Twenty Hours of Close Protection

Inside the quiet club lobby, Nero was laid on a sofa by the wall. The tube containing the Enma Blade was casually placed on the table beside her.

The tube suddenly began to tremble violently. A streak of scarlet light shot out, and Nero, who had been lying there asleep, abruptly sat up.

Her eyes were still closed as the scarlet light fell into her palm... It was the Enma Blade.

Even with her eyes closed, her body seemed to instinctively assume a defensive stance. This was completely different from the boldness Luo Qiu remembered. She was like a drifting soul adrift in a sea of suffering, surrounded by a pack of wolves.

Only when the Enma Blade let out a soft hum did Nero slowly open her eyes. The battle instincts then faded from her, and that forthrightness rarely seen in a woman began to return.

"Uh... how long was I asleep?" Nero moved her arms while looking at Luo Qiu, who was leaning against the bar and reading, as well as You Ye, who was behind the counter.

"About an hour." Boss Luo smiled. "Your strength should have recovered by now. Is there anywhere else that feels uncomfortable?"

"Only an hour? Hmm..." Nero twisted her neck and looked over her body. In the end, she unexpectedly braced herself with both hands and gave her chest a few supportive squeezes before giving Boss Luo a thumbs-up, her smile radiant. "Absolutely perfect! As expected of you, Boss!"

"I've already collected the five souls," Luo Qiu said calmly.

"That was pretty cheap, huh?" Nero smiled unconcernedly. "I was worried it wouldn't be enough. After all, even the Enma Blade couldn't swallow those ghostly things wrapped around me."

"If you'd dragged it out for another day or two, it might really not