Chapter 228: An Que: What Grudge, What Grievance?
Out of the dozen or so young ladies here, An Que recognized at least half of them. He had even tried to lure them into working for him. Over the past few days, aside from investigating Qian Mu, he had been trying to interact with these madwomen. Yet, despite all his efforts, not a single one agreed to join him.
What the hell was wrong with these guys? Who were they exactly? With so many individuals, each with different personalities, tempers, and abilities, the only thing they had in common was their utter contempt for him and the entire Gatekeeper bunch.
This contempt wasn’t even feigned; it was the real deal, deeply rooted.
He didn’t understand and was experiencing this feeling for the first time.
In the past, no matter where he went, at least those who didn’t know the Gatekeepers would still respect him as the chairman of the group, and those who did respect him as vice president.
In all these years, he had never been looked down upon.
But here he was, tripping over himself with these girls, and not just once. When he came here, he thought that no matter the outcome—capturing Qian Mu or taking him down—the first thing he’d do when he got back was to call on the Gatekeeper’s power to deal with this bunch of madwomen.
Now he finally understood why.
These guys were all in cahoots.
“What’s the matter? Afraid to come in?”
“Aren’t you after the Evil God embryo? Well, surprise! It’s right here. Bring out all that flair and courage you had before.”
One of the madwomen stepped boldly forward, looking at An Que as if he were a disgusting bug, filled with arrogance.
“Weren’t you planning to recruit us? If you don’t show a bit of strength, no one’s going to pay you any attention.”
“Why waste time talking to him? Just k*ll him already!”
Before An Que could even set foot inside, the mob of madwomen couldn’t hold back anymore and charged at him, showing no fear of An Que or the Gatekeepers behind him.
There was no effective way to deal with the Evil God, but these Gatekeepers? They were fair game.
“Go!” An Que stood at the center of the crowd, his lips barely parting to spit out one word.
There was no way he could retreat. If he dared to back off, these madwomen would take the opportunity to ambush the remaining Gatekeepers from behind. Then, stuck between the Ghost Domain and these girls, the Gatekeepers would be toast.
The Gatekeepers, both in front and behind him, roared and charged in.
Some even had firearms in hand.
Then the madwomen showed them what “the kn*fe is quicker than the g*n within ten steps” truly meant, while still being just out of range of a gunshot beyond that distance.
It wasn’t that they were quicker than the bullets; they just predicted the moment before the Gatekeepers pulled the trigger and dodged! To the observers, it gave the impression that their reactions were faster than the bullets themselves.
Shouts turned to screams and pleas for mercy in less than two-and-a-half minutes.
The ground was strewn with shattered corpses, contrasting sharply with the beautiful young ladies who, drenched in bl**d, were still smiling.
An Que’s mindset began to subtly shift.
When he counted all the time he was alive—including the time he spent borrowing someone else’s body to revive—he had almost lived two hundred years, experiencing all kinds of storms and meeting all sorts of people.
Because of this, as he looked at these young ladies, he couldn’t help but wonder.
Is there really someone out there who enjoys the act of killing?
In movies, sure, you see that kind of character, but in reality, An Que would bet his last dime that no such person exists.
The act of killing is filled with oppression and tension. By the end, one wouldn’t savor it but rather become numb, especially when it involves m*rder.
Those pleasure-seeking murderers? They could never reach that so-called ‘enjoyment’ level; they simply didn’t have the capacity for it.
But now, he saw it.
Not just one, but a whole bunch!
What on earth had these people gone through to enjoy battle and bloodshed like this?
The beads in his palm began to feel slippery, a result of sweat forming in his palms.
With a tight grip causing the beads to creak under pressure, An Que frowned, beads of sweat visibly forming on his forehead and temples.
A little over ten minutes ago, he had been pondering one question.
Twenty-five people had entered this abandoned factory. Even if they were twenty-five pigs, there was no way they could all be killed in under two and a half minutes!
Now, the scene unfolding before him answered that question, revealing the truth.
“An Chairman, are you getting scared?” Qian Mu replied, stomping as if squashing a watermelon. The ground beneath her exploded, her foot caked in weird debris as she looked up at An Que.
“Don’t worry, we’re just small fry for now.”
“Our boss wants to talk to you, so we hope you’ll cooperate with her.”
Having wiped out all the Gatekeepers, twelve beautiful young ladies spread out to either side.
Bai Yu, controlling the body of the Dragon Lady, stepped forward slowly with a kn*fe in hand. Under the moonlight, the Dragon Lady’s suit of black dragon scales shimmered with a faint metallic luster. The obsidian-like texture was impeccable, layered and spiked, presenting a terrifying yet elegant appearance without making her look bulky.
Once transformed into Dragon form, the Dragon Lady’s height increased slightly, perfecting her body proportions, especially with the scales outlining her beautiful curves.
Of course, overall, her appearance wouldn’t be seen as particularly enchanting. Instead, she gave a cold impression, almost like a battle machine. If someone found her appearance alluring, they must be truly hopeless—assuming she didn’t shed Bai Yu’s bl**d-thread armor.
Similarly, the pair of dragon wings on her back and the stout dragon tail were born purely for combat. The wings served as shields, while the tail worked as a weapon. Even her dragon horns were sharp, resembling two black hooked blades.
The dragon scale facial armor mainly concealed the lower half of her face, her black-and-red dragon eyes calmly locking onto An Que’s face.
This dragon-girl visage instantly reminded An Que of Qian Mu.
He even started thinking that these madwomen were likely all devoted followers of Qian Mu.
No, wait.
An Que furrowed his brow and looked back at Qian Mu in the factory, still hammering away at desires, confirming he wasn’t mistaken. His heart sank completely.
This Dragon person wasn’t Qian Mu!
“You’re An Que?”
Bai Yu’s finger twitched, unbinding the bl**d threads that had bound An Que’s feet. She coldly said, “You just need to know you have something I want.”
She raised her hand, and behind her came a clear shout, followed by a sweet scent wafting by. Suddenly, An Que found himself pinned to the ground by Chen Yunshi, a punch smashing into his nose, the crisp sound of bone breaking sending shockwaves of pain through him.
An Que was momentarily stunned, his vision spinning.
When he regained his composure, he saw a mature woman with glasses straddling him, gripping his collar tightly as she slammed another punch into his face.
The beads fell from his hand, and as he reached for them, Bai Yu stomped down on his hand, pinning it to the ground.
The agonizing pain surged to his brain, accompanied by the suffering in his face; An Que’s face was a mess, bl**d everywhere. He felt like his last remaining sanity was about to shatter, letting out a wail akin to a slaughtered pig.
“Turns out you can feel pain too,” Bai Yu murmured, lifting her foot. An Que’s palm was pinned to the ground by three sharp bl**d threads, along with those beads.
“How did you do that?”
The two red-clad spirits summoned back by the beads appeared beside Bai Yu.
An Que still hoped these two might save him, only to see them swept aside by Bai Yu’s bl**d threads, tossed into the fierce brawl between the Gatekeepers and the Ghost Domain.
The gap in strength was just too massive.
“Let me go, and I’ll tell you!”
An Que shouted; one of his eyes had been smashed by Chen Yunshi. This girl must really hate him!
He felt Chen Yunshi was on top of him, skinning him alive.
No, it wasn’t just a feeling; she was already starting to do it!
Her fingernails, sharpened like blades, dug into his face with an iron grip, bl**d gushing out everywhere. Chen Yunshi’s face, which was so beautiful, now displayed a sinister grin that would scare anyone.
An Que was genuinely panicking, his legs flailing against the bl**d threads binding him, one hand stabbed through, the other tightly tied.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to fight back. His hand-to-hand skills were strong; he could easily take on ten full-grown men, and even a world champion wouldn’t stand a chance against him if they attacked simultaneously.
But what was the point? No matter how much strength he had, he couldn’t break free from these bl**d threads.
This d*mn madwoman was trying to literally peel his face off!?
What on earth was her grudge against him?!
She hadn’t said a single word throughout, was she totally nuts?
“Go, k*ll as many as you can,” Bai Yu ordered, glancing at the madwomen.
These girls were far more capable than she’d imagined. The chaotic battle hadn’t even required her input; leaving it to them was just fine.
Of course, she had to join in, to maximize the efficiency of the slaughter.
“Alright then, boss’s orders, let’s move!”
The band of madwomen charged in, taking down the Gatekeepers who had tried to intervene, clearing a path for Bai Yu.
“Don’t k*ll them, but don’t let them escape either,” she added as a final warning before officially joining the fray.
Her participation constituted a nightmare for everyone, including those from the Ghost Domain.
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Sorry, I’m late! Just a minor hiccup.
Please send in those tickets, I’m begging here!
