"Chu Zi, I haven't seen you in a while. Have you been on some mission?" Jiang Han leaned closer, placing both hands on the counter.
Chu Yujun let out a bizarre laugh.
"A mission, yes. One of Rainy Night Club's affiliated otherworlds had an insect infestation. It wasn't too serious, so Gu Bao and I went to deal with it..."
The corners of her mouth curved high, while her eyes were opened wide.
Put that smile in a horror movie, and she would be a textbook unhinged serial killer.
"That killing spree felt great." She said it with utter enjoyment, then lit a cigarette as if savoring the memory. As she smoked, she shared her experience with Jiang Han. "The insect race comes in two types. One has its individual will suppressed to almost nothing—there's no thrill in killing those. The other is military-style: the main body gives orders, while the individuals have wills of their own but obey commands... Those are much more fun to kill. They scream, they run, and they aren't very strong. One Magic Missile from me can punch through more than a dozen."
Jiang Han rolled her eyes, took out paper and pen, and filled in the shopping form. "Heh, sounds like you had a wonderful time... Get me the replay footage of yesterday's '95–'96 Cat Golf Championship. You recorded it, right?"
"Of course we did... Sigh, a witch's life is truly dull and flavorless. If bugs like these didn't come rushing in to entertain us, I'd have to wait until the end of the month to vent at the hunting grounds." Chu Zi stretched lazily. Clearly, after killing to her heart's content, she had entered the lethargic phase witches commonly experienced, also known as the 'salted-fish phase.'
Watching her slowly head upstairs to pick