Cosmic-Level Demon God
Chapter 199 - 137: A Thought Blossoms, The Witch Arrives_2

Chapter 199: Chapter 137: A Thought Blossoms, The Witch Arrives_2

Qin Shi verified the details and handed it back, but he still kept a safe distance.

"You don’t follow only the Martial Artist path?"

The document revealed a lot of information and explained Wang Yongjie’s background clearly.

"I major in the Patrol Unit’s redeployment of [Hidden Cicada Battle Technique] and a Spiritual Ability System exclusive skill "Netherworld Teleportation"."

The honest-looking Wang Yongjie replied.

So he specializes either in stealth or teleportation to escape!

Qin Shi twitched his lips. This guy invested all his talent in survival.

"If we encounter any insurmountable danger, I can get you out of the restricted zone..."

The more Wang Yongjie spoke, the less confident he became. From the earlier performance, it seemed this Qin brother, highly valued by the head of the Patrol Unit, was more like a Hunter.

"Let’s complete the task first. If needed, I will inform you, Jie."

Qin Shi looked at the predatory mark that resembled a red ribbon. It was hard to reach the restricted zone, how could he return empty-handed?

He returned to the bar and seriously began cleaning the battlefield. From the bulletproof vest pocket on Qin De’s chest, he retrieved small pieces of "spoils."

These included drugs with stimulant effects that could temporarily enhance combat power, identification documents, and a portable recorder.

The latter only had two dry batteries and wouldn’t cause strong electronic fluctuations. It mainly recorded videos, even if law enforcement personnel were sacrificed, this item belonged to the first sequence of items to be recovered.

"He even knew to turn it off before starting."

Qin Shi smiled and tossed it to Wang Yongjie.

"Take it, Yongjie. Collaborating with criminals to harm teammates is also prosecutable. In other words, their recorders can earn extra points."

Such arrogant words from a killer!

Wang Yongjie twitched. From Qin Shi’s tone, it seemed like he regarded all active criminals in the restricted zone, including the escaping Zheng Que, as food to be gobbled up with a meal.

[Basic achievement - Automatic Pickup activated]

After a brief rest, Qin Shi, ready to continue the pursuit, suddenly sensed the Monument Panel flashing faintly.

...

...

Central City, mountain highway, Nanhuang Daoist School’s Third Senior Sister Yu Weiwei, wearing casual loose sportswear and jeans, stood with her clean sneakers on the ground.

It had drizzled last night, and the asphalt road was dark. She walked calmly with her hands in her pockets and finally stood quietly in the center, waiting for the speeding supercar.

It was a luxury supercar of the Weilong series, worth more than seventy million, equipped with a four-turbo engine, with a top speed of 407 km/h. The car weighed nearly two tons, almost driving like lightning on the mountain highway, cutting through the roaring wind.

The person in the car was the Qin Family’s sixth son of Central City, Qin Xiaokang. The area’s most notorious playboy, being the youngest and the most pampered, developed an arrogant personality.

This Qin sixth son frequently appeared in various Central City evening papers. From spending lavishly to pursue female celebrities, throwing money in busy markets, to booking all hotels in bustling areas to host extravagant parties for a smile from beauties, sensational stories were endless.

One could say he alone could sustain a dozen third-rate tabloids and hundreds of paparazzi, satiating the curiosity of countless onlookers in Central City.

"Kang Shao, there’s someone in front..."

The female companion in the co-pilot seat, who was enjoying Qin Xiaokang’s fondling, noticed a figure standing in the middle of the road.

Obviously high, Qin Xiaokang’s eyes widened, but his consciousness lagged, his brain unresponsive, still pressing the accelerator!

This segment of the mountain road was private property, leading to the Qingyun Coast where high-ranking officials resided, rarely having vehicles, let alone pedestrians.

"Gonna get nagged by Mom again!"

Qin Xiaokang thought helplessly, eyes wide open, anticipating the bloody scene to stimulate his nerves dulled by lust, alcohol, and drugs.

Rumble!

Yu Weiwei raised her hand, five fingers open.

Her hair fluttered, the black braid on her chest dancing in the wind.

Swoosh!

A translucent flower bloomed in the air!

The over seventy-million-worth Weilong supercar, less than two meters before Yu Weiwei, seemed to crash into an invisible iron wall at full speed, the front crumbling instantly, triggering the airbags.

The immense kinetic force crushed steel and carbon fiber, breaking it into pieces, glass shards flying, grazing Qin Xiaokang’s cheeks. His chest felt hammered, almost making him vomit blood.

If not for his developed Life Force, he would have died instantly.

Creaking!

The grating tearing sound pierced Qin Xiaokang’s eardrums, the car roof slowly peeled open. An invisible force restrained and dragged him out of the wreckage like tentacles.

"I have Central City Grade Four security! If you target me, you’re mistaken!"

Qin Xiaokang finally sobered up, his rich background providing him with the experience to deal with kidnappers:

"This road is sealed; once the alarm is triggered, ground and air forces from my security team will rush here. If... you just seek money, take the millions..."

He wasn’t lying. At the road’s end, two black cars sped forward, and in the distance, like tiny black dots, several helicopters approached.

As known, the status and treatment of the descendants from Central City’s major families often depended on their security investment.

The more they spent on professional and powerful security, the higher they were valued by the family.

The two cars braked suddenly, seven or eight well-equipped men with sunglasses and bulletproof vests split into different formations, closing in on Yu Weiwei.

"All Specialized Level bodyguards, though not having earned Martial Artist titles, are not bad."

Yu Weiwei remained calm, asking softly:

"Qin Xiaokang, do you recognize me?"

Qin Family’s sixth son couldn’t figure out who this lady was. Logically, with such exceptional looks and temperament, he’d remember her.

"I’ve been away from Heng Province for so long, and Senior Brother Shen has been gone for years. You bunch really forgot the pain after the scar healed."

Yu Weiwei’s tone grew cold, enveloped in an imposing force field, her gaze murderous.

Despite professional training, those bodyguards, even ex-military, halted, another translucent flower blooming!

Swoosh!

Seven or eight Martial Arts Path elites froze, bodies bound, unable to move a finger, thoughts frozen solid.

Yu Weiwei pointed again, her Spirit Flower, massive as a millstone, enveloped the helicopters, twisting them into metal clumps before they could fire.

"Your security team is inadequate. Qin Xiaokang, go tell your father and Ying Lin, cowering in the Little Red Building."

Yu Weiwei calmly threatened:

"If they extend their hands to Tai’an again, Nanhuang Daoist School will chop them off and remove their heads."

Senior Brother Shen?

Nanhuang Daoist School?

Qin Xiaokang seemed to recall something terrifying, shuddered.

Facing armed lunatics!

If they made such threats, they’d execute them.

"You are... the ’Witch’ from Nanhuang Daoist School!"

Qin Xiaokang remembered the school’s master had nine disciples.

The first, Jie Xusheng, a famous research lunatic, leading terrorism in the institute.

The second, Shen Changyuan, would have inherited the mantle, but was killed by Ying Qi from the Ying Family.

The third, Yu Weiwei, the Southwest United Four National Universities’ top Spiritual Ability System student who created the SS-level "Spirit Flower" Combat Technique.

Called the Witch, whose single thought could bloom flowers, ruling with terrifying lethality.

Once helped with Netherworld forces at the Taiyin Ancient Star, destroying tens of thousands of creatures, earning the title of Witch.

"If you want to cling to the Ying Family’s thigh, reconsidering your head’s hardness!"

Yu Weiwei hooked her pinky like plucking strings. Her mental manipulation tightened like chains, tearing Qin Xiaokang’s resilient skin, turning him into a bloody mess!

Ignoring his screams, she stood on the mountain highway, gazing towards Tai’an.

Wondering if Master had caught any big fish.