After a casual glance at the crowd, Bai Ling calmly opened the car door and stepped out. That single move drew gasps from everyone outside:
"WOW! Such a stunning woman!"
*Clack—*
Her petite white high-heeled boots hit the road with a crisp sound, shimmering under the dusk. The exquisite nano-material shoes accentuated her slender legs.
Plus, her spotless white coat, curvaceous figure, flawless features, and a disdainful gaze that treated them like trash!
All these elements fused into a pure yet alluring white rose. One look had the men utterly spellbound.
"Is... is this your place? Are you Duan Heng?"
A lackey of Ba Ge asked eagerly. Bai Ling blinked, tilted her head, and replied with confusion:
"Nope, he’s in the car. Need him for something? ...Huh?"
Her gaze suddenly froze. Corpses littered the villa yard—their blood still wet, freshly dead. These guys must’ve drawn Zombies with their noise.
The villa walls were damaged. Dusty people dug pits nearby. Bai Ling instantly understood. She narrowed her eyes, cold contempt in her voice:
"Wait—you were trying to steal from my house?!"
Her icy tone was sweet yet provocative. Maybe the "Zhizhen Muti" effect made her too lewd. Probably...
Hearing this, Ba Ge—previously grimacing—calmed slightly. He clutched his severed right arm, sweating but forcing a smile as he stepped forward:
"Heh... cute sister, you must be Duan Heng’s girlfriend. Hand over the room key!"
"Hah? Why?"
Bai Ling warily leaned against the car, wondering why Duan Heng hadn’t emerged.
Unseen by her, Duan Heng watched from the driver’s seat, chin propped on his hand, admiring her figure:
*‘Bai Ling’s great with Zombies, but humans? Too green. Did my training work?’*
*‘Perfect test—how she handles scum alone. I’ll stay put~’*
A playful smirk curled his lips; anticipation gleamed in his eyes.
Outside, Ba Ge’s men surrounded Bai Ling and the car. They leered, licking lips with vulgar grins:
"Little beauty, your skin’s so fair~"
"Duan Heng’s lover? A total bombshell! Can I have her? I’m itching!"
"Relax, sweetie—we’ll just kill your boyfriend, then take you and this house! Scream if scared. He’s too chicken to show up! Hahahaha—"
They laughed brazenly. Unlike worker Liu Ming, these thugs had zero limits—every word filthy, obscene.
Their crude laughter made Bai Ling uneasy, stirring guilt. Her gaze turned glacial. She gripped her knife hilt, teeth gritted:
"Watch your mouths. One more word, and I’ll act..."
"Act? Come on!"
The oblivious thugs sensed no threat. One spread his arms, grinning lewdly:
"Hit me here, beauty!"
"Kill him! We’ll give you candy!"
"Feisty little thing, huh? Hahaha!"
Jeers swelled. No one took her seriously. Survivors were mostly level 3-6; gender combat gaps still huge.
Bai Ling stood under 1.7 meters post-transformation—this cute girl hardly looked like a Zombie-slayer.
"Stubborn, confident little beauty..."
At the peak of laughter, silent Ba Ge stepped forward, smirking crookedly:
"Admit it—your hubby’s safe house is solid. Stay inside, and we’d be stuck..."
"But luck’s against you! I caught you returning—my arm’s ruined thanks to him. I’ll take it out on you! Hand over the key now, or I’ll get rough!"
His voice boomed, deafening. Fury burned in his scarred, towering frame—pure terror just standing there.
Bai Ling’s eyes turned emotionless. Her voice dropped, icy:
"Pointless to give you chances..."
"Fine! Act then!"
Ba Ge grinned boastfully, even cruder than his men, shouting:
"Feisty! Let’s see if your temper beats my di—"
*Whoosh—*
In a blink!
Thugs saw only a white flash!
Ba Ge’s filthy words choked off—blood sprayed as his arm severed cleanly at the shoulder!
"Ah! AH!"
Screaming, he stumbled back, staring at his missing limb.
Others panicked, drawing weapons. But Bai Ling darted like a ghost—blade flashing. Five men fell instantly, bodies split open.
"Guns! Her level’s higher than Boss Chen Che’s!"
A thug shrieked, terror in his eyes.
As he fumbled his pistol, Bai Ling’s leg snapped up impossibly high—
*Crack—*
Her boot sole shattered his jaw!
White coat fluttering, she watched the bloodied thug fly out of the compound, dead in the street.
Two idiots fumbled police pistols, forgetting to load them. The white shadow struck—a cold flash. They collapsed, torsos severed, blood spurting from waists.
"DEVIL! SHE’S A DEVIL!"
Ba Ge wailed from the ground, arrogance gone. He barked like a terrified dog:
"No! Don’t come closer! Don’t kill me!"
"Boss Chen Che ordered it! We just followed—"
*Crunch—*
"AAAAAAH—"
Bai Ling’s heel crushed his groin. His face purpled instantly—agony shattered his mind. Armless, he couldn’t fight.
All his men lay dead. Her blade pressed his throat, three centimeters from his Adam’s apple:
"Who let you humiliate me before Duan Heng? Begging for death?"
She glared like a ruthless assassin, zero mercy.
Ba Ge couldn’t hear—pain from broken arms and crushed groin pushed him to collapse. Drooling, eyes wide, he begged:
"Don’t kill me! I’ll leave! I was confused—I’ll never return!"
His plea reeked of fear and desperate survival, almost sobbing.
Past-life Bai Ling might’ve pitied him.
But now...
*Whoosh—*
White flash—head flew off!
Blood splattered as Ba Ge’s corpse slumped. Duan Heng’s lessons had frozen her heart. Malicious males got no mercy—just one slash.
"Trash. Scum like you dared touch me?"
She muttered coldly. A blush spread; a sickly smile formed:
*‘Duan Heng’s watching. Gotta perform... Die, filth! No stinking man touches me!’*
She lifted her boot—sole coated in sticky blood and fluids. She wrinkled her nose:
*‘Damn it, ruined shoes...’*
"Bai Ling, well done."
Duan Heng emerged, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. He nuzzled her cheek, satisfied:
"Their levels matched yours. You killed them all in seconds. Excellent."
"Hehe, of course~"
Bai Ling squinted, turning with a proud grin. Her blush deepened—forgetting her earlier thoughts.
Amidst corpses, dusty students gaped. One boy recognized their faces, blurting:
"Wait? So Senior Duan Heng was really in that car?"
"—"
"Huh??"
