PNB Chapter 285 I bet your guns are empty.
Chapter 285 I bet your guns are empty.
Qiong had given up on the idea of peaceful negotiations with the group of people in front of her.
Why do people need lamps? Because the sun sets, and people in the shadows need lamps to dispel the darkness. Lamps are indispensable in people's lives.
How can a company that sells lamps and provides lighting not think of improving itself or learning from others, but instead smash the better quality lamps to maintain its monopoly as the sole supplier? Is this human?
What's more, they even threatened him by capturing a sparrow? If Qiong were the kind of person who held grudges, he would have simply said, "How dare you threaten me? You've already committed suicide!"
"Don't move, Master Baishu. You don't want your head to explode and you never see Miss Songque again, do you?"
Seeing Qiong take out a new weapon they had never seen before, the intense heat of the Flame Spear even distorted the surrounding air. Feeling slightly uneasy, the woman subconsciously raised her hand again, pointing the dark muzzle at Qiong's head.
"They're all lamps, so why is there such a huge difference between them? Look at Scudder, look at Safrai..."
Qiong muttered to herself as she stuffed the "rice cake" into her clothes. Swords have no eyes; it wouldn't be good if she hurt this stupid snake.
"Sora, just teach them a lesson, don't kill them! If they die, history might be irreversibly altered..."
Kiana's worry is that history will be drastically altered, preventing them from returning home. If Qiong kills someone here, even using Fu Hua's mystical explanation, at the very least, she'll be tainted by karma, and the consequences...
Pine Sparrow will be killed, St. Freya's psychology teacher might be replaced by a complete stranger, and her interpersonal relationships will disappear or be replaced... Although Kiana would love for the future Pine Sparrow to go back to Mars, that doesn't mean she wants Pine Sparrow to die.
"I know that without you telling me!"
Qiong responded to Kiana with these words, while the Flame Spear in her hand formed a thin amber film in front of her—this thing was a tempered glass film on herself, but a plastic wrap on her teammates.
"I told you to stop, didn't you hear me?"
"Yeah, I heard you. But am I supposed to respond? Who is Song Que? What does it matter to me what she does? I don't know her at all. Do whatever you want."
Qiong tried his best to appear ruthless and heartless—if the Lantern Organization considered Matsujaku, who could be considered a friend, to be a weakness, as long as he acted cold and ruthless, the Lantern Organization might stop paying attention to Matsujaku... Even if they didn't, wouldn't it be the same to smash up the organization later?
But the blonde woman didn't believe it.
"That can't be right. The intelligence indicates that you lived with her for half a month. Isn't she your lover?"
"Who's her lover?!"
Hearing the blonde woman's outrageous statement, Qiong couldn't hold back anymore.
"A lover? Me, a conman covered in mahjong tiles and suffering from chronic malnutrition, as my lover? Do you think my taste is that bad? Let me tell you, I have someone I like! Song Que? He's just a temporary landlord! I don't have that much time to surrender to some stranger!"
Qiong's emotions clearly fluctuated as he swore and began to ramble incoherently and illogically, but he immediately forced himself to calm down.
Arguing is pointless; the best thing to do is shut her up. Who knows if that woman will continue to slander his innocence… He's completely devoted to Mei, okay?!
Therefore, Qiong stopped waiting for an opportunity and instead let out a cold laugh.
“Hey guys from the Lamp Organization, wanna make a bet? I’ll bet a dollar… no, I mean a lang. I’ll bet a lang, and you bet your lives. As for what we’re betting on… I bet your guns are out of bullets! If they’re out of bullets, you each give me a lang; if they are, you can keep your lives.”
"This bet is completely unequal!"
"What a joke, Bai Shu, aren't you being too arrogant? With so many of us and so many guns, how could you possibly think our guns—"
boom!
Qiong made a direct move, thrusting his flaming spear forward, sending a blazing flame towards the people in front of him—charging was not an option, as it would burn down the group and Song Que's wooden house.
Seeing Qiong make his move, the burly men facing Qiong, who had no time to react, were hit head-on and set ablaze. The surrounding burly men also hurriedly dodged to avoid being burned to a crisp.
"Hey, why aren't you getting out of the way! Put out the fire right now!"
If only the clothes catch fire, there's still hope. But if the fat catches fire... then it's all over.
"What are you waiting for? Shoot!"
Seeing this, the others raised their weapons and pulled the triggers, bullets raining down on Qiong. But when the bullets struck Qiong, they made a clanging sound. The bullets were all stopped by the amber-colored membrane, only causing ripples.
"Oh, you've won, your lives are spared."
With a deliberately languid voice, Qiong planted the blazing fire spear at her feet, and a wave of fire shockwaves emanated from her and swept outwards. The members of the Lamp Organization were terrified by the fire shockwaves and retreated hastily, while those burned by the flames let out painful screams.
"What is that? Everyone be careful, it's a monster!"
"Leave now, and no one will get hurt—cough cough, no one will die. Otherwise, I guarantee you'll all die!"
While verbally threatening the crowd, Qiong's hands didn't stop moving. She turned around, pulled out a baseball bat, and lightly struck the woman's smoking pistol, sending it flying.
She stared in horror, her eyes wide. Before she could react, Qiong rushed over, striking her waist with a stick and then kicking her knee. The woman screamed and collapsed to the ground.
"Go back and tell your boss that Galaxy Baseball Man beat you to a pulp. And don't try to threaten me with anyone!"
"You...do you know the consequences of going against the lamp!"
Although the blonde woman was lying on the ground, she was still stubborn. Looking at her clenched teeth and eyes full of resentment, Qiong really wanted to hit her in the face with a stick...
Qiong glanced at the members of the Light Organization around her and noticed that most of them looked fearful, while a few others were caught in a dilemma, staring at the woman lying on the ground.
Alas, self-interest. A Shadow Disaster has completely revealed human nature. Some people treat their jobs like dirt and only seek profit, while others uphold their principles and are willing to sacrifice themselves to fight the Shadows... And those profit-driven individuals are even willing to stain their hands with the blood of their compatriots (?) for their own gain.
"So, this isn't the first time you guys have done something like this, right? Come to think of it, how could you be the only ones who know how to deal with Shadows? You've probably cleared out or recruited the others, haven't you?"
The woman did not speak.
“You’re their leader, right? I’ve changed my mind. They can go, you stay! After they leave, you lead the way. I want to visit your organization.”
"do not want!"
The blonde woman's face instantly turned ugly upon hearing this. Send Qiong to the Lantern Organization headquarters? Given his current fighting prowess, showing no fear even of bullets, going to headquarters would be tantamount to causing trouble!
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Do you know why the Prince's "E" is different from Silky's? Because the Prince's "E" is not well learned.
I'm still revising the outline, so I'll keep it light today... but some of the ideas provided by fellow readers are quite interesting.