You Go Ahead, Don't Worry About Me

Seeing Yellow Hair Man's tragic death, the Tattooed Strongman was furious. Now the boss would surely come after him!

Although Yellow Hair Man was just a petty thief, he had connections for many troublesome tasks since joining their group. For instance, the hydraulic cutter used to break the supermarket's chains today was something he had spent a long time finding. The boss valued him quite highly.

Damn it, that kid was too careless.

Seeing the Tattooed Strongman's leg strike, Shen Yiyue rolled on the ground, quickly dodging it.

She immediately realized that she had a speed advantage, but absolutely could not engage in a contest of strength with this burly man. Although she had undergone many days of combat training, strength was not something that could be built up in a short time.

Missing his first attack, the Tattooed Strongman turned and threw another punch towards Shen Yiyue who had just rolled away.

This time Shen Yiyue was fully prepared. She ducked low to avoid the punch.

Her long blade slashed upwards at lightning speed.

But this Tattooed Strongman was no third-rate thug like Yellow Hair Man.

He quickly leaned back, moving almost simultaneously with Shen Yiyue's attack.

He had clearly anticipated her upward slash and dodged it.

Only then did Shen Yiyue have a chance to retreat, and the two immediately separated.

A light sheen of sweat ran down her forehead. Real combat was far more intense and complex than training.

Shen Yiyue decided to take the initiative. Otherwise, if the rest of the gang realized something was wrong and all rushed over, she would be doomed on her own.

Seeing Shen Yiyue's assault, the Tattooed Strongman's expression grew serious. Both he and Yellow Hair Man had underestimated this high school girl.

Shen Yiyue attacked constantly but never overextended - this was the tactic she had just come up with. As long as she caused damage, she would strike once and retreat, then repeat.

Although the strongman's strength was formidable, his speed was no match for Shen Yiyue's.

Despite his constant dodging and counterattacks, Shen Yiyue was like a mosquito, stinging and fleeing.

After a brief exchange, his clothes were already slashed in several places.

Faint traces of blood seeped through, irritating him to no end.

"Damn it!"

He knew he couldn't go on like this, so he suddenly pulled out the military dagger he had been carrying at his waist, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

The boss wanted her captured alive, but now it would depend on fate.

Now he no longer needed to constantly avoid Shen Yiyue's slashes, but could engage her with his dagger, leveraging his strength advantage.

The situation changed instantly. The strongman seized every opportunity to grapple with Shen Yiyue, trying to wear her down.

Soon, Shen Yiyue began to tire.

The strongman noticed this and, seizing the chance, forcefully clashed his dagger against Shen Yiyue's long blade, causing it to tilt.

An opening!

He stomped forward, quickly closing in on Shen Yiyue while she was staggering.

Shen Yiyue was startled and immediately tried to retreat.

But it was too late. The strongman's direct punch to her abdomen was like a cannonball being fired.

It struck Shen Yiyue's slender, snow-white waist with tremendous force!

She was instantly stunned, unable to even hold onto her blade, which clattered to the ground.

Breathing became extremely painful; that blow had likely knocked the wind out of her.

Her vision began to darken, and her whole body felt weak.

Before she could react, the strongman showed no intention of letting her go.

He had already circled behind her and locked her in a chokehold!

His strong, muscular arm was as hard as steel, gripping Shen Yiyue's throat so tightly it nearly lifted her off the ground.

Shen Yiyue struggled desperately to resist, her hands and feet constantly striking the strongman behind her.

But having just taken a heavy blow to her abdomen and now with her throat constricted, what little strength she had left was almost gone.

The Tattooed Strongman could only feel what seemed like 'little fists pounding his chest' in resistance.

He snarled viciously in Shen Yiyue's ear:

"You bitch, daring to kill one of our men! You'll learn what it means to wish you were dead!"

The military dagger was pressed against Shen Yiyue's neck, instantly signaling the end of the fight.

Shen Yiyue dared not struggle anymore.

The sharp blade against her neck was already causing a slight stinging sensation.

But at the thought of falling into the hands of these men, her eyes couldn't help but reveal despair.

Rather than waiting to be violated, she'd rather die!

The Tattooed Strongman greedily inhaled the sweet scent of the young girl, his eyes roving over Shen Yiyue's alluring figure before him.

It was as if he was already savoring the fruits of victory in advance.

But just then!

A blood-covered figure descended from above.

It was a silver-haired little girl wielding a Crimson Tang Sword, her eyes blood-red.

Her beautiful silver-white hair fluttered as she landed, then gently settled around her delicate face.

She wore a blood-stained, tattered sailor uniform, with many places torn as if by some creature.

Through the tears, one could see bandages underneath, with blood faintly seeping through.

The Tattooed Strongman and Shen Yiyue, still in his grip, were both stunned.

Shen Yiyue's face first lit up with extreme joy. At her most desperate moment, Ning Yu had returned. She couldn't help but cry out:

"Xiao Yu!"

But immediately after, her expression froze in shock and dismay.

For she saw that Ning Yu, upon landing, was struggling to catch her breath, barely using the sword in her hand to prop herself up as she slowly stood.

More blood was visibly beginning to seep through her bandages, gradually staining them red.

"You're injured! How did it get so serious?!"

She then worriedly exclaimed, feeling the situation had become even more dire.

If Ning Yu had been in perfect condition, she firmly believed she would certainly be saved.

But now seeing Ning Yu in this severely injured, extremely strained state,

She felt a chill run through her body. While heartbroken for Ning Yu, she once again felt despair, her emotions like a roller coaster.

Ning Yu raised her crimson eyes, staring at the Tattooed Strongman who had captured Shen Yiyue, and spoke in an icy voice:

"Let her go."

The strongman had never seen such a beautiful little girl, nor had he ever seen someone with such a heavy killing intent.

Under Ning Yu's terrifying blood-red gaze, the strongman felt a chill down his spine, experiencing an unprecedented sense of crisis.

It was as if the cute and petite girl before him was a battlefield butcher who had slain thousands.

He didn't know why he should fear a severely injured little girl, but his voice couldn't help but betray his bravado:

"Put... put down your weapon! Or I'll kill your sister!"

He assumed the silver-haired little girl who had descended from the sky was the younger sister of the beautiful young woman in his grasp.

At this moment, Shen Yiyue, as if having made some sort of decision, cried out sorrowfully to Ning Yu:

"Xiao Yu, run away quickly!"

"There are more than a dozen of them in the supermarket, don't worry about me!"

Ning Yu, injured so severely, couldn't possibly survive an assault by over ten people.

Forcing Ning Yu to save her would only result in both of their deaths.

Two clear tears streamed down Shen Yiyue's cheeks as she felt immense pain.

Shen Yiyue didn't want to die at all; she still wanted to see her sister and family.

But at this moment, she had made an active choice.

Ning Yu, however, didn't listen to Shen Yiyue's words.

She slowly raised her sword-wielding hand, then released her grip on the weapon, seemingly intending to comply with the Tattooed Strongman's threat.

Seeing this, Shen Yiyue felt even more desperate. Her tears flowed uncontrollably, and her eyes began to lose focus.

She dared not imagine what would happen to her and Ning Yu, two young girls, in the hands of these ruthless criminals.

The Tattooed Strongman also revealed a cunning sneer, waving his military dagger near Shen Yiyue's neck:

"That's right, be a good girl, and I won't hurt her!"

In his mind, he thought: No matter how scary you look, you still have to obey me!

Just as he smugly believed everything was over, he was shocked to see:

The Crimson Tang Sword slowly falling from the silver-haired little girl's hand didn't hit the ground, but instead dissolved and vanished in mid-air!

What was going on?

The strongman was startled by this strange sight.

At the same time, a silver-white sleeve crossbow had materialized in the same magical manner on the silver-haired little girl's snow-white arm!