Overtime Penalty

The captain of the assassins sneered, flicked the metal baton in his hand forward, and a barbed, Demon-Breaking Electric Shock Cord popped out from the end.

Snap!

The electric shock rope lashed against Clear Bell's White Magical Armor on her chest.

The Demon-Breaking Current, specifically designed to counter extraordinary Magic Power, exploded along the fabric, instantly dissipating most of the white aura around Clear Bell.

She screamed as the force of the blow sent her staggering back five or six steps, her back slamming heavily against a weathered concrete pillar before she slid down to the ground.

My right leg, which had just regained sensation, suddenly spasmed and I couldn't muster any strength anymore.

"Clear Bell!"

Mint tried to rush to her rescue, but two other assassins had already blocked her path.

Two High-Frequency Tactical Dagger, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, slashed at her neck from the left and right, forcing her to awkwardly raise her cane to parry.

Click!

The short staff was slashed with a deep notch by the high-frequency dagger. Mint was kicked in the abdomen and fell to the ground covered with cookie crumbs. The notebook in her hand slipped out and came to rest right at the feet of the assassin captain.

The captain of the suicide squad took a step forward, his heavy mechanical prosthetic leg landing on the open notebook.

Black military boots crushed the two neatly written characters for "Mint" by Clear Bell, pulverizing the paper.

He walked to the corner of the wall, looking down at Clear Bell who was slumped next to a concrete pillar. He replaced the magazine on his Abyssal Energy Submachine Gun with a brand new incendiary magazine, and pressed the muzzle directly against Clear Bell's forehead.

"Don't blame me, little girl. Blame it on your pure nature, which is blocking the path to wealth for important people."

"No... Senior, run..."

Clear Bell stared at the gun barrel so close to her face, tears welling in her eyes, but her hands were still desperately digging into the ground, trying to gather even the slightest bit of Magic Power.

Say goodbye to your seniors.

The captain of the suicide squad began to exert force with his index finger on the trigger.

Right in this very second.

Buzz--!

A deep, ear-piercing roar suddenly swept in from the end of the corridor door without warning.

The 30-centimeter-thick reinforced concrete load-bearing wall in the underground storage room couldn't even hold for half a second.

Boom!

The entire wall was smashed through from the outside by an extremely brute physical force.

Countless shattered bricks and broken steel bars shot into the storage room.

A massive, purplish-gold Great Scythe, as tall as two people, swept across the entire room, carrying a tangible wave of dark gold Magic Power energy.

The three Second Order assassins, whose Magic Power Scale exceeded 1,500, didn't even have time to turn their heads.

The violent shockwave slammed into their chests.

Click! Click!

The Artificial Star Ring on the chests of the three men shattered instantly due to overload, and their bulletproof combat suits tore apart inch by inch.

The Abyssal Energy Submachine Gun in the hands of the suicide squad leader was crushed into a pile of scrap metal by the shockwave. He and his two other subordinates were thrown away by this irresistible force and embedded heavily in the cement wall behind them, unable to be pried out.

The three Second Order elites didn't even last a single move before they fainted on the spot.

Dust and gravel slowly fell from the sky.

A tall figure stepped through the broken wall hole, walking step by step through the cement shards scattered on the ground.

The gorgeous Purple-Gold Lace Magical Armor shimmered with a cold metallic luster under the dim light, and her long, dark golden hair moved swiftly behind her head without any wind.

Ziwei carried the Great Scythe, which was taller than her, with one hand, the cold blade leaving a trail of dazzling sparks on the ground.

Behind the gas mask, those dark golden eyes swept over the three scumbags embedded in the wall, finally landing on the trampled notebook on the ground.

Su Bai is in a very bad mood right now.

Just now, in order to walk those few dozen meters in the dark, he had wasted the equivalent of at least two meals of braised pork trotters.

Moreover, since this load-bearing wall collapsed, the repair costs for the Welfare Home might have to be deducted from his reward money.

Ziwei stopped in her tracks, slamming her dark gold Great Scythe into the ground, causing the floor to crack inch by inch.

She raised her hand, the tip of her Great Scythe held level, locking onto the three thugs on the wall, their fates unknown.

"Your part-time work hours, which I was supposed to clock out of, have been unilaterally delayed. Now, it's time to calculate the penalty for this overtime!"

The back of the Great Scythe slammed into the helmet of the suicide squad captain.

The helmet cracked open, and the person inside became completely still.

Then he turned to look at the two girls in the corner.

"Mint, can you still move?"

"Senior, I'm fine, I just ran out of Magic Power."

Mint pushed herself up and picked up the short staff that had fallen to the side.

Clear Bell leaned against a cement pillar, rubbing her numb right leg.

"Senior, they say we're defective raw materials and they want to burn this place down completely."

"The words of the dead need not be recorded."

Ziwei walked to the wooden table, picked up the trampled notebook from the ground, and dusted it off.

"Mint, drag those three guys to the porch and tie them up with the prisoners outside."

"Yes, senior."

"Clear Bell, continue checking the medical records. The Monster Hunting Bureau will arrive in five minutes. I'll go out to meet them."

"Okay, senior, I'll definitely get it right!"

Ziwei carried the Great Scythe out of the broken wall and casually stuffed the spoils into the hidden compartment.

As dusk settled over the senior high school building, motion-activated lights in the corridors came on.

The classroom was piled high with white mock exam papers, and the air was filled with the smell of ink.

Su Xiaoxiao was lying on her desk, biting on a black plastic pen nib.

A cell phone with a pink casing was hidden inside the desk.

Her finger swiped down the screen, refreshing the Exclusive Encrypted Channel for Ziwei Fan Support Club.

A red exclamation mark popped up on the screen.

"What's going on? Has the backend server been attacked by trolls again?"

Su Xiaoxiao spat out the pen and tapped the refresh button seven or eight times.

The top of the page displays a real-time change table of the Fan Support Club's Funding Pool.

The latest sponsorship transaction record was lost half an hour ago.

Member ID 007: Donated 500 Federal Coin to Lady Ziwei, with the message: Please post more battle videos.

Below this record is a blank loading screen.

"Something's not right. At this time of day, those rich women from Tianqiong University would have already racked up hundreds of thousands in sales."

Su Xiaoxiao sat up straight and pushed the mock exam paper to the side.

She looked up at her classmate sitting in the front row.

Xia Ning's desk was spotless; she hadn't even taken out her error notebook for evening self-study.

There was nothing underneath the chair.

Su Xiaoxiao stretched out her foot and kicked Xia Ning's canvas backpack hanging on the side of the desk.

The schoolbag swayed lightly twice; inside were only two textbooks.

"You said you were going to buy brown sugar water, but you went for two whole class periods?"

Su Xiaoxiao bent down and unzipped the bottom of her backpack.

She pulled out a small, modified black walkie-talkie from under a stack of comic books.