Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 694 Welcome to the Demon Team, Ming Yanwei (Part Two)
For some reason, when Ming Yanwei saw the other person, she felt a strange surge of rage and hatred.

This made no sense at all, because she didn't know this man at all.

Moreover, just a moment ago, wasn't she being kidnapped by the rookie from the Central Plains team and about to be killed by Kayako?

She seems to have missed a part of her memory of what happened afterward.

But she had only one feeling: this body was so weak, as if her soul had been stuffed into a prison.

She shouldn't be so fragile.

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Reinhard von Rogrims."

"This should have been the name of a unique heir to a European aristocratic family."

"But unfortunately it's not anymore, because I'm just a copy."

“We are all copies…” Reinhardt said in a friendly manner.

"Our team is the Demons."

“Beautiful lady, do not be afraid. Demons are only relative to our enemies.”

"But the team isn't strict, especially towards people who are useful to the team."

Reinhardt's eyes swept over Ming Yanwei from head to toe, as if he were looking at a fine work of art.

Behind him, there were also several greedy eyes.

Ming Yanwei is very familiar with this.

She has always been subjected to such gazes.

"I...I've been cloned?"

She looked up and saw a large sphere of light hanging in the dark void, with twenty doors standing around it.

Behind Reinhardt, seven or eight white men were watching him with malicious smiles.

In the corner was a man of Asian descent with a scar on his face.

...Zheng Zha!!

An ordinary-looking man wearing glasses was operating the computer, not even glancing at her.

Chu Xuan?!
Finally, an East Asian man stood in the middle of the square with a half-smile, but strangely, no one dared to approach him.

His appearance is somewhat similar to Zhao Yingkong's.

The Demons.
The Demons!
"Miss, may I ask your name?" Reinhardt reached out to help Ming Yanwei up.

But the next moment, Ming Yanwei rolled away to dodge, then leaped out and went straight through the nearest door.

"Stop her!" Reinhardt's expression changed drastically.

Just as Ming Yanwei was about to touch the door.

Snapped!
A tremendous force coming from the side violently threw her over.

"Captain, this girl is hot!" A rough voice rang out, and a burly man over two meters tall slammed Ming Yanwei to the ground.

His eyes were filled with excitement, as if he had spotted a nimble prey, and he reached out and pressed down on Ming Yanwei's head.

"Easy, easy."

"Don't be impulsive, girl."

Ming Yanwei felt as if her back was about to crack from the fall.

She tried to struggle, but the burly man behind her was like a mountain.

Damn!

Although it's unclear why she dislikes the Demons so much, it seems that her dislike is not unfounded.

This is a den of demons!
"interesting."

Reinhardt saw for the first time a woman who was completely immune to his charm.

He is a noble vampire with powerful charm; ordinary newcomers simply cannot resist his allure.

But in this woman's eyes, there was no amazement, no trust, no goodwill, only hostility.

Naked hostility.

"How could this be?" Reinhardt turned to the man with a scar on his face and asked.

"Zheng Zha, are all the people of Zhongzhou so fierce and unyielding?"

The scarred man did not respond.

"This is so boring." Reinhardt pointed, and two bloody holes burst open on Zheng Zha's body, but he still didn't utter a sound, like a dead dog that had lost all faith.

"Hahaha! Captain, stop wasting time with that meat target!"

The burly man on top of Ming Yanwei let out a rough laugh.

“No reaction at all, what’s the point of torturing her!” Another tall, thin man spat out his cigarette butt, his eyes fixed on Ming Yanwei in the corner, like a viper flicking its tongue.

"Let him be the bait in the next world."

"We should focus our energy on this girl."

"Look at that figure, much more attractive than that Asian woman from last time!"

"Adams, you're right."

The burly man grinned maliciously, and his large, fan-shaped hand, smelling of sweat and blood, reached out to pinch Ming Yanwei's face.

"You got to have that Asian girl last time, but this time I'll go first—"

His fingers had just touched Ming Yanwei's chin when they were gripped tightly by a hand.

Ming Yanwei's wrists were so thin that he could easily snap them in half, yet the strength in his fingertips was like steel needles embedded in her flesh.

"You're asking for death!" the burly man roared, about to unleash his power, when the next second—

boom!
The muffled sound was short, sharp, and vicious.

Ming Yanwei's knee struck precisely between his legs, her movement as swift as a spring that had been poised for a long time.

The burly man's laughter stopped abruptly, his face instantly turning a deep purplish-red. Like a monkey whose tail had been stepped on, he leaped half a foot into the air.

He clutched his groin tightly with both hands, his throat emitting a hissing sound, and the veins on his forehead bulged and twitched, turning blue and green in waves.

Ming Yanwei shook off his hand, ignoring the excruciating pain in her joints.

She forcibly twisted her joint, causing her shoulder to dislocate.

But she didn't care how similar they looked, and lunged at the alloy doorknob in the corner, her fingertips already touching the cold metal.

Just then, an invisible force suddenly grabbed her!

Ming Yanwei felt as if she had been thrown into solidified cement; she couldn't move her limbs or even lift her eyelids.

She remained gripping the door, her body stiff as a statue, only her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

"Tsk tsk, what's the rush?"

A soft, feminine voice rang in my ears, carrying the crispness unique to young people, yet shrouded in nauseating malice.

Out of the corner of her eye, Ming Yanwei caught sight of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old white boy walking around to her.

He was born with rosy lips and white teeth, and long, curled eyelashes, but his gray-blue pupils held a sinister look that was incongruous with his age.

"Want to go back to your room?" The boy stretched out his fair fingers and gently ran them across her sweat-dampened cheeks, his fingertips icy cold.

He leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her ear, his voice low and menacing, like a viper flicking its tongue.

"Don't rush... Once you've spent time with us, you'll have plenty of time to 'rest'."

The burly man finally recovered. He clutched his groin, staring intently at Ming Yanwei with bloodshot eyes, and let out a beastly growl.

The tall, thin man leaned against the iron frame, slowly and deliberately playing with a dagger, the light reflected from the blade flickering across Ming Yanwei's face.

"Although it was cool of you to kick Rorick in the balls."

“But you can’t afford his revenge. You’ll be begging us to kill you soon.”

Within the imprisoned body, anger churned like magma.

Ming Yanwei gritted her teeth and tasted the rusty, metallic taste of blood in her mouth.

She knew that begging for mercy was the most useless thing to do when faced with this trash.

"Tsk tsk, what a tough nut to crack," the tall, thin man chuckled.

“Rorik, your boastful muscles are too weak; you can’t even subdue a woman.”

The large white man, Rorick, felt the mocking looks directed at him from the others, and couldn't help but feel angry and embarrassed.

He strode up to Ming Yanwei and grabbed her clothes with both hands.

"You'll be begging for mercy in a minute!!"

"I promise!!"

With a "rip," Ming Yanwei's clothes were torn into strips.

Rorick had expected to see eyes filled with terror, fear, despair, and pleading.

but.

Although the Eastern woman was frozen in mid-air, her eyes held only a chilling killing intent.

That murderous intent made even Rorick, who had slaughtered countless people, tremble.

I instinctively took a step back, then felt ashamed that I had been frightened.

He swung his fist and smashed it towards Ming Yanwei's head: "How dare you look at me like that? I'm going to gouge your eyes out!"

The force of the punch brushed against Ming Yanwei's eyelashes, but there was no fear in her pupils.

Only coldness.

at this time--

boom!
A muffled thud followed.

Reinhardt's boots whistled through the air as he delivered a powerful kick to Rorik's side.

Rorik's massive body flew through the air like a burlap sack that had been kicked open.

"Idiot!" Reinhardt muttered under his breath.

He turned to look at Ming Yanwei, a look of great interest on his face.

Are you an assassin?

"Zhao Zhuikong, do you know her?"

"They are quick-witted, decisive, and even have amazing willpower."

"Such a pretty young lady, could she be from your Zhao family?"

Standing beneath the giant sphere of light, Zhao Zhuikong chuckled and shook his head: "I killed all the members of the Zhao family long ago."

"How could there be new people entering the Main God Space?"

“Is that so?” Reinhardt’s smile widened.

"Since you're not a member of the Zhao family, I don't need to give you any face."

His fingers traced a line across Ming Yanwei's face, leaving a trail of blood.

He leaned forward gently, stuck out his tongue and licked the blood, then closed his eyes, his face filled with ecstasy.

"Although she wasn't a virgin, her blood was still very sweet."

"Huh!" Reinhardt's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had spotted something interesting. "Look what I found!"

"You were actually gang-raped by more than a dozen men?" Reinhardt's eyes flashed with a wicked, scarlet light; he was becoming increasingly interested.

"So it's a bitch!!" The other white people also burst into laughter.

Only Zheng Zha slowly raised his head and glanced at Ming Yanwei as if nothing had happened.

But seeing Ming Yanwei's unmoved expression even after her inner darkness had been so thoroughly exposed, his pupils dilated slightly.

Chu Xuan paused his work for a moment for the first time, adjusting his glasses with a calm and unwavering expression in his eyes.

"Lynn, let her go," Reinhardt immediately said to the boy.

"Let her talk."

"Understood, boss." The young man nodded slightly.

Ming Yanwei landed on the ground.

She rubbed her shoulders, knowing she could no longer escape, and stopped wasting her time.

"Could you tell us about that wonderful experience?" Reinhardt asked with a smile.

How do you enjoy yourself?

"Because you are about to experience a sex that is even more unforgettable than that one."

"It's nothing special," Ming Yanwei said with annoyance.

She was not intimidated by Reinhardt.

"Just like you, you're all a bunch of filthy trash."

This statement piqued Reinhardt's interest even more.

Gangbanging is a devastating humiliation for any woman, yet this Eastern woman remained unmoved.

"Let me think, what makes you so strong."

"Could you let me take a closer look at your memories?"

Ming Yanwei sneered, "Fool."

"You're nothing more than a descendant of serfs who added 'Feng' to the middle of their name."

Upon hearing this, Reinhardt's smile vanished instantly, and his tone turned icy.

"You really aren't afraid of death."

"Let me think about what methods I should use to torture you."

How about I strip you naked and leave you in the world's most dilapidated slum for ten days?

Ming Yanwei remained expressionless.

Reinhardt couldn't help but feel a little angry: "It seems that's too lenient."

"Then I should upload your nude photos to the United Nations website."

"How about letting every man admire your perfect body?"

Ming Yanwei remained expressionless. She said sarcastically, "Is this all you've got, Reinhardt?"

"Is this the only way you can increase your prestige by tormenting women?"

Reinhardt was somewhat embarrassed and angry, and reached out to strip Guangming Yanwei of her clothes.

"and many more."

At that moment, a voice rang out, and Reinhardt suddenly froze, stepping back.

Standing in front of Ming Yanwei was another person, Zhao Zhuikong, an assassin whom Reinhard was wary of.

"If I hadn't wiped out all the trash from the Zhao family, I would have really thought you were surnamed Zhao too." Zhao Zhuikong looked at Ming Yanwei.

Ming Yanwei frowned and asked, "Did you kill your entire family?"

“Of course.” A cruel expression appeared on Zhao Zhuikong’s face.

"Amidst incredulous looks, I ripped their hearts out."

"Why?" Mingyanwei asked.

"Because they are too weak!" Zhao Zhuikong's eyes were filled with fervor.

This manic behavior disgusted Ming Yanwei.

"They were so weak that I had to suppress the urge to strangle them and play house with them instead."

"I want--"

"To test your capacity." Ming Yanwei's words silenced Zhao Zhuikong.

“You…” Zhao Yingkong’s eyes grew increasingly dangerous.

"While I prefer virgins, I don't mind playing with a used woman."

“I think someone like you is more suited to be a woman,” Ming Yanwei said coldly.

"Because all you can do is talk."

“I even doubt whether you actually killed your family.”

"Or are you taking the blame for someone else's sins?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhuikong's face instantly lost all expression, and the icy aura emanating from him made all the demon team members in the square feel like they had thorns in their backs.

"What a sharp tongue you have."

"I don't know from which corner you heard about our Zhao family."

"But I can tell you."

You're wrong...

A flash of silver light, and Ming Yanwei's arm flew into the sky.

It wasn't until her arm hit the ground that Ming Yanwei belatedly realized she was experiencing excruciating pain.

But she still gritted her teeth and remained silent.

“You are an archer. Although the calluses on your hands have faded a lot, I can still see them.” Zhao Zhuikong stepped on Ming Yanwei’s arm.

"I just didn't know you'd lost an arm and didn't have a single reward point."

How can you survive to the next world?

Zhao Zhuikong walked back, passing by Chu Xuan and stopping.

"I'm not interested in her anymore. She's yours to handle. Remember, don't mess things up."

Rorick's face revealed a cruel expression. As he unbuckled his belt, he said with a ferocious look, "Woman, I will definitely show you the masculinity of us European and American men."

"I'm sure you'll fall in love with me right away, haha!"

"Is that so?" Ming Yanwei raised her head, her face covered in blood.

This sight made the several white men who were itching to make a move take a step back.

She spat out a severed finger, having actually bitten off a finger from her remaining arm.

“If you can bring yourself to do it…” With her only remaining left hand, she plunged a broken finger into Xiu Mei’s face.

Instantly, flesh and blood surged.

"Then come on over, haha!"

The broken bones pierced through the skin and flesh, constantly twisting and turning.

The two crisscrossing lines completely ruined her face.

Coupled with her chilling, ghostly words, all the men who were itching to make a move lost their minds.

“Madwoman, this crazy woman!” Rorick cursed.

"Do whatever you want, I'm not playing anymore."

Enraged, he turned and went back to his room.

Ming Yanwei slowly stood up; her severed arm was still bleeding profusely.

The remaining demon team members offered her no help, because if she died like that, the points would definitely be deducted from Zhao Zhuikong's account.

They had seen many proud women bow their heads in the face of death, but they had never seen anyone as crazy as Ming Yanwei.

Is this a newcomer?!
Ming Yanwei tore off her clothes and quickly bandaged her severed arm.

Her face was covered with several grotesque scars that crisscrossed each other, constantly oozing blood, making her look like a vengeful ghost.

Reinhardt looked at her intently, knowing his teammates were waiting for his instructions.

But perhaps he didn't want to pay a thousand points, or perhaps he wanted to see what other surprises this woman could give him.

Too many women, faced with his charm, either weep and beg for mercy or submit to his advances.

But she was the only exception.

He knew that if he gave the order, the remaining scum of the Demon Squad would pounce on Ming Yanwei like hungry wolves and devour her alive.

They were indiscriminate in their consumption of raw and cold foods, and had even previously eaten Zheng Zha's creation of a human.

Despite her abilities, Ming Yanwei was no match for them.

But he did not give the order; instead, he turned and went back to his room.

After all, she was too special.

He's just like a real demon.

Ming Yanwei sneered and shouted at the Supreme God, "Supreme God!"

"To keep my scars permanently."

"Keep my severed arm forever!"

She looked directly at the demons with their varied expressions once more and said coldly.

"You all, remember this!"

I will kill you all!

"I'll trample you under my feet!"

"Adams, Rorick, Lynn, Reinhardt, and Zhao Zhuikong."

“Every one of you will die.”

Upon hearing this, even Zhao Zhuikong stopped abruptly, his icy gaze fixed on her once more.

They actually called out names one by one!

madman!

"I'll be waiting for you." Zhao Zhuikong smiled as he returned to his room.

Zheng Zha, whose expression had been blank, clenched his fists and began to breathe heavily.

His eyes were filled with the excitement and passion of finding his kind.

These are the true people of Zhongzhou!
He found his teammates!

As for Chu Xuan, he silently watched the crazed Ming Yanwei, a look of understanding appearing on his face.

(End of this chapter)