45: Chapter 45 "I want to live with you!"

Bang!

A cold, powerful jet of water slammed directly into Li Hongda's throat.

"Cough—ugh!"

Li Hongda was nearly suffocated by the high-pressure water stream.

He woke up, his whole body convulsing.

His vision gradually focused from a blur, and the blinding shadowless lamp was overhead.

He tried to lift his hands to wipe the water off his face, only to find his arms tightly secured to the metal armrests with restraints.

His legs were equally immobilized.

A makeshift bandage was wrapped around his left knee.

This was a cold medical operating chair.

"Awake."

A cold, clear voice echoed in the empty basement.

Li Hongda was just about to scream for mercy when he realized it was Wang Ya standing in front of him.

She seemed to be holding something, but the light was too dazzling for Li Hongda to see clearly.

Lin Motong was sitting on a metal stool to the side.

Li Hongda's fear was instantly replaced by rage.

"You stinking bitch! Are you fucking crazy?!"

Li Hongda struggled wildly, causing the operating chair to clatter loudly.

"You dare to tie me up? Do you believe I'll skin you alive when I get back?!"

Wang Ya trembled all over.

Her breathing became rapid, her face turned pale, and she involuntarily took half a step back.

"Joining forces with outsiders to mess with me?"

Seeing this, Li Hongda's arrogance grew even more, spit flying everywhere.

"Do you believe I'll sell both you mother and daughter to a brothel!"

"Untie me right now!"

Just then.

Lin Motong jumped down from the stool.

The girl glanced at the bone saw on the table, seemingly finding it too heavy.

She stretched out her slender fingers and snatched the tactical dagger from her mother's violently trembling hand.

She didn't look at Wang Ya, but walked straight to Li Hongda.

In those pitch-black eyes, there was no emotional fluctuation.

"Lin Motong! What are you doing?!" A sense of fear arose in Li Hongda's heart for no reason.

"A brothel?" Lin Motong said softly.

Before the words had faded.

The girl gripped the hilt, and without a moment's hesitation, swung her arm down violently.

Squelch!

The sharp dagger plunged straight into Li Hongda's right thigh.

"Ah—!!!" Li Hongda's eyes bulged instantly, and he let out a shrill, pig-like scream.

Lin Motong was expressionless as she pulled out the dagger.

It brought up a spray of warm blood, which splattered onto her fair cheeks.

She swung down again.

Squelch!

It pierced into his left leg.

Pull out, then stab again.

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

The basement was filled only with the dull sounds of the blade piercing flesh and Li Hongda's distorted wails.

The fourteen-year-old girl was madly venting fourteen years of hellish life.

Li Hongda completely broke down.

He looked at the daughter before him, covered in blood and looking like a demon, his arrogance completely gone.

"Don't... don't stab anymore! Tongtong! I'm your dad! I was wrong!!"

Li Hongda was convulsing with pain.

"Wife, save me! Save me! I'll definitely treat you well from now on..."

Wang Ya stood there blankly.

Watching her daughter's blood-stained face, watching her turn into a demon to protect her.

The layer of shackles in Wang Ya's heart called "cowardice" shattered with a bang.

"Ah!"

Wang Ya let out a shrill scream and lunged forward.

She wrapped her hands around Lin Motong's hands that were holding the knife.

The mother and daughter's hands overlapped, and the tip of the blade pointed at Li Hongda's chest.

"Go to hell, you piece of trash."

Wang Ya gritted her teeth, a fierce glint erupting in her eyes.

The two of them combined their strength and pushed forward violently.

Squelch!

The tactical dagger sank completely into Li Hongda's heart.

Li Hongda's voice stopped abruptly.

A rattling sound like a bellows came from his throat, and his pupils gradually dilated.

The last sentence Li Hongda heard came from Wang Ya:

"She is called Lin Motong now, and Lin Yuan will take good care of us."

Wang Ya let go of her hands, her legs went weak, and she slumped into the pool of blood.

She took deep, heavy breaths, and then, a sense of relief washed over her entire body.

That nightmare was finally over.

The heavy soundproof door was pushed open.

Fat Dragon walked in with two subordinates.

He glanced at the miserably dead Li Hongda without even blinking.

"Leave the rest to us brothers to handle."

...

Cloud Top Palace, Villa No. 12, monitoring room.

Lin Yuan leaned back in his leather swivel chair, watching the entire process of the mother and daughter killing their enemy on the screen.

[Ding! Target Wang Ya (Beauty 88), Favorability +3%, Current Favorability: 53%.]

[Ding! Target Lin Motong, emotional fluctuation has reached the extreme!]

[Favorability critical hit +6%! Current Favorability: 24%!]

[Favorability has broken through the critical threshold, gaining 50% of the target's base attribute bonus! (Target Constitution: 8, Mental Energy: 30)]

[Host: Lin Yuan]

[Constitution: 30 (+4)]

[Mental Energy: 47 (+15)]

[Superpower: A-Rank [Dimensional Space] (Not Awakened) / S-Rank [Sky Torrent] (Not Awakened)]

Boom!

A cool energy exploded from between Lin Yuan's eyebrows, frantically washing through his mind.

Lin Yuan closed his eyes.

At this moment, the world became extremely clear.

He could even hear the sound of leather shoes rubbing against the floor as Fat Dragon dragged the corpse in the basement, through two thick soundproof walls.

Mental Energy: 30!

A fourteen-year-old girl, without awakening any Superpower, had a base Mental Energy attribute that reached a terrifying 30 points!

One must know, even that deceased ninja Chiba Rin only had 12 points in Mental Energy.

Lin Yuan curled his lips into a smile.

In his previous life, Lin Motong was able to command the Zombie Horde as if it were an extension of her own arm.

Everyone thought it was some kind of special Superpower.

Now it seems that it was simply this incredibly perverse initial Mental Energy that mutated after the Red Moon descended in the apocalypse!

And this doomsday nuclear weapon had now been branded with his, Lin Yuan's, mark.

...

Late at night.

Villa No. 12, master bedroom.

Lin Yuan had just finished showering and was sitting on the sofa in a black bathrobe.

The door lock made a very soft "click" sound.

Su Xiaonuan did not come in.

She played the role of "Head Housekeeper" very perceptively, leaving the battlefield of tonight to them.

The person who pushed the door open was Wang Ya, who had washed off the bloodstains.

Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and she was wearing an extremely bold, almost completely transparent black lace slip.

The clothing was slightly tight.

This was something Su Xiaonuan had specifically handed to her just a moment ago.

If it were before, Wang Ya would rather die than wear such undignified clothing.

But just now in the bathroom, she had stood in front of the mist-covered mirror for a full ten minutes.

The woman in the mirror had no tears in her eyes.

That cowardly woman named Wang Ya had already died in the basement along with Li Hongda.

She walked barefoot on the soft carpet to Lin Yuan.

"Mr. Lin..."

She pressed herself against him in an extremely awkward yet incredibly proactive posture.

...

Noon the next day.

Jiangcheng, Pizza Hut at MixC Mall.

Qin Yumo, following Lin Yuan's request, had come out to purchase some fitness equipment to put in Tiangong No. 1.

With this rare half-day of leisure, she called Tang Qiqi out.

After the two parted on bad terms that day, this "little girlfriend" had been frantically sending her messages for less than half a day.

Qin Yumo thought about it; some things needed to be made clear to her.

Sitting opposite, Tang Qiqi was wearing a pink Lolita dress and was angrily cutting her pizza with a knife and fork.

"Sister Yumo!"

Tang Qiqi stuffed a piece of cut pizza into her mouth and asked incoherently,

"What kind of spell have you fallen under?!"

"You actually hit me for that Great Demon King!"

The more Tang Qiqi spoke, the more aggrieved she felt, her eyes turning red.

In her perception, Qin Yumo should always be her domineering, protective "husband".

Qin Yumo put down her knife and fork.

She looked at the girl in front of her who was still living in a pink bubble, her expression extremely serious.

"Qiqi."

Qin Yumo's voice was low,

"If I hadn't slapped you first, you would already be a corpse right now."

She leaned forward slightly, staring into Tang Qiqi's eyes:

"That Great Demon King you speak of really kills people. And killing you would be as simple as crushing an ant."

Having gone through a week of hellish special training, Qin Yumo knew all too well how terrifying that man was.

This morning, she could feel that he had become even stronger, punching through a specially-made sandbag.

That was the reason for today's shopping spree.

Tang Qiqi was stunned for two seconds.

Then, she slammed the table.

Bang!

The crisp sound drew the attention of guests at several nearby tables.

"Killing people? Sister Yumo, have you been brainwashed by him?!"

Tang Qiqi retorted loudly,

"This is a society ruled by law! Does he think he can cover the sky with one hand just because he has some filthy money?"

"You must have been threatened by him with some video or nude photos, right?!"

Tang Qiqi instantly imagined a cliché drama of a "domineering evil young master forcing a common woman."

She looked at Qin Yumo's cold face, and her desire to protect exploded.

"I absolutely cannot let you suffer grievances in that demon's den all by yourself!"

Tang Qiqi slapped the table with both hands, stood up, and announced loudly.

"I'm moving in with you!"