Bewitched by Beauty

Once the blonde woman was hit, the middle-aged guard already sensed something was wrong, but he still didn't stop.

Because he hated this woman deeply—all the injuries on his body were her doing! So even though he knew something was off at the time, he still emptied the entire magazine in a fit of vengeful fury. Since the Super Armor Potion's duration was about to end, if he didn't severely wound her, she'd counterattack and kill him the moment it wore off.

Then, after calming down and thinking it through, the middle-aged guard saw the Blood Spider appear. Once he steadied himself, he immediately realized a skilled black magic enemy was lurking nearby, lying in wait. Without knowing Fang Linyan's true strength, he could only assess the situation from the worst-case scenario. So he chose to abandon everything and return to his Nightmare Space.

The middle-aged guard did entertain the thought of gambling, but in his calculations, Fang Linyan had only made one move since entering the door—meaning this guy was almost entirely at peak condition. His own side had already played all its trump cards and was heavily wounded, while the opponent remained mysterious and unpredictable. If he misjudged, the cost would be his precious life!

When given a choice, any normal person would decisively cut their losses.

Seeing the middle-aged guard vanish, Fang Linyan let out a long breath. If the guy had really insisted on staying, he would've had to run too. After all, Fang Linyan had too few cards to play, and the opponent was far stronger.

By now, the massive venue was completely empty—the gunfire had sent all the bystanders fleeing. Fang Linyan charged out from the corner, rushing straight toward the heavily wounded, gasping blonde woman, shouting with heartfelt sincerity:

"Are you okay! I drove that guy off."

As he ran, he was still fairly agile, vaulting over railings with a bit of cop-movie flair. But when he tried to leap over an exhibition case, his true colors showed immediately—he tripped and fell hard, executing a graceful face-brake maneuver.

Seeing this, the blonde beauty, despite her severe injuries, let out a soft, amused laugh. Fang Linyan got up sheepishly, wiped the blood from his nose, shrugged, and said:

"Damn, that stupid case must've been too slippery."

Then he asked with concern:

"Are you alright?"

The blonde woman said tearfully:

"Do I look alright like this? I can't even move. Come help me—if the cops show up, I'm in trouble."

She reached out her hand.

The blonde woman was quite attractive, with a beauty mark at the corner of her mouth that added to her charm. Even wounded, her tearful, coquettish look was genuinely captivating, and she bore a strong resemblance to Amber Heard.

Fang Linyan seemed no exception—he was completely bewitched by her beauty, his eyes going a little glassy as he walked straight over, saying with concern:

"Then we need to treat you quickly! You really can't move at all?"

The blonde woman said in a tearful, spoiled tone:

"Yeah!"

Fang Linyan nodded and said in a relieved voice:

"Oh, good. That puts my mind at ease."

Then he flipped his wrist, pulled out the pistol he'd swiped, aimed it straight at the blonde woman, and pulled the trigger again and again—bang, bang, bang, bang.

Truth be told, Fang Linyan's draw wasn't fast, and his shooting skills were mediocre. But his speed in turning on her was something the blonde woman never saw coming! And since the distance between them was at most three meters, Fang Linyan could've emptied the magazine with his eyes closed.

It was a common Beretta M9 pistol, with a magazine capacity of fifteen rounds. Fang Linyan gripped it with both hands, clumsily squeezing the trigger like he was firing a nail gun, until the magazine was empty and the chamber clicked hollowly. Only then did he release his finger from the trigger.

Throughout it all, his face wore that same caring, enthusiastic, neurotic smile—a stark, chilling contrast to his ruthless actions.

"Did you really take me for a fool? Hah, the blood from your abdominal wound had already stopped flowing, but when you asked me to come over, a big patch of your clothes got soaked again. That means you were secretly tensing your muscles to get ready to strike, reopening the wound. With hostility that obvious, you think I'd fall for it?"

Even in death, the blonde woman's face wore an expression of stunned disbelief. In her mind, Fang Linyan was just another fool she'd seduced—she never imagined the simp would instantly turn into a man-eating wolf! Then her body dissolved into specks of light and vanished into the air.

At that moment, a series of prompts appeared on Fang Linyan's retina:

"Your shot dealt 66 damage to Contractor 91UK3. Inter-contractor attacks are reduced by 50% by default. After deducting defense damage reduction, your actual damage dealt is 28.7 points."

"Your shot dealt 72 damage to Contractor 91UK3. Inter-contractor attacks are reduced by 50% by default. After deducting defense damage reduction, your actual damage dealt is 31.3 points."

"Your shot dealt 60 damage to Contractor 91UK3. Inter-contractor attacks are reduced by 50% by default. After deducting defense damage reduction, your actual damage dealt is 26 points."

"Contractor 91UK3's HP has reached zero."

"Contractor 91UK3 has died. You have obtained her dropped Bloody Key."

Looking at this series of prompts, Fang Linyan narrowed his eyes, sensing a lot of information hidden within. He was about to analyze it carefully when suddenly, from the pineal gland in the center of his brow, an indescribably tearing pain erupted. He then realized his MP had unknowingly dropped to a mere 3 points, flashing red—

And his maximum Spirit had fallen from 50 to 40, with Spirit attribute dropping from 5 to 4, accompanied by the note "Injured State."

"Damn it, how did this happen!"

He could only grit his teeth against the agony, teeth grinding audibly, using his last shred of rationality to charge at the exhibition case. He smashed the glass with his elbow, grabbed the "Mayflower Compact" inside, heard the prompt "Milestone Achieved," and then staggered out.