Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 695 Welcome to the Demon Team, Ming Yanwei (Part 3)
at night.

While all the members of the Demon Team were playing and frolicking in the room, indulging their desires, one of the doors opened.

A clone of Zheng Zha, with a scar on his face, quietly walked out.

He had only taken two steps when he suddenly stopped, his eyes bloodshot as he stared to the side.

The woman whose arm Zhao Zhuikong had cut off and whose face had been scratched with her own finger bones was now standing by his room.

Zheng Zha wasn't surprised. Instead, he calmly asked, "You've been waiting for me?"

Ming Yanwei looked at Zheng Zha: "Let's make a deal."

"What deal?"

Ming Yanwei said, "Lend me some reward points so I can return to the Samsara World."

"I can share half of the side quests and reward points I earn with you."

Darkness rose in Zheng Zha's eyes: "You?"

"An archer with only one hand?"

"How can I trust you won't waste my reward points?"

“If I had two hands,” Ming Yanwei said, “then it wouldn’t be a 50/50 split.”

"What's your name?" Zheng Zha asked slowly.

"My name is Ming Yanwei."

Zheng Zha walked to the pillar of light and said to the main god in his mind, "Main god, send me and Ming Yanwei to Black Friday for twenty days."

With a flash of light, the two disappeared from the God Realm.

A second later, the two returned.

After returning, I didn't stop for even a second.

"God, strengthen my vampire count bloodline!"

As the beam of light descended, Zheng Zha's heart was actually pounding, because if any veteran were to leave at this moment...

He will die without a burial place.

He was gambling, gambling on an opportunity!
But the time it took for the vampire count to strengthen him far exceeded his expectations.

Fortunately, Ming Yanwei didn't strengthen herself; she just kept watch for him.

The suffocating ten minutes finally passed, and Zheng Zha fell from the sky. He felt the changes within his body and took a deep breath.

"It's still a little worse."

“Mingyan—” Zheng Zha wanted to give some more hints.

Ming Yanwei has entered the pillar of light.

During those equally agonizing ten minutes, perhaps fate was on their side, as no members of the Demon Team appeared.

When Ming Yanwei landed on the ground, her appearance hadn't changed much; she still had a severed hand and disfigured face. The scars on her face had long since scabbed over, making her look more like a hideous demon.

She looked at Zheng Zha: "When do you plan to make your move?"

"The next world," Zheng Zha said coldly.

"Even if we don't make a move in the next world, they'll still send us to our deaths."

"We only have one chance."

“But Reinhardt has A-grade bloodline,” Ming Yanwei said.

"Are you confident you can take him down?"

A look of hatred flashed across Zheng Zha's face, but he quickly suppressed the turmoil in his heart: "In terms of bloodline, I am no match for him."

"But I have already unlocked the second-order gene lock, and I believe it is in the God Space."

"The key to victory or defeat is not just the level of enhancement."

Ming Yanwei laughed, and the laugh made the scars on her face twist like a centipede, making her look even more like a demon.

This appearance pleased Zheng Zha even more; this was the kind of teammate he could fight alongside in this inescapable hell.

They have a common enemy.

They share a common hatred.

"Then let's take care of them in the next world," Ming Yanwei said lightly.

On the tenth day, just as they were about to enter the next world, the demon team finally emerged from their rooms.

At this point, the Demon Team was still a rotten, decadent, and hopeless team.

Everyone adopts a "live for today" mentality, living for the moment and taking things as they come.

Women, drugs, and various ways to stimulate the senses.

No one is thinking about what to do next.

Reinhardt stood in the very center, with six white men closest to him. Each of them had unlocked a first-order gene lock and possessed a B-level enhancement.

Tom is on the outermost edge.

Although he was white, he possessed a kind heart and was unwilling to participate in evil. If he hadn't been a rare psychic, he would have been drained dry by Reinhard and thrown to the monster long ago.

The lowest class consisted of people with dark skin, whom Reinhard treated as slaves.

Of course, the lowest in status are Zheng Zha and Ming Yanwei, who are both yellow-skinned.

They weren't even slaves, just toys.

Zhao Zhuikong was unconventional and wouldn't care about the evil deeds of white people.

They had no support or reliance on anyone.

Because they dared not express their dissatisfaction with Zhao Zhuikong, the white people only dared to vent their anger on Zheng Zha and Ming Yanwei, who were also of Asian descent.

Since joining the Demon Team, Zheng Zha has been subjected to all sorts of insults.

This organizational structure led to significant internal conflicts even among white people.

The only rulers are Reinhard, who controls everything, and Zhao Zhuikong, who is detached from worldly affairs.

After everyone was standing under the pillar of light, Zhao Zhuikong suddenly glanced at Zheng Zha and Ming Yanwei, and the smile that had been on his face seemed to intensify.

Zhao Zhuikong said, "Ah, I seem to have forgotten, Reinhardt, you didn't seem to tell the two new companions about the next world."

Reinhardt gave a somewhat strange snort: "We're about to enter the next world, why bother with these things?"

“The next world is Predator 1,” Tom suddenly said.

Upon hearing this, Reinhardt's gaze immediately shifted to Tom.

His smile vanished: "Tom, I remember—"

“I once set a rule.”

"No information may be disclosed without my permission?"

Have you forgotten my warning?

Reinhardt's dangerous gaze swept over Tom.

Tom's face turned pale, and he was filled with anxiety.

Fortunately, the main god's teleportation began at that moment.

[Predator 1, teleportation countdown begins in 30 seconds]

In their familiar half-asleep state, Zheng Zha and Ming Yanwei deliberately slept a little longer before getting up.

When they got up, they saw Reinhardt's foot on Tom's head, which was covered in blood.

"I forgive you this time, Tom." He deliberately looked at Ming Yanwei and Zheng Zha.

“You are a noble white man, you don’t need to waste your time on these pigs.”

"You see, they won't say a word for you."

Zheng Zha lowered his head and remained silent, while Ming Yanwei stared coldly at Reinhardt.

Tom lay on the ground, silent.

“What a boring person.” Reinhardt released his foot and smiled at everyone.

"Then, according to the rules, each of you should explore the side quests."

"If less than one C-level branch is found."

His smile widened.

"Remember your fate."

He looked at the time.

"Assemble here in three days."

Finally, he turned his attention to Ming Yanwei.

"My dear lady, I hope you can give me a little surprise." "Otherwise, it'll be too boring."

Three days later at dusk, a deafening roar shattered the setting sun.

Reinhardt crashed into massive rocks like a rag doll struck by a giant cannon, shattering the towering trees of the primeval rainforest and sending splinters flying like a torrential downpour.

He crashed heavily into the rubble, his blond hair stuck to his forehead with blood, his once proud and perfect face now contorted in pain.

"Yours—"

He had barely propped himself up when a metallic, sweet taste of blood welled up in his throat.

Before he could say anything, a foot covered in deep red flames slammed down, the heel embedding precisely into his cheekbone.

Click!

Reinhardt's skull groaned under the strain, his eye sockets instantly became bloodshot, and the world in his vision turned crimson.

Reinhardt's handsome face was crushed into the pile of rubble, his teeth mixed with blood and foam gushing from the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't even let out a complete groan.

"Ugh—!"

A fierce glint flashed in Reinhardt's eyes, and the remaining power surged up his arm, red flames erupting from his palm.

But as soon as he raised his wrist by half an inch, it was gripped by a hand as strong as an iron clamp.

Click——!
It wasn't the crisp sound of a bone breaking; it was the dull thud of tendons being torn apart and bones being completely separated from flesh.

Reinhardt watched helplessly as his right arm was ripped off, blood gushing from the severed area and splattering onto the intruder's burning, tattered clothes.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Inhuman screams were forced from his throat, like the howls of a choked beast.

As he faced death, Reinhardt was pushed to his limit. His crimson flames suddenly intensified as he attempted to force his opponent back with his vampire red flames.

But as soon as the flames got close to their opponent, they seemed to weaken as if they had encountered their nemesis, unable to even burn through the hem of their opponent's clothes.

Before the excruciating pain could reach its peak, a tearing, chilling sensation suddenly shot through my chest.

Reinhardt looked down and saw a bloodstained hand being quickly pulled out of his chest cavity.

What he was clutching in that hand was his still faintly beating heart.

He looked up, and at the end of his vision was a face covered in blood, like that of a demon.

His face was devoid of any emotion, as if he were a true demon.

"Do not……"

"I was wrong……"

"Let me go……"

Reinhardt was as thin as a spider's thread, but the vigorous life force brought by his vampire marquis bloodline prevented him from dying instantly.

His anger had turned into utter despair and collapse.

This is a demon!

A true demon!!

Zheng Zha looked down at Reinhardt: "Do you know what's happened since you killed Lori?"

"Every night I plan how to kill you."

"Whatever the conspiracy or scheme, I've planned it all—"

"But after actually doing all that, I realized you weren't that strong."

"A-grade vampire mutated bloodline, second-tier gene lock, multiple skills."

"Why is it so weak?!" Zheng Zha roared, stomping Reinhardt's face into the mud.

"Please spare me..." Reinhardt's eyes pleaded.

"Zheng Zha, let me go!"

"I still have side quests and reward points, I can give them all to you!"

"Heh." Zheng Zha sneered and bit Reinhardt's neck.

Blood rushed madly into his body.

Reinhardt struggled frantically, but no matter how much he struggled or what injuries he inflicted on Zheng Zha, Zheng Zha held him firmly like steel.

Soon, Reinhardt's struggles weakened, and he eventually collapsed with his hands hanging down.

By the time most of his blood had been drained, Reinhardt was completely withered and on his last breath.

Zheng Zhacai, satisfied, tossed him into the center of the field as if he were trash.

Zheng Zha was also badly injured; his right arm was burned to a charred state, his heart was almost ripped out, and one of his eyeballs was gouged out.

But he is the winner.

Ming Yanwei was also a winner.

All six white men, except Tom, were lying on the ground.

The burly white man and the gloomy teenager who had previously assaulted Ming Yanwei had their limbs severed and were nailed to the wall with a piece of wood to slowly drain their blood.

The remaining few, none of whom had their spines broken, had all their items taken, and were writhing on the ground like maggots.

Ming Yanwei sat on the rock, watching calmly as Zheng Zha completed his revenge.

"Are you satisfied?" she asked.

“Of course not.” Zheng Zha’s face revealed a terrifying smile.

“I originally had several other methods I planned to use on him.”

"I'm not as magnanimous as you when it comes to this kind of trash."

He looked at Ming Yanwei and sighed.

"That's amazing. They killed six B-level enhanced individuals just by using three C-level enhancements and a second-tier gene lock."

“If I had your fighting strength, Lori wouldn’t be able to—” He clenched his fist.

"Ming Yanwei, you have once again impressed me."

His eyes revealed deep approval.

"And you—"

Zheng Zha looked around and saw that the survivors, including Tom, were horrified and immediately knelt down on the ground.

Only Chu Xuan remained expressionless. It was he who, in coordination with Zheng Zha and Ming Yanwei, lured everyone into the trap and captured them all.

"Please remember, you are nothing but useless trash."

“Next, I will be in charge of the Demon Team—” He paused slightly.

"And Ming Yanwei and I are in charge."

"We will establish a new order."

"If you refuse to comply, you are welcome to challenge me!"

He sneered, the scars on his face twisting like a centipede.

Ming Yanwei turned her head away; she wasn't interested in this power struggle drama.

Zheng Zha took her back to Black Friday. As the new Ming Yanwei, she received the most attention from the main god, unearthed a large number of side quests, earned two B-level side quests, and 6,000 reward points.

According to the agreement.

She gave half to Zheng Zha, leaving her with only one B. So she split one B into three Cs.

Three Cs can be exchanged for a C-grade Wind Elf bloodline, a C-grade powerful bow, and a Buddhist wheel armor set.

However, Ming Yanwei only has one hand left, so it's impossible for her to further enhance her archery-related abilities.

If the arm were to be restored, Reinhardt would likely discover it, thus losing the possibility of a surprise attack.

Although she didn't know why, she vaguely remembered that someone had said that a certain combination of enhancements could provide combat power several times greater than other enhancements in the early stages.

C-grade werewolf bloodline.

C-level battle aura.

Class C Shadow Lurker.

Furthermore, werewolves only unleash their full power when they transform, which effectively masks their enhanced abilities.

With the addition of another world that unlocked the second-tier genetic lock, almost none of these rotten demon team members could stand against her.

Even the reincarnator with the highest enhancement level and double B-level magic was approached by her shadowy figure.

One blow shattered the spine, another slashed out the tongue the opponent used for chanting.

Killing and fighting seemed to be ingrained in her bones, and she even had some ideas about assassins' fighting techniques in her mind.

It seems that a friend once demonstrated and explained it to her in detail.

(End of this chapter)