Chapter 35: Hound, Damn You!

“What’s wrong? Weren’t you so brave just now?”

Yang Liuqing pointed her sword at Scar, a smile curling at the corner of her mouth.

After a round of battle, her strength had risen with the tide, and confidence followed.

“Xiao Qingqing is about to float away,”

Ke Li said with a grin.

“Not quite. Master is just recognizing her true strength through the fight with that opponent,”

Ke Ling said, not thinking she was getting cocky.

This was just the right amount of confidence.

Scar was running out of options.

He had fought for his life his whole life—was he really going to fall today to some brat whose hair hadn’t even grown in?

He couldn’t accept it. Not at all.

The girl didn’t even give him a chance to surrender.

The moment she finished speaking, she shot toward him.

The office was big, but it was still surrounded by four walls.

There was nowhere to retreat.

The only exit just happened to lie on Yang Liuqing’s attack path.

That meant if he wanted to run, he had to get past her first.

Even if he somehow managed to escape the office, the fatal weak point on his back would be exposed.

Unless he could fly, he would definitely be cut down with one sword strike.

This feeling of having no road to heaven and no door to earth—Scar hadn’t experienced it in a long time.

He hated it just as much as ever.

Even loathed it.

It was the mud pit he had barely crawled out of.

And now, he was about to fall back in.

“Yaaahhh!”

He roared with bitter rage, raised both hands, and fired off a Black Flash.

Yang Liuqing’s eyes sharpened.

She activated Hound Body Movement and narrowly dodged.

Then she swung her sword at those black substances that had been shot out.

A strange sight appeared.

The sword landed on them but couldn’t cut through.

Those black substances visibly twisted, as if she were striking something soft and tough.

This discovery made her realize something was wrong.

“You fell for it! This is my real attack path!”

Scar’s face twisted viciously.

The Black Flash he had just shot out actually curved back and stabbed straight toward Yang Liuqing’s back.

Ke Ling and Ke Li were a little worried but stayed put.

Sensing the sharp aura coming from behind, Yang Liuqing spun around rapidly and swept her greatsword.

A sound like metal clashing rang out on the spot.

The black substances that had been so soft just now were now like refined steel.

So he could control the hardness and softness of the black substances to attack.

If she wasn’t careful, she could easily capsize in a ditch.

Yang Liuqing blocked eight of them, but two grazed her arm, tearing her tracksuit and nearly cutting her fair, delicate skin.

“Damn it, this is my brand-new clothes!”

She didn’t feel any fear at all.

Instead, anger surged.

Like someone smashing her beloved toy to pieces.

Scar retracted the Black Flash, his expression regretful with a hint of shock.

Little sis, your focus is really weird!

It’s just a piece of clothing!

He didn’t know that Yang Liuqing had rarely worn new clothes growing up—mostly school uniforms and hand-me-downs from relatives’ kids that were too small.

Only after she entered society did she have money to buy new clothes herself.

Not every piece had a special meaning.

But this one was different. She used it as a battle robe.

If a true expert had torn it, she would have accepted it.

But having it torn by someone on Scar’s level only made her feel regret and anger.

“Uncle, people don’t only die when they’re old.”

She gripped the sword hilt, more serious than ever before.

“I don’t give a damn about that. Die for me!”

Scar threw all caution aside, shooting out Black Flash that rapidly changed trajectory in the air.

Since the girl was pressing so hard, he had no choice but to jump over the wall like a desperate dog.

Yang Liuqing crouched down, letting the Black Flash come at her from all directions.

Just as it seemed her body would be pierced, the expected change didn’t come.

The ten Black Flashes pierced through her body in an instant.

Delight appeared on Scar’s face.

But the next second, his pupils shook violently.

Because he realized that the Black Flash had only passed through an afterimage.

“When people are killed, they also die.”

At the same time, a familiar voice spoke from his right.

“Damn it!”

Scar roared, bitterly cursing Chise Liequan in his heart.

This Hound Body Movement was disgustingly annoying!

Bang!!

Yang Liuqing slammed her sword onto his head—more precisely, she struck his bald head with the flat of the blade.

Scar’s mind shook, and his consciousness quickly faded.

Just before he was about to sink completely into darkness, his mouth opened and closed a few times.

As if he were saying, ‘Since when is this the back of the sword?’

“Sorry, I misspoke. People can die at any time.”

Yang Liuqing looked at Scar, now collapsed on the floor and completely unconscious, and spoke lightly.

From a very young age, she had understood one thing.

Youth and death could be defined however people wanted.

If you died at thirty-five, the people around you would feel sorry for you.

‘So young, left too soon.’

But if you were still at your post at thirty-five, people would complain you were old.

‘Time to make way for cheaper young workhorses.’

By the time you finally managed to retire, people would say, ‘Sixty is the best time to fight.’

‘Sixty? That’s young.’

No matter how it was defined, a person only had one life.

Live your own life well, and let others talk.

“Xiao Qingqing, why didn’t you just cut his head off?”

Ke Li floated over, her tone carrying a hint of reproach.

At a time like this, you’re still showing mercy.

“Master must have a reason for doing this,”

Ke Ling said as she landed lightly, seemingly on Yang Liuqing’s side, but actually waiting for an explanation.

“Ke Li, don’t go on about cutting heads and killing people all day. A person can only be squeezed for more surplus value if they’re alive.”

Yang Liuqing put away her Huayue Zimu Sword and spoke calmly.

“Wah, Xiao Qingqing, your heartless capitalist tone is really grossy-gross,”

Ke Li said with reduplication.

“Most digital products nowadays have fingerprint recognition, facial recognition, iris recognition, and so on.

If he dies, some of those methods won’t work anymore.”

Yang Liuqing picked up the phone from the floor as she explained.

“The enemy is hidden and I’m exposed—that’s a real disadvantage in the long run.

So why don’t we turn the tables?”

“Master is very clever,”

Ke Ling said, clapping in encouragement.

“Makes sense. Xiao Qingqing has grown up. Big sister is very pleased~”

Ke Li puffed out her chest, looking smug.

“Cut it out, you little brat.”

Yang Liuqing shot her a look.

Then she turned her gaze to the phone with a slightly cracked screen.

She pressed the side button lightly. The screen lit up, so it wasn’t broken.

“Ke Ling, Ke Li, can you help me prop open his eyes and make him look like he’s still conscious?”

“No problem, leave it to us!”

Ke Li agreed cheerfully.

The two little ones worked together to prop the unconscious Scar against the wall, pulling open his closed eyes and adjusting his expression slightly.

“Master, is this okay?”

“Hmm, it should do. Modern facial recognition is pretty easy to fool.”

Yang Liuqing moved closer, turned the screen back on, and aimed the front camera at Scar’s face.

A click sound effect played, and the screen unlocked automatically.

“Hopefully there’s intel I want.”

Swiping the screen, Yang Liuqing’s expression gradually turned serious.

For a local boss like Scar, his information channels were far beyond ordinary people.

She had spared his life so she could see the enemies lurking in the dark.