Chlorine Sodium's Arknights

The sky had already darkened. Ursus and Lungmen had a time difference of several hours, so what should have been daytime in Ursus had already fallen completely dark.

Because she still wasn't quite used to the time difference, Yelena's bedtime was pushed back considerably.

But her sister had gone out.

This was something she was accustomed to; it seemed many people needed her sister's help.

However...

"Life is like a plant, slow and peaceful. That's the way to live."

This was a phrase her sister often repeated. Did it mean one should live life well?

Yelena didn't quite understand her sister completely yet.

But the sense of security she felt wasn't fake.

"Take good care of it. This thing is quite delicate."

That was a gift from their neighbor, a potted four-leaf clover on the balcony.

Her sister had given it to her when they moved in, a gift from the kind old lady next door.

Her sister said that the meaning of a four-leaf clover was happiness and hope.

Just like those words, after leaving Ursus, her life seemed to have become completely peaceful.

Or rather.

The girl, once tormented by nightmares of the past, was brought back to this world by a silver-haired girl.

No more cold, no more of the black masks that represented oppression in Ursus.

There was only... ordinary daily life.

Everything was too real, so real that the past felt like a dream.

A nightmare that she would forget as soon as she woke up.

Perhaps, it really was just a dream.

Standing on a wooden stool placed below the balcony, the petite girl could barely reach the height of the flower.

She grabbed the watering can with both hands and filled it with water from the tap, ready to water the plant tomorrow.

Watered once every two days, it liked sunlight, and its life force was strong. Now, the leaves of the four-leaf clover were tightly furled.

Only when the sun rose the next day would they unfurl again.

Life is like a plant.

Her sister really did like to say things that were hard to understand.

But undeniably, a smile could now be seen on the girl's face.

If things continued like this, perhaps the shadows and nightmares of this world would no longer trouble her...

If things continued.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Was her sister back?

Her sister always brought her delicious food whenever she returned.

So, every time her sister went out, the biggest surprise was guessing what delicious food she would bring back this time!

The girl happily hopped off the stool, skipping to the door, ready to open it.

Wait?

Open the door?

Her tender, white little hand froze on the doorknob.

Did her sister always knock when she came back every day?

No, her sister had never given her a key! The key was always with her sister.

Since the key was always in her sister's hand, why would she knock?

The cold touch sent a shiver of fear through the girl.

The entire space seemed to shrink, an inexplicable sense of oppression enveloping her heart.

Who was outside the door?!

She suddenly withdrew her hand, took a few steps back, and the previous knocking sound seemed to vanish like an illusion, never to be heard again.

The door, which seemed a bit tall compared to her, was now shrouded in shadow.

Did someone knock on the wrong door?

Or did she mishear?

The silence of the room now highlighted its deathly stillness.

There was no sound.

Perhaps she had misheard.

In an instant, the seemingly sturdy wooden door exploded outwards!

"Ugh!!"

The explosion seemed to come from outside, sending countless fragments flying in all directions. And along with the destruction of the door, there appeared...

A man's ferocious face, holding a baseball bat!

"I told you, there's no good end for anyone who dares to mess with our Black Hand Gang!"

The man roared, and around him were dozens of other figures, looking like local thugs. Some held sticks, others carried pipes, and some even had machetes.

"Hm?"

As the man barged into the small clinic, he glanced at the tiny figure in front of him, a look of surprise on his face.

Why was this little brat still awake at this hour? Shouldn't the one opening the door be that bitch doctor?!

"Boss, there's... only a kid here."

The thug beside him also saw the child, but the place was empty, with no adults in sight. Where was the woman the boss mentioned?

"What adult or child? You're new, I can tell. No one's too big or too small here! Smash everything!"

Holding his bat, the thug leader was clearly much more confident this time. After all, he'd brought people with him and they had weapons. Last time, he was caught off guard by a surprise attack. This time, with backup, he wasn't scared of anything anymore!

"You dare!"

"Hey, you little brat, you got lucky with that sneak attack last time, but look at me now! I'll break your legs this time!!"

Thugs aren't like organized crime syndicates; they're criminal gangs living at the bottom of society, with very low lows and very low highs.

Saying this, and showing no mercy to a child, the thug leader swung his bat directly at Yelena's head.

However, the little girl did not instinctively retreat in fear of the bat attack as the thug leader had expected.

Instinct is about avoiding harm, but sometimes instinct doesn't help one survive; instead, it can cause greater damage.

The baseball bat wasn't long. If she had retreated, the kinetic energy of the swing would have been maximized.

The technique of close-quarters combat, on the other hand, goes against human instinct.

It emphasizes getting up close and personal, grappling and fighting with your enemy!

Instead of retreating, the girl advanced. The bat swung down, but only the handle grazed the girl's shoulder.

"Wh...!!"

Yelena absorbed the attack with her shoulder, then suddenly hooked the man's right arm, which was holding the bat, with her right hand. With her clenched left fist, she suddenly threw a punch!!

The man screamed and was sent flying backward again. This time, because the girl had restrained one of his arms, he took almost the full force of the punch!

After being sent flying and knocking over several of his subordinates, the entire group of thugs froze for a few seconds.

No one expected a child to send their boss flying in an instant.

What was going on????

Soon, the man spat out the blood from his mouth and yelled furiously.

"What the hell are you looking at? What are you waiting for? Get him all at once!!"

Only then did the group of thugs react, grabbing their weapons and swarming towards the girl.

Even weak hyenas, if numerous enough, would dare to snatch food from in front of a lion!!!

ps: Chapter recommendation @ "Me! Exusiai's Sister, Will Not Go Down Easily"

A lighthearted and fun read that's [full of killing intent], [a carnival for villains] with lots of sweet moments and cuddling.

I just remembered, I can recommend my own book, right? I can, right? Right?

Hehehe, so if you're interested, you can check it out. Think of it as driving some traffic for myself, hehehe.

Section 44 Chapter 44 [The Choice]

As the saying goes.

"She's alone, let's go at her together!"

The man shouted, and these vicious guys were naturally skilled at street brawls.

It's not certain how much skill they had, but when it came to ruthlessness, these thugs were indeed a tough bunch.

Even against a child, they could still strike, and even harder.

The crowd surrounded the girl in the cramped room, then swung their clubs wildly!

The whistling wind sounded in Yelena's ears. The girl simply tilted her head out of habit, and the club passed through the air.

A slight difference can lead to a thousand miles of error. The slight dodge caused the attack to graze her hair, but this blow left the attacker wide open.

The girl suddenly leaped back, dodging the long blade lunging at her. It looked as if she were about to throw herself into the arms of the attacker behind her.

However, her lean body, mid-air, swung her arm, her upper body twisting her waist, allowing the girl to turn in the air with the swing of her limbs.

And her clenched left fist, already coiled, suddenly exploded outwards!

It was an attack from below and close-up, and the power released by her small frame was astonishing.

That punch landed squarely on the man's left waist.

The man could only curl up and fall to the ground, but Yelena had already found her next target.

Her close-quarters combat style made it difficult for opponents to land their blades. Every attack involved grappling with the enemy. The distance maintained prevented her accomplices from offering timely support. If they attacked carelessly, they might hit their own allies.

This way, she had her opponents tied up, while Yelena was like a young wolf charging into a flock of sheep. As soon as she took one down, she immediately found the next, defeating them one by one.

In an instant, more and more thugs lay on the ground. The larger group of thugs, despite their numbers, couldn't surround their opponent at all!

This will work.

One punch deflected an opponent's parry, an Iron Mountain Lean sent an opponent crashing out of the crowd, and she seamlessly followed up with a downward chopping palm strike to another person's neck.

This is messed up.

The girl was like a white cannonball flying everywhere. Wherever she passed, a thug would be left groaning on the ground. She was too fast to see, and despite being the one with the numbers advantage, her opponents were overwhelmed.

But the girl fought her way through seven times, exiting seven times. Her short stature, instead, became a better form of protection, making her hard to hit and eerily agile.

Moreover, her moves looked legitimate, but she used any means necessary in a fight.

She even resorted to stomping on their feet.

Have they run into a tough opponent?