Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Without a resident's card, one cannot even ride the elevator.

He hurriedly called Qin Ning to confirm her safety.

There was no signal inside the elevator, and the call only went through after the numbers on the electronic panel stopped.

"Hello?" Qin Ning's voice was a few decibels lower than usual, and Da Suo immediately felt an indescribable chill run down his spine, as if a cold snake was coiled around his neck. He was stunned for a moment until Qin Ning called out "Hello" again before he came back to his senses.

"Miss Ningning, I heard a strange noise. Are you alright? Did you get upstairs safely?"

"Yes, I'm home. Everything's fine."

Nothing happened?

But he had clearly heard a strange sound just now—

"That's good."

Da Suo thought for a moment, then added another sentence.

"Miss Qin Ning, will you still ask me to pick you up at eight o'clock tomorrow morning?"

This was actually a secret code agreed upon by Da Suo and Qin Ning.

Da Suo never bothered with Qin Ning's transportation; that was the secretary's job.

However, to prevent Qin Ning from being controlled and unable to call for help normally, he agreed with Qin Ning on several coded phrases at the beginning of the escort mission. They sounded like perfectly normal daily conversations.

"No need, I don't need to answer."

Reassured by the answer, Da Suo lowered his guard, told Qin Ning to rest well, and hung up the phone.

He then remembered that he had hung up on his wife without saying a word, so he quickly dialed again. With a cigarette in his mouth, the phone rang. As he lit his cigarette, he glanced at the wall of the parking lot in front of the elevator and was surprised to see it.

The parking lot wall was painted in two colors, and the dividing line in the middle was clearly scratched by some kind of sharp object, leaving a deep white mark.

Xx

Qin Ning unlocked the door with her fingerprint and entered.

The room was completely dark.

This was the first time Qin Ning had seen all the lights off since she rented the house.

Before, there was Aunt Chen, and later there was Mengmeng. This house was always filled with lights and a warm, lively atmosphere.

The only light source was the light from other buildings reflected through the windows, making the interior scene vaguely visible.

The windows were closed, but all the doors were open.

Ding--

An unexpected sound caught Qin Ning's attention, and she looked at the single sofa in front of the French windows.

Her petite figure nestled in the sofa, blending seamlessly into the background, so quiet that it would be almost impossible to detect her unless she made a sound.

She held up a long object, which, in the dim light reflected from the window, could be seen to be a woodcutter's knife. Mengmeng held the knife in one hand, and with the other hand, she made a circle with her index finger and thumb, gently flicking the blade.

Ding-ding-ding-ding

Her face was indistinct, but her voice was clear.

Qin Ning shrugged, one hand behind her back, subtly gripping her weapon.

"Mengmeng?" she called softly.

"Yes, Ningning."

The two called out to each other in a softer, warmer tone than usual.

Qin Ning laughed.

"...It's good that everyone knows, it makes me feel much better."

Before the sound of those two extra words had even faded, the girl on the sofa had already jumped up like a cat, as light as a bird. She stepped onto the luxurious imported tabletop, kicked over the crystal vase containing dried lavender, and, with a sideways movement, raised her knife and slashed directly at the table.

Qin Ning remained fearless, raising her knife to block the attack. The two machetes clashed, sparks flying. She pushed back and then delivered a sweeping blow to Mengmeng. The little girl ducked to dodge, but her hair, which had been flying up, couldn't be slashed in time and several strands were cut off, the white hair floating in mid-air.

Qin Ning continued to mock him without restraint.

"Mengmeng, is that all? Look at that! Your knife is so weak and powerless!"

The white-haired girl chuckled, her tone sinister, "Well! Who knows who will be the weak one in the end?"

They bickered, their two machetes clashing violently, the clanging sounds echoing incessantly, even waking the dozing parrot in its cage.

The fully open door allowed them to fight their way from the living room into the bedroom, then back into the kitchen, and finally back into the living room.

Both fought with all their might, showing no mercy, and the fight was fierce and evenly matched. The parrot, experiencing its first-ever brawl, was terrified and flapped its wings, squawking wildly.

"What are you doing? Stop fighting! Stop fighting for me!"

Mengmeng's eyes darkened; the talkative parrot—

Mengmeng swung her knife down, breaking the cage. Seeing that she was about to hurt the parrot, Qin Ning quickly shouted.

"Brother Weiran likes to listen to this parrot recite the Analects of Confucius."

Mengmeng immediately changed the direction of her machete.

But when the parrot heard Qin Ning's words, it was furious. Who was Brother Weiran? How dare he frame you, Parrot Grandpa, and make me recite new quotes from Confucius every day? It cursed him as soon as it opened its mouth.

"Brother Weiran, you've done so many bad things!!"

Qin Ning narrowed her eyes, raised her hand and brought down the knife. A flash of cold light, and in the next second, the parrot's two longest and most beautiful tail feathers were cut off. Terrified, the parrot flapped its wings to support its chubby body, trying to fly higher and higher.

Help! Women fighting is terrifying!

I am just a weak little parrot, I cannot bear so much.

The two girls ignored it and continued fighting fiercely. Their breathing became unsteady, and in the dimly lit room, their disordered breathing and low moans carried a hint of ambiguity.

With a clang, the two machetes clashed fiercely, forming an X shape as they dragged and scraped against each other. The two women simultaneously turned their heads to dodge, letting the blades pass by their faces, but the sharp blade energy still managed to wound their faces, leaving fine, hair-like cuts.

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Chapter Thirty-Five: A Fierce Battle (Part Two) (Seeking Monthly Tickets at the Beginning of the Month)

The girl's figure appeared and disappeared in an instant, and the poor big-screen TV was blown up with a single blow.

In the pitch-black living room, very few pieces of furniture remained intact.

The parrot huddled behind the decanter on the wine cabinet, trembling. Half of its small body peeked out, its dark eyes swollen like two sun eggs from crying.

Please stop hitting me, I beg you. I don't care about you cutting off my tail feathers, can you please stop?

I won't hold it against you for making me memorize the Analects of Confucius. I'll memorize it, I'll memorize it, okay?

Under Qin Ning's fierce attack, Mengmeng dodged backward, immediately realizing that her back was against the French window, with nowhere to retreat. Qin Ning smiled and slashed horizontally with her backhand. The little girl's eyes narrowed, and she ducked to dodge. At the same time, she pushed open the French window door, and Qin Ning, who was rushing forward, was instantly swept in by a gust of cold wind carrying ice shards. The unexpected alternation of hot and cold forced her to close her eyes.

Immediately, a warm and soft force pounced on her, knocking Qin Ning to the ground. A howling wind swept through the air. Qin Ning opened her eyes and saw Mengmeng straddling her, her eyes bloodshot, her hands gripping the handle of a woodcutter's knife, the tip pointed at her.

Their eyes met, their pupils contracted, and the blades fell without hesitation—

Qin Ning's vision went black.

The clanging sound, accompanied by the ground shaking, penetrated into my left ear, awe-inspiring and terrifying.

But there was no pain, nor was there a pervasive smell of blood.

Qin Ning opened her eyes and saw that the knife tip was not aimed at her, but rather near her left ear, piercing the pop art carpet and striking the high-end floor tiles with a cracking sound.

Mengmeng held a machete and rested her forehead on the backs of her hands.

He rode on her back, motionless.

She was a little out of breath, her small chest heaving.

"Ningning," she called, her voice filled with a hopeful tenderness.

"...Let's stop fighting, okay?"

Qin Ning snorted and turned her head to the other side.

She is proud and never speaks her mind.

Mengmeng understood what she meant, chuckled, and rolled over to lie down next to her. The two lay on a soft carpet that had been scratched beyond recognition, their heads gently touching, their black and white hair intertwined, like a smooth woven carpet.

For a long while, no one spoke, only the sound of breathing rising and falling.

Qin Ning was the first to break the silence.

"This is my favorite rug, and you ruined it!?" Her tone was full of disgust.

“…………I’m sorry.” Mengmeng apologized obediently.

“But Ningning, you were the one who made the first cut. I only made four cuts after that, but you made ten cuts yourself.”

Qin Ning remained silent.

They fell silent again.

This time, the silence lasted even longer, making one wonder if they had fallen asleep. But upon closer inspection, both of them had bright, wide-open eyes, staring at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling. The parrot, even bolder, peeked out from behind the decanter, but quickly retreated when it saw the person on the ground move.

"...Why didn't you come and stop me then?"

Mengmeng shifted and settled into a more comfortable position.

"Because you are Ning Ning—"

Her tone was different from her usual boisterous manner.

"Even though Ningning knew that the person I liked was Bai Weiran, Ningning didn't kick me out, did she?"

"…………Then I can do it too."

“I can also make a concession for Ningning, but—this concession doesn’t mean giving Bai Weiran to you entirely, because Mengmeng also wants Bai Weiran. Mengmeng wants him, and that’s something that no one can change.”

Her voice was tender and childlike, yet it possessed an indescribable clarity and firmness.

That forceful kiss ripped away the fig leaf that had been covering up all these days. From suspicion to confirmation, Mengmeng's heartache was real, but at the same time, a sense of exhilaration rose within that pain.

Qin Ning was straightforward and didn't resort to underhanded tactics; she went straight to the point, bringing her knife to their door.