Chapter 121 The Singer, Oh, Singer 54

"It's almost over."

Zhang Minxian paused while pulling together her clothes, which had been torn into rags.

"What?"

She suspected she had misheard.

"This instance will end today or tomorrow. I am not at Building 40 right now. Go home, change your clothes, and then come meet me at the supermarket entrance."

"Oh, oh, oh, okay, okay..."

Zhang Minxian was still a bit dazed.

It's ending already?

instance? Hmm? Ending?

This is only the third day since the instance started, right?

Miss Lin's progress is this fast?

My master is this capable?

So generous, so smart, so wealthy, so beau... so robust. That brat really got lucky to be born so well in this life!

Although it was a compliment filled with great admiration, Zhang Minxian, who had always believed that telling too many lies would result in being struck by lightning, still rationally swallowed the words that didn't fit Lin Xiangjun's personal state.

On the other side.

Lin Xiangjun stood at the entrance, ate two steamed buns, and then clapped her hands before heading to the supermarket.

Zhang Minxian had changed her clothes and was standing at the supermarket entrance. She was still wearing all black. She didn't look like she had any injuries, and her complexion was the usual puffy, pale white, making it hard to tell if she was looking well or not.

"Miss Lin..."

Lin Xiangjun gave a slight nod, released Patrick Star first, and then looked at Zhang Minxian and said, "Let's go."

Perhaps her brain had been damaged from entering the instance, but Zhang Minxian detected a hint of murderous intent to fight in that "Let's go."

She looked down again.

Well, she was already holding a knife in her hand.

She was clearly heading there to fight.

Zhang Minxian shuddered, her mind suddenly jolted to alertness.

Seeing Lin Xiangjun already rushing into the supermarket with the knife, she sensibly grabbed Patrick Star and rushed in too: "If Miss Lin gets ready to fight in a moment, you go over and pin down that Supermarket Owner so he can't struggle and run away."

Patrick Star slowly nodded its pointed head.

...

As soon as they entered, the Supermarket Owner was still sitting behind his seat playing games just like last time. Seeing Lin Xiangjun walk in, he greeted her without much enthusiasm.

"Welcome—Xiao Lin, what are you buying today?"

Without saying a word, Lin Xiangjun rushed forward in one stride. She grabbed the Supermarket Owner by the collar with her left hand and slammed him backward—

The Supermarket Owner was still holding his phone, and the scene before his eyes suddenly did a 180-degree turn.

Before he could even cry out, his back had already slammed heavily onto the ground. A wave of intense pain suddenly overwhelmed his consciousness, and his vision started to go black in flashes.

Before the Supermarket Owner could recover, another suffocating sensation made it impossible for him to catch his breath.

He instinctively reached out his hands and lifted his legs, trying to struggle, but the person on top of him was as heavy as a mountain. His struggling for half a day was not only completely ineffective, but it also consumed the little oxygen left in his lungs.

"You'd better be honest and stay still. I'll ask you a few questions, and I'll let you go when I'm done. But if you keep struggling, it's not guaranteed that you'll be able to keep your arms and legs."

Lin Xiangjun's voice was hard and cold, like steel bars.

Unable to struggle, his vision still flashing black, and unable to even shout, the Supermarket Owner, despite his unwillingness, could only stop struggling and nod weakly to indicate that he wouldn't move around.

"Zhang Minxian, you and Patrick Star lock the supermarket door, search the entire supermarket, and see if there are any secret rooms, basements, or similar places, and report them all to me."

"Okay!" Zhang Minxian replied, and nimbly ran to close the door.

Lin Xiangjun had originally been locking the Supermarket Owner's throat with her right lower leg. Seeing that his face had turned red and was faintly showing signs of turning purple, she appropriately lightened her force a bit, so she wouldn't lose him before finding out anything.

As oxygen flooded back into his nearly shriveled lungs, the Supermarket Owner first coughed violently a few times, and then took large, greedy breaths.

"Bang."

The sound of the door closing made the Supermarket Owner's coughing stop for a moment.

Zhang Minxian was still happily shouting in a low voice from the side: "Miss Lin, the front door is locked! I'm going to check the back!"

As blood flow to his head recovered, he could see Lin Xiangjun pressing down on him. Perhaps because he was looking up at her from below, her expression was icy and carried a ferocity he had never noticed before.

The calf muscle pressing against his chest was tense, like steel and iron, hard and heavy.

His two hands were still being held by Lin Xiangjun. During the struggle, her sleeve had moved up a bit, revealing her lean forearm with distinct muscle lines. The strength in her hands was also surprisingly great; the Supermarket Owner had only struggled slightly, and she had suddenly applied force, hurting him so much that his face twisted, and he felt like his arm would break the next second.

He cursed himself inwardly for misjudging her. The little girl who originally looked shy and timid with no real skills, just a bit of cleverness, was actually a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"Xiao Lin! Beauty! Beauty! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Ah, damn, just ask whatever you want to ask, I will definitely tell you everything I know. Hiss—take it easy, take it easy! Beauty, don't be nervous. In my current state, it's impossible for me to run away, right? You don't need to use so much force."

Lin Xiangjun didn't care at all what he said. She continued to use force as needed, ensuring he was lying on the ground without any resistance, and then asked in a cold voice:

"What is your name?"

"...Hou Yongcheng."

Surname Hou.

"What is Hou Pan to you? Son? Nephew?"

The person who had just vowed that he would tell her everything he knew started pretending to be deaf and dead upon hearing this question.

What did you say? I can't hear you.

Seeing his non-violent, non-cooperative, dead-dog attitude, Lin Xiangjun sneered and suddenly pulled his wrists in opposite directions—

"Snap, snap—"

"Ah—"

Two crisp sounds of bones breaking rang out along with his painful screams.

Lin Xiangjun quickly lifted the lower leg that had been pressing on his throat, and with some force, slammed her knee onto his mouth. Her kneecap and his teeth collided violently, making a faint sound.

She released his limp, broken arms, tore a large piece of fabric from his top, balled it up, and stuffed it into his mouth.

When she lifted her knee, some bloody foam was oozing from his mouth, and there was inexplicably a dark gap in his mouth.

It looked like a front tooth had fallen out.

Let it fall, let it fall, as long as he isn't dead.

She didn't have any rules about treating prisoners well here.

After stuffing the cloth ball tightly into Hou Yongcheng's mouth to ensure he wouldn't make any loud noises again, Lin Xiangjun stretched her wrists. In his terrified gaze, her fists rained down like a storm.

She knew what she was doing, her force was measured, keeping it at a critical point where it hurt like hell but wouldn't actually kill him, picking non-lethal bones—for example, the femur, kneecap, ulna, radius, toe bones, and so on—to break a few.

The victim's struggling and whimpering never stopped, the cloth ball in his mouth making muffled noises, until Lin Xiangjun was tired. She then casually stabbed her sharp knife into his thigh and twisted it twice, before pulling a master chair out of her pocket.