Wait, why is this blond guy a lolicon?

Lan Xinlan felt numb all over; the neurotoxin rendered her unable to move even a finger. She could only stare wide-eyed at the hellish scene not far away.

Just a moment ago, these were the high and mighty gentlemen and ladies.

At this moment, amidst the raging metal storm, they were like rag dolls torn apart by an invisible giant hand, turning into clusters of tragically beautiful blood mist.

The screams had barely begun when they were completely drowned out and cut off by even more intense gunfire.

Blue Heart Orchid: ꒰ঌ(˚ᆺ˚)໒꒱

[Holy crap... So what Jiang Ling meant by "kill them all"... was killing them all...]

Wait, you're missing the point! How did those three bodyguards fly out?!

What just happened? Is there something wrong with Alan's eyes?

The M249's muzzle was emitting wisps of smoke, its massive drum magazine empty.

Jiang Ling casually picked up a bullet, spat, walked to his seat, and chuckled:

"Let me see if any of them are playing dead and have slipped through the net..."

These words were spoken.

Two figures suddenly sprang up from the two piles of minced meat.

It was so fast that it left afterimages.

They rushed and scrambled toward the tightly closed door.

But just as his hand touched the doorknob, he heard a chilling voice.

【Zawarudo—!】

"I... I almost touched the doorknob... I was so close... Damn it!"

puff!puff!

Two muffled thuds.

The two men's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt as they looked down at the cold, blood-stained gun barrels protruding from their chests.

His face was filled with resentment and confusion, and then he knelt down with a thud.

"Failed...killed..."

Jiang Ling expressionlessly pulled out the gun barrel and wiped the bloodstains on the relatively clean backs of the two men's shirts.

Lan Xinlan: ...

[Teleportation?! No... time seemed to stop for a moment? Or was he just too fast?]

I don't understand at all... My head is spinning...

Lan Xinlan's eyelids grew heavier and heavier as she said, "Jiang Ling... help me... take me to the hospital."

"Open your mouth," Jiang Ling said condescendingly.

"what?"

Lan Xinlan's mind was already a complete mess, but she still obeyed and instinctively parted her pale lips slightly, her eyes glazed over.

"What...what are you going to do...?"

"Let me tell you a secret: my saliva has healing properties."

Lan Xinlan: ?

[Wait, wait a minute! He wouldn't be thinking of... kissing Alan, would he?!]

No! Alan's first kiss, which she had treasured for eighteen years, was she really going to just give it to him so easily...?

However, my body simply wouldn't cooperate.

She could only watch helplessly as that face, which was neither unpleasant nor particularly handsome, drew closer and closer, its warm breath almost touching her face.

Ugh... Looks like there's no escaping it...

Well, he's not bad-looking either, so let him be...

They embraced a tragic grandeur akin to heroic sacrifice.

Lan Xinlan tried to open her mouth wider, silently repeating in her heart: This is to repay a debt of gratitude, this is to repay a debt of gratitude...

Jiang Ling: "Cough~tui~" (No phlegm, just saliva)

A small glob of crystal-clear liquid fell precisely into her slightly open mouth.

Lan Xinlan: (°Д°)!

cluck...

She swallowed it instinctively.

[Ugh—Aaaaaaaah!]

The sudden scream almost ruptured Jiang Ling's eardrums.

Jiang Ling: ……

Why are you yelling so loudly?

I spat out saliva, not phlegm!

Besides, you'll also ingest saliva when you eat.

Is it any different if I spit my saliva on you?

Just then, another drop of saliva rolled down the corner of her mouth and landed on her smooth chin.

Jiang Ling keenly noticed the active substance in that drop of saliva.

It is being absorbed quickly through the skin.

"Huh? The skin can absorb it too? So it doesn't need to be taken internally..." he said thoughtfully.

Upon hearing this, Lan Xinlan: ...

So, I must say—!!!

[Did Alan eat your saliva for nothing?!]

[Bastard! Pervert! Psychopath! Alan is so angry, waaaaah...]

[Gurgle... But why does his saliva taste so sweet?]

Jiang Ling looked at the people inside the glass enclosure who had lost their minds and were fighting amongst themselves.

He took a deep breath, pouted his lips into a swallow's mouth shape, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of saliva.

puff--

In an instant.

The shimmering healing liquid fell into the crowd.

The raging crowd gradually calmed down and entered a state of extreme exhaustion and slumber.

Almost simultaneously, Lan Xinlan also felt the numbness recede like a tide, and she regained control of her hands and feet.

She quickly reached out and pushed Jiang Ling away, muttering a very quiet curse:

"Pervert...give Alan...just his saliva..."

Jiang Ling didn't care.

After all, it was the other party who started monitoring him, so spitting at her was a form of revenge.

Sudden.

It appeared out of thin air.

A dark shadow flew backwards in front of me.

"Hahaha, this is exactly my escape route, Takakasa Ichigen~"

"Ah Hu! Get the hell out of your M249!"

bump--

As he laughed wildly, Takatsukasa's head slammed into the cold muzzle of an M249.

He looked up in displeasure, about to scold Ah Hu for his clumsy actions—damn it, how could he point the gun barrel at the back of the boss's head?!

However, an unfamiliar voice drifted into his ears, and his words caught in his throat.

"Dude, you like the M249 that much?"

"How about I have it treat you to some fragrant, crunchy, and delicious peanuts that will make your head explode?"

Jiang Ling grinned.

Takatsukasa Ichigen: (O∆O)!

……

几分钟前。

A game of strategy! A game of strategy! And more of a game of strategy!

Lu Xuanlin's reckless fighting style leveled the playing field with the opponent's advantage of instant teleportation.

Even though there wasn't a single good spot on his body, his stubbornness in wanting to kill the other person regardless of his own life was undeniable.

This caused Takatsukasa Ichigen considerable distress.

However, he still did not use his full strength.

A guy who's much weaker than him.

Why did you dare to rush up and fight him without thinking of your life?

Or rather...

Every attack he made seemed to be a test, an attempt to figure out his hidden techniques.

There was absolutely no way to defeat him, nor any chance of escaping.

Why test his hidden skills?

Takatsukasa Kazuki's intuition told him—right now, right here in this room.

There was another accomplice of his, just waiting for him to make a mistake so he could strike and kill him.

The reason they risked their lives to test him was to learn his hidden skills and tell "that guy".

Just then, a very faint, sweet, exotic fragrance entered my nostrils.

Takatsukasa Kazumi has a very sharp nose.

Something's wrong! There's a problem! It's poison!

Takatsukasa reacted extremely quickly, instantly manipulating the carbon dioxide he exhaled to form a filter membrane in front of his mouth and nose, and gritted his teeth as he muttered:

"Using poison? What a low-level tactic... So it wasn't just one person!"

The amount of carbon dioxide he can control is limited. If a portion is separated to form a filter membrane, it means that the rate at which carbon dioxide is separated will decrease.

On the ceiling, Ma Shengxin frowned, a question popping into his mind:

"He was panting heavily, but showed no signs of being affected by the neurotoxins..."

"Besides..."

Ma Sheng's gaze swept across the room like that of a hawk.

The room was covered with marks of being hacked and chopped, the furniture was broken, and the walls were mottled.

Only the window, along with its sill, remained intact.

He deliberately avoided the windowsill during each move.

Ma Sheng didn't know the specific reason, but he caught the "point" that was being deliberately avoided.

Airflow? He's afraid of the airflow outside the window...? Breathing... shifting his position... afraid of the airflow...

A bold hypothesis instantly formed in his mind.

Without further hesitation, he roared with all his might downwards, "Commander! Break the glass!"

bump--

Almost at the same time he spoke.

Lu Xuanlin understood immediately and threw a short knife toward the window.

Whoosh—!

A sudden gust of wind rushed in through the window, disrupting the previously relatively stable indoor air.

It's now!

Ma Sheng fell from the ceiling like a ghost, the cold light of his drawn twin swords tearing through the air.

Without any unnecessary words, he unleashed a strike that concentrated all his energy and spirit:

"Dual-wielding, Iaijutsu, Rashomon!"

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment.

Faced with this fatal blow.

Instead of panicking, Takatsukasa Kazumi's face revealed a sneer of triumph.

"Finally... you couldn't resist crawling out of the gutter, you rats?"

His voice was mocking and sarcastic:

"You dare to bare your fangs without even fully understanding your opponent's 'hidden techniques'... That's the reason for your defeat tonight!"

"I deliberately only 'swapped' within the room, creating a flaw to mislead you into believing that my abilities are incapable of escaping the 'locked room'!"

"I deliberately avoided the windowsill and left 'clues' to lure you in, to make you think you'd figured out my trick, and thus..."

He looked at Ma Shengyixin, whose pupils had suddenly contracted, and his smile widened:

"Exposing oneself!"

The gleaming blade was already close to his neck.

Takatsukasa could even sense the sharp edge of that voice. He couldn't help but burst into laughter:

"It's over! I've removed another obstacle for the organization!"

A fierce glint flashed in Ma Sheng's eyes. He gritted his teeth so hard they almost broke, pouring all his strength, speed, and even life force into this one strike, his arm veins bulging!

"This is my true escape route, Takatsukasa Ichigen—Carbon Displacement External Marker!"

hum!

Even at the very beginning of the battle.

He quietly placed a high concentration of carbon dioxide in the corridor outside the door.

At that moment, it trembled violently, as if it had formed some kind of quantum entanglement connection with his body.

Whoosh-!

His figure blurred, faded, and disappeared just before the blade struck his body!

boom--!!!

Masaki Isshin's powerful twin-sword Iaijutsu struck empty air.

The violent blade energy, like a runaway dragon, completely tore and shattered half the room along with the walls!

Bricks and tiles cascaded down like a waterfall.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, where could one find any trace of Takatsukasa Ichigen?

Ma Sheng's chest heaved violently. His twin swords clattered to the ground, and his overworked arms hung limply at his sides, trembling slightly.

It failed... He still got away...

However, just as this extreme exhaustion and sense of frustration welled up inside—

Outside the room, inside the meeting hall, came Takatsukasa Ichigen's signature, triumphant, maniacal laughter, and...

"Hahaha—uh… um??!! What—aaaaaaaah!!!"

The laughter, at its highest point, abruptly turned into a distorted, horrified scream.

Ma Sheng suddenly raised his head, a look of surprise flashing in his bloodshot eyes.

Ok?

What is he yelling about?

P.S.: The next chapter's dungeon ends, and there's a storyline involving an incompetent wife...