Chapter 20

"Brothers, grab your weapons," Brother Leopard said, squinting his eyes as he stared at the electrified and heightened wall in front of them. A smile of determination spread across his face.

This house was practically built for the apocalypse. Soon, it would be his!

"Whoosh!"

Without warning, a bright green vine shot out like an arrow.

Brother Leopard's pupils suddenly contracted as he raised his hand and yanked Qian Jing in front of him.

The vine pierced straight through Qian Jing's head!Fịndd new updates at novelhall.com

Qian Jing's eyes widened in shock.

Hot blood streamed down her forehead, staining her eyes, nose, lips, and chin before dripping to the ground.

She could feel her life slipping away.

She wanted to speak, but the words caught in her throat. She couldn't utter a sound.

Was she... really about to die?

She had only wanted to survive, which was why she betrayed her husband and sold out her own family.

But in the end, this was her fate!

In that moment, her eyes were filled with regret and fury.

This damned man had used her as a human shield!

"Mama!" Jiang Zihao cried out at the sight of Qian Jing, wailing loudly.

"Damn it, cry, cry, cry! Are you calling for her soul?"

"Bang!"

As Qian Jing closed her eyes, a gunshot rang out, taking her son with her.

When you lie down with dogs, you get up with fleas. They had brought this upon themselves.

"Damn it, what the hell was that just now?" Brother Leopard growled, dragging Qian Jing's corpse in front of him as he moved behind a car and pulled out his gun.

He shouted to the others, "That little girl must be on the second floor. Provide covering fire. The rest of you, get the ladders and climb over the wall."

On the way here, Qian Jing had already told him everything.

The little girl inside ate well three times a day. There must be plenty of supplies in there.

As long as they dealt with the little girl, all the supplies, the house, and the gun and bullets in the girl's possession would be his!

It was just a five-year-old girl. He didn't take her seriously at all.

What happened earlier must have been a fluke!

The two men with guns heard the order and immediately drew their weapons.

But before they could react, the familiar vines swept in again.

One man's chest was pierced.

The other barely dodged, but his face was left with a bloody gash.

"Since you're so eager to leave... why don't I send you on your way?"

As she spoke, she reached out her hand.

Green vines shot out instantly, piercing the crew-cut man's head as he watched in terror.

Fresh blood immediately stained the windshield red.

After finishing, Yun Xiaoxiao stood on top of the car, looking at the remaining seven men who had turned pale with fright. Her thin lips slowly curved into an arc.

"Next, shall we play an interesting game?"

The seven remained silent, trembling with fear.

They didn't want to play. They wanted to leave!

"No answer? Then I'll take that as a yes," Yun Xiaoxiao said with a lazy smile.

The seven men: !!

When did they agree?

They hadn't said anything at all!

Yun Xiaoxiao didn't care what they thought. These men clearly weren't trained fighters, just big and fierce-looking.

They were perfect for practice.

She pulled out a shiny little knife.

"Starting now, I won't use my gun or my green vines. All seven of you can attack together. If you beat me, I'll let you go."

Hearing this, the seven men immediately perked up.

Could there really be such a good deal?!

No gun, no weird vines, just seven big, strong men against a five-year-old girl. If they couldn't beat her, what was the point of all their years of toughening up?

The seven men looked at each other, suddenly full of confidence.

Seeing that the seven had been motivated, the smile on Yun Xiaoxiao's lips deepened.

What was the point of sparring with dispirited partners? It was much more fun when they were fired up.

She leaped down from the car, moving with extreme speed towards the seven men.

Her figure moved like a ghost to the back of the nearest man, slashing at his thigh with her knife.

The man cried out in pain, his body tilting.

Yun Xiaoxiao's lips curled into a smile as she grabbed his clothes, using his back as a springboard to flip up and smoothly slit his throat.

The remaining six were shocked by her lightning-fast and ruthless moves, their pupils dilating in disbelief.

They stared incredulously at the wicked-looking Yun Xiaoxiao.

Was she really only five years old?

Would a five-year-old child go straight for the kill, taking lives as easily as cutting vegetables, without even blinking an eye?

Were they dreaming, or had the world become fantasy?!