood surging from his throat, staining half his face red.
He still couldn’t make sense of why he had fallen for this trick.
How did she know about Mo Niang?
Even if he was to die, he had to understand!
