Where's the cute girl we were promised? She's completely wiped out S-rank dungeons!

Xu Jian suddenly turned around: "President! There's no need for this, it's so unethical. I'll go kill that girl and that pretty boy for you, then let her go?"

Fu Zhengyang glanced coldly at Wang Daqiang, as if he hadn't heard Xu Jian's words, and repeated them again:

"Are you deaf? Hurry up and do it!"

Xu Jian: "President!"

Although he didn't know what Fu Zhengyang was up to, Wang Daqiang figured he might as well take advantage of the freebie. He chuckled twice, grabbed An Xiaomei's braid hanging over her shoulder, and pulled her towards him.

"Since you've said that, President, then I... Ahhh—"

To everyone's surprise, An Xiaomei, who was crying, struggling, and weakly begging for mercy just a second ago, completely lost all fear and cowardice the next second. Her five fingers formed a claw, and she viciously clawed down at him:

[Ding~ Player "An Xiaomei" has used the skill "Crocodile Claws"]

Five deep bloody gashes started from his side waist, cut across his chest, and severed his throat!

A jet of blood spurted from his neck. Wang Daqiang screamed and fell to the ground. He took out a bottle of recovery potion from the prop store and hurriedly poured it into his mouth. The wound on his neck healed rapidly and visibly.

An Xiaomei straightened her hair, stood up as if she were a completely different person, patted her clothes, tilted her head to look at Fu Zhengyang, her pupils filled with disgust and murderous intent:

"So you're the one who let him touch me with those dirty hands?"

Xu Jian was stunned by this scene.

He had never liked Wang Daqiang because he was a coward, a lecherous and despicable man, clearly lacking any sense of morality. Therefore, he didn't care at all about Wang Daqiang's injury. His only surprise was how An Xiaomei, who had been so timid just moments before, had suddenly become so completely different.

Fu Zhengyang sneered:

"It's a pity, but if you can maintain this level of performance, our guild will not only not expel you, but will also give you the best resources."

I kindly recruited you, but you single-handedly killed five reserve members our guild had painstakingly trained. I'm willing to give you a chance to have your arrest warrant revoked and allow you to develop normally. You should be thanking me.

An Xiaomei raised her hand and admired her blood-stained fingernails:

"It's as if you helped me unconditionally. You got what you wanted, and I got what I wanted, so why should I thank you? Why don't you kneel down and kowtow to me to express your gratitude?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Jian couldn't stand it any longer. He stepped forward, carrying his twin swords, and threatened her: "Hey! How dare you speak to our leader like that!"

An Xiaomei gave him a disdainful look: "What are you yelling for? You bald guy, do you even have the right to speak here?"

Xu Jian: "?!"

What do you mean, "bald head"? He just felt that the hair on the top of his head was too hot!

"Alright, now follow my instructions."

Fu Zhengyang glanced disapprovingly at An Xiaomei, who had a contemptuous look on her face: "That newcomer on the other side named Qiao Ran has the ability to change his appearance, so the four of us need to come up with a code."

Fu Zhengyang's side had four people, but Song Yuan's side only had two, which meant that they had an absolute advantage in terms of seizing materials.

Especially with a material like sulfuric acid, the bottle was completely empty after the four people used it. But he guessed that the final product, the "love poison," could be plundered, so it couldn't be said that victory was assured.

But in his view, this was no different from a sure-win situation.

Do you think a newbie or a semi-newbie could possibly snatch something from him?

"Heh, split up. Start searching this building. If you find Song Yuan or Qiao Ran, don't kill them. Bring them to me."

He had promised on the game's forum that he would use the most brutal methods to kill the two murderers who killed his nephew in this instance.

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On the other side, Song Yuan and Qiao Ran, with flashlights in hand, pressed themselves against the wall and began their ascent from Building 8 to the other floors.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

During the day, the buildings are open to each other, but at night, a corridor appears between them, connecting the eight buildings and forming a real "heart".

Just as the two were about to pass through the first corridor, they faintly heard a rhythmic knocking sound ahead.

The only light in the corridor was the green glow emanating from the "Emergency Exit" sign. In the opposite corridor, a housewife dressed in casual clothes and wearing an apron stood against the wall, repeatedly banging her forehead against it.

"Why, why, why..."

"I gave everything for you... why did you still fall in love with someone else..."

[System notification: Night has fallen. On this moonlit night with few stars, it's the perfect time to feel heartbroken over unrequited love.]

At this time of year, wives heartbroken by love and their husbands often come to the hallway to vent their frustrations. Please don't pay them any attention; just walk past them.

"What kind of message is this? This NPC looks like a monster, yet it's telling the player not to attack."

After hearing the prompt, Qiao Ran muttered a complaint. Looking at Song Yuan beside her, she pointed with concern to the steel pipe in Song Yuan's hand, which was almost as tall as herself—Song Yuan had picked it up on the way here. Unbound weapons couldn't harm other players, but items in the dungeon could. Therefore, Song Yuan was using it as a temporary weapon.

"Are you sure you're okay using this as a weapon? It looks really heavy. Won't it be difficult to swing?"

"No," Song Yuan said, holding the steel pipe and weighing it in her hand. "This thing is so light, it doesn't feel solid at all."

Qiao Ran silently gave a thumbs up: "I'm really curious, just how strong is your grip? I knew those weapons that He Xiao got weren't good enough for you."

Song Yuan carried the steel pipe up and said, "You stay here, I'll go out and take a look. System prompts are never very reliable; she might have other forms of attack besides physical attacks."

Qiao Ran nodded: "Okay, then be careful."

In the corridor, the woman remained intently heartbroken over "love." Despite the bruise on her forehead, she continued scratching at the wall, oblivious to the fact that all her nails had fallen off. Seeing that she truly had no intention of attacking, Song Yuan put down the iron pipe and tapped it on the ground.

The sound of metal striking the floor tiles immediately drew the wife's attention. She jerked her head up—her cheeks were deeply sunken, and her skin was a deep purplish-blue, as if she had been beaten for a long time. Her eyes bulged out due to a lack of muscle and fat, and the whites of her eyes stared intently at her.