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

The voice was soft and shrill, sounding particularly piercing. She initially thought it was the voice of a monster or an NPC, but what she saw was actually a burly man:

Inside the room, Wang Daqiang was sweeping the living room, holding a broom in one hand and a dustpan in the other.

He cried as he cleaned, his voice strained. He complained that the players could take off their aprons at night, but Wang Daqiang, who had avoided aprons during the day, was now wearing them on his own initiative. Moreover, he had left his own apron in the room when he went out and found an old one from somewhere, which was covered with mold and cockroach eggs.

His face was filled with numbness and despair, as if his world would collapse if he didn't clean the room properly.

Seeing this bizarre scene, Song Yuan stood speechless at the door for a moment, then without hesitation, pushed the door open, grabbed the water pipe, rushed forward, and smashed it at vital points:

Although I don't know what this guy is up to, taking him down is one less thing to worry about.

Unfortunately, the noise of the door opening startled Wang Daqiang. He seemed to be immersed in a dream, and the external force disturbed him, instantly restoring his previously vacant gaze.

[Ding~ Player "Wang Daqiang" has used the weapon "The Reckless Man's Heavy Hammer"]

[Ding~ Player "Wang Daqiang" has used the skill "Enhancement". Please confirm the enhancement area? Player "Wang Daqiang" has confirmed the enhancement area is the right hand. The skill is in effect, with a usage time of 6 hours and a cooldown time of 1 hour...]

A simple wooden handle and a steel hammer appeared in Wang Daqiang's hand. He roared and gripped the handle tightly with his enhanced right hand. The hammerhead collided with the steel water pipe, sparking a bright flash of light—although Song Yuan was not knocked back, the items in the dungeon had limited hardness, and she was broken by Wang Daqiang's hammer halfway through.

She decisively discarded the seemingly sturdy water pipe and dodged the attack with a quick movement.

After Wang Daqiang repelled her, his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground, vomiting a large amount of dark brown liquid.

[System Notification: Player "Wang Daqiang", your sanity has decreased by 10 points, current sanity is 45]

Song Yuan frowned; she didn't want to see this scene, so she simply covered her mouth and nose and left the room. An Xiaomei quickly ran up and stood behind her. After vomiting, Wang Daqiang ran out of the room, his face full of humiliation, pointing a sledgehammer at them, his tone utterly broken:

"Aaaaah—you two bitches, what did you do to me?! What did you do?! Where's Qiao Ran...aren't you two in cahoots?! Where's Qiao Ran?!"

An Xiaomei was so frightened by his manic behavior that she clung tightly to Song Yuan's clothes. Song Yuan raised her chin unhappily—the two things she disliked most were stains and being blamed.

However, she was confused. Why did Wang Daqiang care so much about Qiao Ran at a time like this?

"It's not like I made you wear that thing and strain your voice while cleaning the room. Maybe your mental state is too low and you've been assimilated."

Hearing her say that, Wang Daqiang finally noticed the apron he was wearing. To show his masculinity, he immediately pulled it off and stomped on it a few times.

"Shut up! All of you shut up! You two *women*, you didn't see or hear anything, understand?"

Thankfully, Qiao Ran wasn't there. Although Qiao Ran hadn't specifically mentioned it to Song Yuan, he and Wang Daqiang actually had a grudge against each other.

You see, Wang Daqiang often picked up the men and women his club president had tired of and took them home for his own pleasure. This was right after his promotion, when he was at the height of his success. One time, he got drunk and, before his president had even had his fill, he started clinging to Qiao Ran, trying to seduce her.

Qiao Ran immediately complained to the puppeteer. Sure enough, in the next dungeon, the puppeteer threw him into the blood pool and watched him being chased by the pool of water ghosts, screaming and yelling, until he was barely clinging to life before being pulled out.

Actually, Qiao Ran didn't take it seriously. Only Wang Daqiang felt that Qiao Ran had offended him and wanted revenge.

However, if Qiao Ran were really here and saw this scene, he would definitely order the best camera from the system store immediately, film it, post it on the game forum, and then laugh at him for two hours while clutching his stomach.

An Xiaomei, hiding behind Song Yuan, was deathly pale when Song Yuan suddenly patted her forearm. Looking up, she saw Song Yuan staring at her solemnly, and An Xiaomei suddenly had a bad feeling:

"Song...Song Yuan, what's wrong?"

Song Yuan calmly said, "Since this is a collaboration, you can't keep hiding behind me forever. You understand that, right?"

An Xiaomei nodded uneasily, then suddenly felt like crying again: "I...I understand! I...I won't hold you back!"

Song Yuan pulled her out from behind her and threw her aside. Looking at Wang Daqiang, who was charging at her with a heavy hammer, she assumed a fighting stance.

"Your strength is relatively weak, so I'll hold him back. During this time..."

"You're in charge of assassinating him, can you do it?"

"Those two brats are dreaming!"

Wang Daqiang was so angry at his words that he was practically fuming. Song Yuan was an E-level player, and An Xiaomei was a B-level player. These two dared to think they could kill him on the first night. It was the biggest insult to him, an A+ level player!

The seemingly heavy hammer, carrying a gust of wind, slammed down towards Song Yuan's petite figure. Surprisingly, the feel of this blow was off; there was neither the soft sensation of flesh bursting open nor the recoil of striking a cold weapon.

This was the first time someone had actually caught his attack with their bare hands. Immediately following was a tremendous pulling sensation:

Song Yuan not only emerged unscathed, but also dragged him, hammer and all, towards her—what a pity, she genuinely thought Wang Daqiang's weapon was quite good; at least it didn't feel light and flimsy in her hands, it had a bit of substance. Wouldn't it be great if she could kill him, get the weapon, and bind it to her?

An Xiaomei stood rooted to the spot, only then realizing that she should seize this opportunity to kill Wang Daqiang. Trembling and gritting her teeth, she was preparing her attack when everything went black again.