Fortunately, those chaotic thoughts lingered in her mind for less than a tenth of a second. Then, before that crazy woman could charge at her, her body instinctively took over.
She casually tossed aside the shopping bags in her hands, then watched coldly as the other woman lunged at her in a frenzy. She watched as the two security guards behind her, who could barely walk steadily, staggered after the crazy woman while waving riot-control steel forks.
"Miss!"
"Run!"
"She's a murderous lunatic!"
The two security guards shouted loudly from behind. Beyond that, there was little else they could do.
However, Chen Ya was not afraid of the crazy woman charging at her with a knife, grinning maniacally.
Because during those dozen or so days in the wasteland world of "Blue Star," she had faced enemies far more terrifying than the crazy woman before her—countless times more terrifying.
For example, those Chaos cultists?
They were nothing like ordinary women wielding kitchen knives. They were monsters whose bodies and minds had been twisted by Chaos energy, chanting blasphemous prayers, possessed of immense strength, neither human nor ghost, armed with all manner of weapons and even supernatural abilities, and unwilling to stop until their targets were dead!
And then there were those Chaos natives!
They came in groups, brandishing rusty machetes, bone spears, and all sorts of miscellaneous weapons. Their eyes held nothing but the desire to kill. They were terrifying savages capable of dismembering a living person alive, even throwing them onto a fire to roast before eating them and piling up their skulls as decorations.
As for Chaos Space Marines, there was even less need to mention them!
They stood at least two and a half meters tall, wore power armor weighing hundreds of kilograms or even over a