Huh? Isn't This A Galgame?-Chapter 361 - 294: Terrifyingly Strong (Extra for orz_wohencai)

Chapter 361: Chapter 294: Terrifyingly Strong (Extra for orz_wohencai)

Across from the main gate of T University’s campus, in front of a couple’s hotel, outside a room on the second floor.

Three men crouched in a row at the door, with Hu Jiayao in the middle. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Hu Jiayao felt like his brain was about to crash.

This game focused on faction confrontations among players, with very few terrifying female ghost bosses. This made him feel quite fortunate, as he could finally enjoy the simple pleasure of a meal in peace.

But unexpectedly, just as the last main mission was about to end, he was thrown such a difficult task.

He was the kind of person who feared encountering these kinds of dilemmas; he’d rather go head to head with a female ghost.

Hu Jiayao was so distressed that his nose and eyes scrunched together. He crouched beside Yang Mingzhong, confronting him for an entire afternoon without any result, even as night fell.

Yang Mingzhong looked far more composed. After stating his mission, he sat there without further action, even leisurely lighting up a cigarette.

As if the identity of the assassin had nothing to do with him.

Hu Jiayao glanced at the pitch-black sky outside, unable to bear it any longer, and asked, "It’s already dark, Old Yang, are you going in or not? If you don’t, the leader will be back soon!"

Yang Mingzhong turned to glance at Hu Jiayao, then at Yin Zhi’en on the other side, and finally back at his system’s countdown before refocusing in the smoky air. "Let me finish this last cigarette first."

Hu Jiayao felt like he was about to collapse; this guy was really testing his patience. "You said the same thing an hour ago, and now you’re almost done with a whole pack! How many ’last cigarettes’ do you have? Can you do it or not?"

Yang Mingzhong turned to face Hu Jiayao, "If I go in now, will you help me or stop me?"

Hu Jiayao said nothing.

His thoughts hit a dead end. He couldn’t figure it out and didn’t know what to do. There was no Gu Jinxing to assist him here, nor was there a leader to guide him, and he was getting frustrated to death.

In extreme irritation, Hu Jiayao turned to look at Yin Zhi’en beside him, who nodded firmly at him, loudly conspiring, "If the assassin makes a move, as loyal subjects, we must do everything to ensure the queen’s safety, senior."

Hearing this frustrated Hu Jiayao even more. Yin Zhi’en wasn’t in their guild and only needed to fulfill his duty as a loyalist without the leader’s orders, unlike the dilemma he faced.

Hu Jiayao sighed, rubbed his face, and almost had smoke coming out of his head from frustration.

Meanwhile, Yang Mingzhong looked up at the system countdown again, then extinguished his cigarette after two puffs, stood up, and turned to face the door.

Hu Jiayao and Yin Zhi’en both turned to Yang Mingzhong with caution, while Yang Mingzhong seriously watched the doorway.

The door, as white as snow, was firmly shut at that moment.

Yang Mingzhong stepped back half a step, looked up at the door frame, "Ms. Guan, considering your relationship with the leader, I don’t want to forcefully break in. Could you do me a favor and open the door?"

Hu Jiayao thought Old Yang was out of his mind. What kind of robber tries to negotiate with the homeowner to get them to open the door willingly?

But just as he was mocking internally, he heard a "creak." To his astonishment, the white door actually opened inward automatically.

Hu Jiayao was shocked.

What was that supposed to mean? Was Guan Ailin’s true form some kind of Samoyed?

Before he could fully process it, Yang Mingzhong had already stepped inside.

The room was entirely white. At the edge of a bed that seemed to be made of snow, there indeed sat Wu Qing.

Seeing the three of them enter one by one, Wu Qing stood up cautiously, quickly retreating to a corner, assuming a defensive stance, and intently watched Yang Mingzhong, asking in a deep voice, "Are you... the assassin?"

Yang Mingzhong didn’t answer her question. His dagger was already drawn as he lunged forward, murmuring, "It’s my duty, no hard feelings!"

Seeing Yang Mingzhong’s dagger about to pierce Wu Qing’s chest, Yin Zhi’en lunged forward, shouting, "Do not harm her!"

In the midst of this frenzied moment, a message from the leader flashed through Hu Jiayao’s mind. Ultimately, unconditional obedience to the leader prevailed. He swiftly maneuvered himself to stand between Yang Mingzhong and Yin Zhi’en.

Grabbing Yin Zhi’en’s shoulder, he twisted hard, causing Yin Zhi’en to fall to the ground like a ragdoll.

Hu Jiayao was momentarily stunned. This boy looked frail, but he was even more fragile than he appeared. Hu Jiayao hadn’t used much force, and the guy went down just like that - too flimsy to withstand any attack.

While thinking this, he saw Wu Qing dodging Yang Mingzhong’s lunge with lightning speed. Simultaneously, blood sprayed from her orifices and body, quickly turning the once pure white room a shocking crimson.

Yang Mingzhong, being the closest to Wu Qing, was instantly soaked from head to toe in her blood.

Wu Qing shouted, "Retreat!"

The shout, thick and powerful like the ring of a large bell, carried the emperor’s authority, causing both Hu Jiayao and Yin Zhi’en to shiver involuntarily, and the white walls trembled as well.

The blood spraying from Wu Qing’s body had a strong psychological deterrent effect, in addition to her natural authoritative presence as a queen. Usually, such a shout would make players, especially lower-tier ones, instinctively retreat.

However, Yang Mingzhong didn’t retreat at all. He even advanced a step closer.

This man’s resolute nature amazed Queen Wu Qing, causing her to be momentarily dumbfounded and forget to resist.

Seizing the opportunity, Yang Mingzhong, bearing the pain in his leg, exerted all his strength to drive the dagger toward Wu Qing’s heart.

Seeing this, Hu Jiayao couldn’t remain still. He shouted "Stop!" and propelled himself like a leopard, lunging towards Yang Mingzhong.

Yang Mingzhong’s dagger had already torn Wu Qing’s outer garment, but at the last moment, Hu Jiayao, who suddenly jumped onto his back, knocked him to the ground, causing the dagger to fly out of his hand.

Hu Jiayao kicked the dagger into a corner, looked back at Yang Mingzhong, and was about to figure out how to restrain him when he saw Yang Mingzhong’s chest hit the floor due to Hu Jiayao’s previous momentum. He groaned, his face showing extreme pain as if Hu Jiayao had severely injured him, leaving him unable to attack again.

Hu Jiayao was bewildered.

This...

It was one thing for the frail-looking Yin Zhi’en to be subdued with one move; but how could Yang, who was so seasoned, also be knocked down and unable to get back up with just a move?

Hu Jiayao looked at his palm in disbelief.

He hadn’t even realized that he was terrifyingly strong!