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

Qiao Ran nimbly flashed behind Song Yuan. Song Yuan grabbed her wrist with one hand to block the attack. The skill [Crocodile Claws] was still on cooldown, so An Xiaomei couldn't use it.

Amidst her curses, Song Yuan easily twisted her hands behind her back and swiftly tied her up.

Qiao Ran put one hand on her hip and adjusted her hair:

"See, I tricked him out of it~ I told you I had a way, but Wei Dayou isn't that bad, I think it's alright, right?"

"Thank goodness you! Why don't you change your name to that? You bastard! I've been wanting to get rid of you for ages, you blondie. What are you doing, dressing up like that and strutting around in front of me? Can't you get lost?!"

Qiao Ran: "Wow...that's really dirty."

"Alright, that's enough."

Song Yuan looked at An Xiaomei with a warning: "I called you out for no other reason than to negotiate with you."

"Who wants to negotiate with you!" "An Xiaomei" raised her head fiercely, glaring at her with venomous hatred. "If you want to kill me, hurry up and do it. But before you do, whether the other 'An Xiaomei' will die with me is something you need to consider!"

"You don't need to threaten me with your lives. What I want has never been your lives."

Song Yuan rested her chin on the hilt of the knife, squatted down in front of her to look her in the eye, and asked, "Before that, let me ask you a question. You said before that you have a wish that you absolutely want to fulfill. What is that wish?"

Upon hearing this, "An Xiaomei" stopped struggling, glanced at her suspiciously, and revealed a wicked smile:

Why should I tell you?

Qiao Ran slowly walked forward, touching the scales on her chest:

"Then I'll have to use my skill~ Let me explain first, this skill of mine can make players below A-rank obey my every command like puppets. Are you sure you want me to use this to force you to say it?"

Actually, his skill wasn't off cooldown yet. But apart from Song Yuan, none of the four people present knew the exact cooldown time of his skill.

Sure enough, An Xiaomei's face instantly turned dark, she gasped and kicked him forcefully:

"Hey! You blondie—get away from me! What makes you so great? Just say it!"

Fortunately, this experience wasn't an abyss of suffering for An Xiaomei, but rather a medal of victory. She licked her lips and began to recount it excitedly:

"My wish is to go back to when we first got married, and while there's still time, to repay that person for everything they did to me, little by little!"

This time, Song Yuan finally heard the complete version of the incident.

An Xiaomei's husband did indeed beat her frequently during their five-year marriage, causing her unbearable pain on many occasions; she wanted to end her life, but gave up due to her strong will to live deep inside.

Five years later, one day her husband came home drunk and beat An Xiaomei again, when an unexpected event occurred: the alternate personality "An Xiaomei" was born.

In the minds of the strong, small animals like mice and rabbits would not resist.

An Xiaomei's husband thought so too, so when "An Xiaomei" raised the bottle and smashed it on him, knocking him unconscious, he was still completely dazed.

When he regained consciousness and senses, the man found himself gagged and tied to a chair—he had been locked in a dark room by the alternate personality "An Xiaomei," a place he usually used to punish "her."

The man cursed and struggled wildly, roaring in despair. Unfortunately, he had personally decorated this dark room to isolate all sound, trapping this helpless woman inside and subjecting her to all sorts of inhuman torture.

The boomerang ended up hitting itself. After the alternate personality "An Xiaomei" was born, it took over An Xiaomei's body. For fifteen days, she imprisoned him in this small room and reenacted everything the man had done to her and everything he hadn't done to her.

She severed the nerves in his limbs, stuck needles into his tongue, poured chili water and white vinegar into his eyes... She beat him when she was in a good mood, she beat him when she was in a bad mood, and she beat him without saying a word when she was in a neutral mood.

Because this is how this man has treated her for the past five years.

Unfortunately, her husband was too busy with work; he was a key member of his company. Eventually, she couldn't hide it any longer. While she was out buying groceries, her husband's colleagues came to her door and called the police.

After a hospital check-up, it was discovered that this elite man had been almost crippled by her. He could no longer move his limbs, went blind, and was also traumatized.

At the same time, she was diagnosed with "antisocial personality disorder" and severe "paranoia". After the trial, she was sent to a mental hospital for long-term treatment.

"But that's not enough!"

An Xiaomei gritted her teeth fiercely and sneered:

"Compared to me, what's the price he paid?! I want to go back to the day we got married. This time I'm sure I won't fail. I'm going to make him live in hell for the next five years..."

"..."

All three fell silent. Now Song Yuan understood: this wasn't just an ordinary fight between husband and wife; had that incident really escalated to this extent?!

After understanding the members' basic needs, Song Yuan said:

"...You can achieve the same goal if you join our guild. The Midnight Souls guild has severe class oppression; you've been there for a while, so you should know better than I do. You're just a pawn used by the guild to win the championship; you've never been a member of their team."

Qiao Ran nodded in agreement, "Who says otherwise? There's no future in following them. Anyway, you're not exactly loyal to Fu Zhengyang as your leader, so why not join us? Our guild is very united and friendly!"

Upon hearing this, An Xiaomei sneered and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Of course, it's just the two of you. You two are always alone together, how could you not be in love?"