In League, but with the Taiwan Server System

He had already observed from upstairs earlier. This warband had no mage squad.

So...

"Now, who's the hunter, and who's the prey?"

Fight Fire with Fire

Samira could no longer remember how many years it had been since someone had chased her down like this.

She couldn't beat him. She really couldn't... If even her guns couldn't harm that man, she truly couldn't think of any other way to win.

Damn it... Damn it... Was that guy a monster...

Didn't the intel say he was only a little stronger than ordinary Noxian elites...? How was this only a little stronger...?!

If she had known he possessed such strength, she never should have fought him head-on...

If she'd ambushed him instead... Damn it... Damn it!

Frustration welled up inside her, and Samira couldn't help mentally extending her regards to the direct female ancestors of the person who had given her this job for eight generations.

Her ability in direct combat was not weak, but direct combat had never been her specialty.

Had she known the target was this strong, she wouldn't have been stupid enough to confront him head-on even if it killed her—planning, ambushes, assassinations, she hadn't used a single one of those methods.

"More money... They definitely have to pay more...!"

Samira gritted her teeth and ran for her life. At last, just before Chen Ce caught up to her, she successfully met up with two other Noxian squads.

A full forty heavily armed Noxian soldiers.

The two squad leaders saw Samira fleeing in disarray, then looked at Chen Ce relentlessly pursuing her from behind, and for a moment, neither quite knew how to react.

"Honorable Desert Rose, where is our First Squad?"

"Wiped out..." Samira panted heavily as she pointed at Chen Ce. "Kill him... Hurry... Kill him...!"

Ganging up on the few was a thoroughly unskilled thing to do.

Samira had always disdained doing such things in the past—on the contrary, in the vast majority of cases, she had been the one outnumbered.

But now, she couldn't afford to care about that.

Her life was less important than seeking thrills, but it was definitely more important than so-called honor.

That stuff wasn't worth a damn!

"Yes, my honored lady." One squad leader gave a leisurely military salute, then looked at Chen Ce with contempt.

He didn't think one person could pose much threat to their two squads—the First Squad had most likely been wiped out because they'd been ambushed, perhaps tricked by prearranged barrels of explosives or something.

One against a hundred? Who did he think he was, General Darius?

"Kill him, then burn this village down. Leave no survivors."

At the command, over a dozen archers and crossbowmen immediately drew their bowstrings, while the remaining axemen and swordsmen all charged forward.

Facing such a formation in an open area, even Irelia, who possessed a certain degree of supernatural power, would have to act cautiously and avoid being surrounded whenever possible.

But... Chen Ce was different.

He was practically begging to be surrounded.

The more people there were, the more effective his Counter Strike became.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—! The spear spun again. From afar, its afterimages looked like an oversized electric fan.

In mere moments, nearly thirty melee soldiers had surrounded Chen Ce, all kinds of weapons chopping straight at him.

Samira watched from nearby. Her heart should have relaxed, yet it rose to her throat once more—even though the Noxian squads, who held the numerical advantage at first glance, seemed to have the upper hand.

Because... that endlessly spinning spear had left far too deep an impression on her.

Sure enough, the instant dozens of weapons struck down, crisp metallic clashes rang out again.

Clang, clang, clang...!

Countless dense attacks rained down, yet not one of them could harm Chen Ce.

When the spear stopped spinning, the soldiers around him had all been knocked unconscious.

The archers' and crossbowmen's ranged attacks had also all failed, broken arrows scattering across the ground.

In a single exchange, Chen Ce had dealt with most of the Noxian soldiers.

At last, the two squad leaders realized the severity of the problem. "Th-this isn't right, is it...?"

But before they could react, that young man, who seemed to be using cheats, had already reached them.

"You said just now... that you were going to massacre the village, right?" Chen Ce flicked his wrist, and the spear that had been raised overhead instantly thrust forward.

Pfft—! The spearhead instantly pierced one squad leader's abdomen.

Then, with a smooth upward swing, the squad leader's body immediately traced a perfect arc through the air.

Thud. He crashed heavily onto the ground. He wasn't dead yet, but he would be soon.

As for the other one...

"You don't want to end up like your good brother, do you?" Chen Ce shifted the spearpoint toward the other squad leader.

The man hurriedly waved his hands, his face full of terror. "What good brother? No... We're not close at all..."

"You sold him out pretty decisively... Anyway, I have something to ask you."

With a flick of his spearpoint, Chen Ce disarmed him while also bringing Samira, who stood nearby, under control.

"Tell me, what was your purpose in coming here?"

"I don't know..." The squad leader trembled. "The higher-ups only told us... to slaughter this village..."

"Why slaughter the village?"

"I don't know... I really don't know..."

"Ah, I hate this whole interrogation business..." Chen Ce shook his head.

Then, a spray of blood burst forth.

The squad leader's right arm, hidden behind his back as he prepared to draw a knife, was instantly pierced through.

"I think it would be better to hand you over to the Resistance Army's professionals... Their interrogation methods are far more sophisticated than mine."

At those words, the squad leader's eyes filled with despair—he had seen Noxians interrogate Ionians, so naturally he knew how Ionians would interrogate Noxians.

Those terrifying instruments of torture...

His entire body shook with fear.

But... compared to how he had begged for mercy before, he actually appeared more resolute now.

"Kill me... Or torture me, whatever... Do whatever you want... I won't talk. I won't say anything..."

Noxian soldiers could die in battle, but Noxians would never live on in disgrace.

"Your mouth is pretty tough..." Chen Ce sighed softly. Without wasting words, he swung his spear and pierced the man's other arm. "Fine. Then wait for the Resistance Army to come collect you."

Killing him outright would be too wasteful. It would be better to get some intelligence out of him if possible—after all, it was far too strange for a Noxian warband to suddenly attack such a remote village that had nothing at all.

They had even sent Noxus's "legendary mercenary"—

"Miss Samira, could you tell me something?"

Chen Ce turned to the woman under his control and bluntly voiced the guess in his heart.

"Were you here to kill me? Did someone commission my head from you, and even assign several squads to you for it?"

"You think I'd tell you?" Samira sneered, even with the spearpoint pressed against her neck. "I suppose you don't understand a mercenary's code, kid?"

"Never reveal information about your employer, even in death?" Chen Ce shook his head, but showed no disappointment.

Because he still had another card to play.

"Then which do you think is more important: professional ethics, or the life of the person you cherish most?"

"..." Samira's emerald eye widened slightly. "I don't know what you're talking about. Someone like me, who lives with a blade at her throat, has neither family nor friends."

"I know you, Miss Samira."

"Then you should know that even better."

"Yes, yes, I know..." Chen Ce smiled. "I know you're lying, and I also know you have a captain named... Indali? That's the name, right?"

"..." Samira fell silent again.

"I know her, and I know about your relationship. You also know that, with my strength, secretly entering and leaving Noxus wouldn't be difficult—you should understand what I'm thinking."

"...Bastard!" Samira gritted her teeth.

Indali, her former captain, was almost the last friend and family she had left in this world.

Her parents had been forced to flee to Bel'zhun after Amakra was destroyed. She found life there unbearably dull... She wanted thrills, and only by staying beside Indali could she find them.

Other than her parents, who had raised her, she could care nothing about anyone's death—not even her own—but she could not disregard Captain Indali.

Indali had helped her find the joy of being alive and had pulled her out of the mire... Samira was cold and ruthless, but she was not ungrateful.

"To be honest, I don't like threatening people this way either, but... you used this trick on me just now too, didn't you?" Chen Ce smiled again. "So please, tell me."

Samira remained silent for a long time.

Deep conflict showed in her emerald eye.

After a moment, she still chose Indali's life over professional ethics—she didn't dare gamble. She knew nothing about the man before her, nor how much information he had. She only knew that his strength... was terrifying.

"I can tell you everything I know... But let me make this clear first: I don't know much."

"Alright. Go ahead." Chen Ce nodded with a smile.

"The job I accepted was to take your head, then destroy every village where you were and all the surrounding villages—perhaps to conceal the true purpose. I don't know the specifics."

"My head? Chen Ce's head, is that it?"

"Yes."

"Who was the employer?"

"A general of an infantry regiment far away in Noxus—I don't know his exact name."

"Alright. What else do you know?"

"That's all."

"Hmm..." Chen Ce looked at the woman's lowered eyes. After considering it for a moment, he chose to believe her for the time being.

Then, he confiscated every weapon on her.

He planned to hand her and the remaining survivors over to the Resistance Army—he would send a letter to the nearest Resistance Army camp and have them come collect the captives and interrogate them for intelligence. He still had things to do and couldn't waste too much time on these people.

But just as he was about to tie Samira up, the system notification sounded.

[Hero [Samira]'s desire for victory +10. Current interaction level: 10]

[Hero [Samira]'s resentment +10. Current interaction level: 16]

[Note 1: "Desire for victory" and "resentment" do not completely align, so interaction levels cannot be directly added together.]

[Note 2: Reach an interaction level of 50 with Hero [Samira] to obtain a treasure chest, the same as with any other hero.]

Chen Ce's hands suddenly stopped moving.

A plan to strike back at Noxus arose in his heart...

You're Such a Pervert, I Love It

What would happen if Noxian soldiers invading Ionia were handed over to the Ionian Resistance Army?

The answer might be hard to say elsewhere, but in Navori Province, there was only one possibility—brutal interrogation until death.

They might even kill them without asking a single question.

Because the interrogators of the Navori Province Resistance Army were almost all from the Brotherhood.

Their methods were no kinder than those of the Liquidators in the Noxian capital.