Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Only the sound of the cat-eyed girl slapping herself repeatedly with banknotes echoed continuously.

Bai Weiran watched with a smile from the second floor.

[Character: Qin Ning]

[Weapon: A stack of banknotes more than five centimeters thick]

[Status: Berserk 2.0]

Continue to deliver continuous attacks...

First Blood! Double Kill! Triple Kill! Quadruple Kill! Pentakill!

Six consecutive godlike streaks! Seven consecutive godlike streaks! Eight consecutive godlike streaks! Nine consecutive godlike streaks...

Qin Ning smiled, but her eyes flashed with anger.

It went on non-stop, with a brisk rhythm.

Each time Cao Shuang was knocked off course, he quickly turned back, glaring angrily at Qin Ning.

His eyes were fierce, as if he wanted to kill someone.

But Miss Qin was not afraid at all.

Cao Shuang's resistance only brought out the bloodlust and aggression hidden deep within her heart.

Her smile deepened, and she hit even harder.

Cao Shuang's gaze toward her grew increasingly fierce, like that of a wild beast ready to devour her alive.

Qin Ning and he locked eyes, and her hand suddenly stopped moving—

Cao Shuang did not breathe a sigh of relief when Qin Ning stopped; instead, he glared at her even more fiercely, his eyes bloodshot and filled with resentment.

His expression was just like that of the protagonist in a revenge drama.

Cao Shuang no longer wants to conquer Qin Ning.

He was consumed by thoughts of revenge.

Yes, he wants revenge.

He wanted to take revenge on this woman.

Kill the man above first, gouge out his eyes, and cut off his limbs.

This woman surnamed Qin was only fit to kneel at his feet, be trained and then become his slave, to be discarded when he was tired of her.

She doesn't deserve his favor as a woman—

His mind raced with thoughts, his eyes flashing with malice. He should have been the protagonist of a revenge drama, but his cheeks were swollen and raised high, and blood streamed down his nose, which diminished his resentment and made him look more ridiculous.

But his expression made some of the onlookers feel the resentment emanating from him, like a trapped beast struggling. Some of them were timid and fearful, and kept shrinking back.

I enjoy watching the excitement, but I'm also afraid of getting caught in the crossfire.

Standing in front of Cao Shuang, Qin Ning was the first to be confronted. Their eyes met, and Qin Ning was not intimidated by Cao Shuang's imposing manner at all.

She easily switched the banknotes from her right hand to her left, and even casually swung her arm around in a circle. The girl's arms were fair and slender, and her posture was graceful. Even though her movements were vulgar, they were still indescribably beautiful.

She chuckled as she turned her arm around.

Her voice wasn't loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

"...In my hometown, there is a term called 'the struggle of a cornered beast,' which means that if a wild animal is trapped and driven to desperation, it may do anything. We should take this seriously and be wary of it."

The girl with cat-like eyes looked up with a smile.

"I think this is a great statement, and it makes a lot of sense."

She would say something, then pause, like a naughty cat, tickling your heart.

"But first of all, it has to be a creature that can be called a ferocious beast to be qualified to be described as feared."

"But if it's just a mouse trapped... well, no matter how fiercely it squeaks, it's still just a mouse. A mouse isn't worthy of being compared to a wild beast. Who would be afraid of a mouse that's been moved from a gutter to a cage?"

She smiled sweetly, without naming names, yet her words were veiled and scathing.

*Smash!*

With a flick of his left hand, another slap landed, and the banknotes delivered a swift and decisive blow to his face.

She hit him, pouting as she explained in a sweet tone.

"My right hand is sore, but it's okay, I still have my left hand—"

Cao Shuang stared wide-eyed at that sweet smile, a sense of terror suddenly rising within him, a chill running down his spine to his neck. Before he could even process the cause of that terror, the banknotes were flung at his face with even greater force, this time even breaking his lips and giving him a taste of rust.

*Crackling sounds*

Bai Weiran was on the second floor, shaking his head and chuckling.

Cao Shuang cannot defeat Qin Ning.

Who is the most cowardly person in the world? — A selfish, greedy, stingy person who only cares about themselves.

Yandere are people with extreme personalities who, when pushed to the limit, would throw their lives away without hesitation.

No matter how much reason and logic you use to teach her, this nature cannot be erased.

A fearless person versus a greedy, cowardly person who wants everything.

Qin Ning is a ferocious beast; Cao Shuang, you're only fit to be a mouse.

Why would a wild beast be afraid of a mouse?

Looking at Qin Ning like this, I felt a kind of pleasure, like raising a beautiful beast in my own hands.

He couldn't help but chuckle softly, glancing over to see An Qin looking up.

As the sun shifted its position, the colorful light and shadow on the glass panel in the courtyard moved accordingly.

They slowly moved forward from the second-floor platform where Bai Weiran and Qin Ning had been standing.

It was moved to Anqin's location.

An Qin tilted her head back, as if bathing in warm spring water, letting the colorful halos shine on her.

She closed her eyes, seemingly enjoying the moment.

Everyone was watching Qin Ning fight Cao Shuang, but An Qin, who was directly involved, wasn't watching.

She even appeared calm, serene, and gentle, with a touch of detached spirit.

Just as he was looking at her, An Qin opened her eyes.

Its large, brown eyes shimmered in the light, reflecting a watery sheen.

That expression was very subtle.

She seemed about to cry, but didn't; instead, she smiled.

An Qin stared at him for two seconds, her pale lips moved slightly, and she said something to him silently and quietly.

If there are angelic young girls in the world, they must look just like Miss Qin, right?

Bai Weiran raised an eyebrow and smiled, but then turned his gaze back to the scene without giving any further response.

An Qin smiled at his behavior, lowered her head, and faced the scene before her.

His eyes shone with admiration, respect, affection, and tenderness.

Well, the angel I saw was different from others; it didn't come to the scene carrying a cross and a sword.

She was clinging to the most vulgar ideas of money and material possessions.

She was certain that no matter how many other works Mr. Bai had created, this one would be her favorite.

Qin Ning was tired, and the sound of her being slapped gradually stopped. She lowered her hand, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her fair forehead.

Cao Shuang stood there like a wooden stake, his hands pressed tightly against his thighs, maintaining a perfect posture.

The anger in his eyes had not subsided, and after Qin Ning stopped, he made a muffled sound in his throat.

His eyes bulged out, his cheeks were swollen, and his lips were cracked and bleeding.

That former air of dashing charm and self-perceived elegance vanished without a trace, replaced by a state of complete madness and delusion.

The way he looked at people was hateful and lewd.

Qin Ning frowned, a sudden urge to kill someone rising within her.

But Brother Weiran—

As she was thinking, she looked towards the second floor but didn't see anyone. Suddenly, someone put their arm around her shoulder. She turned around in surprise and saw Bai Weiran standing behind her, having come downstairs at some point. She turned her head to look at him.

"...Qin Ning, don't always be like this, hitting people when you get angry." He said, his tone sounding like a peacemaker.

The audience was stunned for a moment.

Dude, your attempt to be a peacemaker is so fake.

We were fighting for ages and you didn't say anything. Now that it's over, you're finally offering to mediate?

What were you looking at on the second floor for so long?

Anqin, standing beside her, smiled, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Qin Ning, who was closest to Bai Weiran, was also stunned. She blinked her bright eyes, and in that moment of hesitation, Bai Weiran smiled and took the stack of slightly crumpled banknotes from Qin Ning's hand.

"If you hit someone without saying a word, shouldn't you at least give them a chance to speak?"

As soon as Bai Weiran finished speaking, Cao Shuang found that his lips, which had been stuck together, suddenly opened and he let out a sound.

His previously immobile limbs were suddenly able to move again.

Cao Shuang was taken aback, touched his throat, and stared at Bai Weiran with suspicion and uncertainty.

All the curses I had were stuck in my throat.

Is it him?

Is he controlling his own actions?

This strange, superhuman ability—

He recalled the fear he felt at the restaurant that day, and cold sweat broke out uncontrollably on his forehead.