Feng Ling and Ye Zheng had an unspoken rule whenever they fought: no Mental Pressure, no Second Form.
Just a pure brawl.
Feng Ling had more tentacles and greater destructive power.
Ye Zheng was fast, agile, and unpredictable.
Both of their Cards could repair their bodies, so neither held back when they fought, every move drawing blood.
And it ended quickly, too.
Just a few minutes later, Ye Zheng limped into the building, while Feng Ling returned to the entrance of the Sales Office covered in blood.
"Cool~" Zhou Diao couldn't help whistling.
Su Yuqing shot him a vicious glare, then said to Feng Ling in exasperation, "You should have rested properly after coming out of the Maze. Look at the state you're in! With injuries like that, don't even think about doing anything for the next few days. Heal up! You should be thankful no Xenomorphs came looking for you, or the consequences would have been unimaginable!"
Feng Ling said bluntly, "Give it a rest. If a Xenomorph really came looking for us, she wouldn't need to take her anger out on me. That woman has a terrible temper!"
Su Yuqing was left speechless.
Huangfu Miaomiao took out a Potion and offered it to Feng Ling, but Feng Ling refused it. She casually wiped some blood off herself and frowned. "I'm going to wash up."
Su Yuqing couldn't help asking, "How does she wash herself?"
Feng Ling gave him a baffled look. "How would I know? Ask her yourself."
With that, she headed upstairs.
Seeing this, Huangfu Miaomiao and Li Qing silently followed Feng Ling.
Three men remained at the entrance.
Su Yuqing looked at the open space between the Sales Office and the building and thought, *The environment is still too crude. There isn't even a place to