Killer Queen: Tyrant, prepare to die!

The carriage sped along the mountain road, the sound of its wheels rolling over gravel particularly jarring.

Shen Fu drove the carriage very fast, but the sound of horses' hooves behind him was getting closer and closer—judging from the noise, there were at least twenty riders!

"Girl, they're catching up!" Shen Fu's voice came from outside the carriage curtain, filled with anxiety.

Ye Huang lifted the carriage curtain and glanced back.

Amidst the rising dust, more than twenty masked men in black rode in hot pursuit.

Their movements were synchronized and their horsemanship was superb; they were definitely not ordinary mountain bandits or brigands.

What's even more striking are the knives they hold—standard military knives with long, narrow blades that gleam coldly in the sunlight.

People in the military.

"Shen Fu, there's an open area ahead, stop the car." Ye Huang's voice was calm and composed.

"Girl! There are many of them—"

"parking."

Shen Fu gritted his teeth and abruptly pulled on the reins. The carriage stopped in a relatively flat clearing in the woods, surrounded by dense forests in front and behind, and steep slopes on the left and right, leaving no way to retreat.

The pursuers arrived in an instant.

More than twenty riders spread out in a fan shape, surrounding the carriage.

The leader was a lean man with a pair of hawk-like eyes visible through his mask.

His gaze first swept over Shen Fu, who was driving the carriage, and then fell on the carriage itself.

"People in the car, get out." The voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against wood.

Ye Huang, carrying Bao'er, lifted the carriage curtain and stepped down.

She was still dressed in plain clothes, her hair simply tied up, and she was holding a blue swaddled baby in her arms. She looked like a weak and vulnerable young widow.

Jinshu followed behind her, her face pale, but she clutched a bundle tightly in her hand—it contained the self-defense powder that the girl had taught her to prepare.

The lean man's eyes widened in surprise the moment he saw Ye Huang.

too young.

That's too... unlike a target that would warrant them mobilizing so many people.

But he quickly composed himself and said coldly, "Come with us, someone wants to see you."

"Who wants to see me?" Ye Huang looked up at him, her voice calm.

"You'll see when you get there." The lean man waved his hand impatiently. "Stop talking nonsense, get in the car!"

Several men in black dismounted and surrounded her.

Just as the first person reached out to grab her arm—

Night Phoenix moved.

She didn't put Bao'er down, but instead shifted her feet and sidestepped the hand.

At the same time, his left hand shot out like lightning, with two fingers together, precisely pointing three inches below the man's Adam's apple!

"Ugh!" The man in black's eyes bulged out as he clutched his throat and staggered backward.

Having succeeded in her attack, Ye Huang advanced instead of retreating.

Her movements were like those of a ghost; holding the child didn't hinder her actions at all.

Her footwork was unpredictable and erratic—it was the "Fleeting Shadow" footwork taught by Eunuch Li, combined with her close-quarters combat skills as an assassin from her previous life, so fast that only afterimages remained.

The second man in black raised his knife and slashed.

Ye Huang ducked to avoid it, then brought her right index and middle fingers together, channeling her inner strength into the blow and stabbed hard between his third rib!

"Snap!"

The dull thud of bones breaking.

The man screamed, the knife slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, and he curled up like a shrimp.

A third man in black lunged at them from the side. Ye Huang didn't even look at him, but raised her leg and kicked him from behind, her heel striking precisely the inside of his knee.

"Ah—!" The cracking sound of the leg bone snapping back was enough to make your teeth ache.

In just three exchanges, the three men in black collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

The whole process took less than five breaths.

The entire room fell silent.

The remaining men in black all took a step back, their grip on their knives tightening, their eyes filled with horror.

This is hardly a young widow!

This is clearly a killing machine!

The lean man's face turned ashen; he finally realized the intelligence had been terribly flawed. He stared intently at Ye Huang, forcing out a few words through gritted teeth: "Attack together! Dead or alive!"

A dozen or so men in black pounced at the same time!

Ye Huang's eyes turned cold, and she was about to make another move—

"Stop it, all of you."

An old, hoarse voice came from behind the carriage.

Uncle Fu—also known as Eunuch Li—came out slowly, his back hunched. He leaned on a broken wooden stick, panting for breath with every step, looking like an old man on the verge of death.

But the moment he appeared, all the men in black stopped moving at the same time.

It's not that they want to stop.

My body instinctively stiffened.

An invisible, chilling pressure pressed down on them like a mountain. The feeling... was like being targeted by some monstrous beast; the slightest movement would mean certain death.

Cold sweat beaded on the forehead of the lean man, and his pupils constricted.

This old man...this old man is definitely more than just a butler!

"Which gang are you from?" he asked, trying to remain calm, but his voice trembled slightly.

Uncle Fu ignored him, and slowly walked to Ye Huang's side. His cloudy eyes swept over the men in black, and finally landed on the face of the lean man.

"Even the kids in the army are starting to rob people?" His voice was hoarse, yet carried an inexplicable air of authority. "Go back and tell your masters that some things are best left unattended. Once you reach out... you might not be able to pull back."

The lean man's expression shifted, and the veins on his hand gripping the knife hilt bulged.

He was weighing his options.

This old man is unfathomable, that woman is strangely skilled, and there's also a guard driving the carriage... If we really fight head-on, even if we can take her down, we'll lose most of our own men.

Available tasks...

At this stalemate—

"Help, help me—!!"

A piercing scream came from the depths of the forest.

Immediately afterwards, a person covered in blood scrambled out of the bushes and crashed straight into the standoff!

The man was dressed in a tattered blue cloth robe, looking like a scholar. His face was covered in blood, and a broken arrow was stuck in his back. He staggered and fell to the ground. When he looked up and saw two groups of people facing each other with knives, he was stunned for a moment, then crawled towards Ye Huang on all fours.

"Girl, young lady, help! There are bad guys chasing me from behind!"

Before he finished speaking, five or six more people rushed out of the woods, each wielding a steel knife and looking fierce.

The leader was a burly man with a scarred face. He was taken aback for a moment when he saw the scene, but quickly grinned maliciously.

"Oh, you even brought in backup? Perfect, let's take care of them all at once!"

The lean man's face turned even uglier.

The scarred man and his gang looked like outlaws from the underworld, not like them.

Now look what's happened; we failed to achieve our goal and have now gotten ourselves into a mess.

Ye Huang's gaze, however, fell on the scholar in blue robes on the ground.

Although the man was disheveled and covered in blood, his eyes—

The instant their eyes met, a faint glint of light flashed across his face, a glint that was not of a scholar fleeing for his life.

interesting.

She gently patted the baby in her arms.

The little guy had woken up at some point and was staring curiously at the blood-soaked figure on the ground with his big, dark eyes.

Then, he stretched out his little hand and grabbed at the scholar, making an "ah" sound.

Unexpected unrest.

Ye Huang understood.

She looked up at the lean man and suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, yet chillingly cold.

"Sir," she said lightly, "your master wants to see me, fine. But he'll have to wait... I need to deal with this matter first."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and said two words to Uncle Fu:

"Protect the baby."

Then, she shoved the swaddled baby into Uncle Fu's arms and turned away—

He walked towards the scarred man.

Dressed in simple white robes stained with dust, yet walking with unhurried steps.

Like going to an ordinary appointment.

[Next Chapter Preview: The scholar lying in a pool of blood is actually the top intelligence broker in Jiangnan? Why did he kneel before Ye Huang and cry out, "My lord, please take me in!"]