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At this moment, Xu Nuan was in extreme pain. She had no idea what kind of agreement Zhang Hui and Fan Beibei had made that could lead Zhang Hui to act this way. Of course, it couldn't be ruled out that, as a man, Zhang Hui craved comfort.
She didn't dare to kill Zhang Hui.
She also didn't want Deng Yinyin to fall into a painful situation.
What should she do? Who could help her?
In her physical and mental agony, she even resented Gu Ze and Xu Hang for not returning, for not allowing them to follow back then. If it weren't for that, she wouldn't have to endure such torment.
Behind her, Fan Beibei seemed to be getting bolder. While commanding Zhang Hui, she also attempted to subdue Xu Nuan so that she would meet the same fate.
"Ah!"
Xu Nuan let out a low growl, her face filled with rage. She released Zhang Hui and turned to confront Fan Beibei. She refused to believe that her skills would be inferior to this lunatic's.
Fan Beibei clearly did not expect Xu Nuan to abandon her hold on Zhang Hui at this moment, leaving her flustered. The hand holding the short knife trembled.
"You... you’re not going to save her anymore?"
Xu Nuan sneered. This person was so contradictory; she was certain that Xu Nuan would save Deng Yinyin, which is why she thought she could subdue her. Yet, she mocked Xu Nuan for trying to help Deng Yinyin. Xu Nuan wasn't a fool; how could she be so helpless? If no one came to help, then she would solve this problem herself. Hadn't she faced worse situations before?
With a series of grappling moves—an arm lock, a wrist grab, a bind—even without the short knife, Xu Nuan had ways to defend and attack. And aside from being insane, Fan Beibei lived up to her reputation as a vase; after a chokehold, Xu Nuan completely controlled Fan Beibei. Fueled by anger, she kicked Fan Beibei's leg hard, forcing her down to her knees while taking the opportunity to press the short knife against Fan Beibei's neck.
Now, even if Xu Nuan remained silent, Fan Beibei would have no choice but to call for Zhang Hui's help.
"Brother Hui, save me!"
Zhang Hui, revealing his sinister side, finally stopped his movements and turned to glare fiercely at Xu Nuan.
"Let Beibei go. I won't do anything."
Xu Nuan completely ignored Zhang Hui, pressing the short knife further against Fan Beibei's neck. She then glanced past Zhang Hui at the still unconscious Deng Yinyin. Deng Yinyin looked disheveled, her clothes in disarray, and Xu Nuan could see the exposed fair skin where her clothing had been opened.
Filled with rage, Xu Nuan gritted her teeth as she looked at Zhang Hui.
"Done nothing?"
As she spoke, she pushed the short knife deeper into Fan Beibei's neck. Without needing to look down, she already knew the grim state of Fan Beibei's neck; her hand could feel the unique stickiness of blood. She was careful not to kill Fan Beibei just yet.
"Xu Nuan, you lunatic! Are you really going to kill me?"
Fan Beibei shouted frantically.
"Brother Hui, save me!"
She even tried to lunge toward Zhang Hui but quickly remembered Yu Yu outside and continued to shout.
"Yu, come in and save me!"
Unfortunately, the rain outside grew heavier, drowning out much of Fan Beibei's voice. At the same time, Xu Nuan threatened without mercy.
"Shut up, or I'll slice your face right now."
Threatening Fan Beibei with the one thing she cares about most always proves effective.
Fan Beibei immediately fell silent, only daring to signal Zhang Hui with her eyes.
Like a ferocious beast ready to pounce, Zhang Hui suddenly turned around, seemingly wanting to get closer to Deng Yinyin, but was pinned in place by Xu Nuan's voice filled with murderous intent.
"Take another step, and I'll cut her throat. Do you want to race me?"
"Don't listen to her; she wouldn't dare kill anyone."
With newfound courage, Fan Beibei shouted at Zhang Hui, despite her earlier submissiveness. The stunned Zhang Hui prepared to act again.
"Ah!"
"My face! My face!"
The moment Zhang Hui turned, Xu Nuan swung her knife and slashed fiercely at Fan Beibei's face. Blood gushed out; she wasn't surprised. Given the medical conditions of this Game Base, Fan Beibei would be left with a scar on her face. Of course, modern technology could remove that scar—if Fan Beibei could survive long enough to leave this game.
"Are you still sure about my intentions? I'm just collecting some interest for your actions."
Xu Nuan's voice returned to a calm tone, yet it carried an endless chill, sounding like a voice rising from the depths of hell for Fan Beibei at that moment.
As Fan Beibei covered her face and screamed, Xu Nuan pressed the short knife against her neck again, this time with even more force, skillfully avoiding any vital areas that would be fatal if cut.
Zhang Hui's face was filled with murderous rage; her hands were clenched tightly, itching to leap forward like a beast and tear Xu Nuan apart.
Zhang Hui was not the first person to harbor murderous intent towards her, so how could she shrink back in fear out of surprise?
Fortunately, Zhang Hui remembered the key point and hoarsely addressed Xu Nuan.
"Don't forget, our two teams are still cooperating. If you hurt her too badly, this cooperation will fall apart."
"Hah," Xu Nuan sneered, her eyes filled with disdain. "So you still remember this matter. But your recent actions certainly show that you don't value this cooperation, unless you have other identities."
Just as Fan Beibei was certain that Xu Nuan would not sacrifice Deng Yinyin, Xu Nuan was equally sure that Zhang Hui would not sacrifice Fan Beibei. Whether it was out of camaraderie or some other feelings, she held the leverage and intended to use it.
"Are you referring to the Secret Missioner?"
Zhang Hui's mind was solely focused on the wailing Fan Beibei, and he spoke while looking at her. Xu Nuan couldn't gauge the truth of his words from his expression.
"Neither Beibei nor I are Secret Missioners. She's in your hands now; I can't possibly deceive you."
"That may not be the case. I don't know you well, nor do I understand your relationship. Why should I trust that you'll speak the truth because of her?"
Xu Nuan activated her Mind's Eye. If she didn't extract some interest from these two, it would be an injustice to her own injuries and to Deng Yinyin's plight. She was relieved that things had not reached the worst possible outcome.
"You woman, don't push your luck!"
Fan Beibei shouted in anger.
"Just because we aren't Secret Missioners doesn't mean we're not. I only wanted to deal with that He Min because I found him unpleasant; there's no other reason. Are you paranoid or something?"
"That's how it is."
Zhang Hui looked nervously at the emotionally charged Fan Beibei, fearing that she might suddenly stand up or lunge at him, throwing herself onto the blade.
"We've also confirmed that Yu Yu is not a Secret Missioner. There is an agreement among the three of us, and I can't explain this to you, so please don't doubt it."
Zhang Hui spoke steadily when he wasn't agitated, taking his time with each word.
Xu Nuan remained silent. She didn't trust these two, but with a knife at her throat, she could believe about five or six parts of what they said. If that were the case, they could already rule out more than half of the ten people. Or perhaps they should quickly find other teams to investigate those Players?
Suddenly, Xu Nuan recalled Gu Ze's analysis. Zhou Long's mention of "missions and hints" had deeper implications. The hint given by the System when releasing a mission meant that the clues for finding the secret mission were hidden within that very mission. This suggested that they should pay more attention to the words representing the mission and search for clues within them.
A fleeting spark of inspiration raced through Xu Nuan's mind, too quick for her to grasp. At that moment, she wished she could be in a quiet place to think through this issue thoroughly; perhaps she would have a significant breakthrough. Unfortunately, reality did not allow her that luxury.
As Xu Nuan's expression darkened and she became slightly distracted by her thoughts, Zhang Hui moved closer under Fan Beibei's signal with questionable intentions. The sound of Deng Yinyin's groan broke Zhang Hui's actions and pulled Xu Nuan back from her thoughts.
"Ouch, my head hurts so much; it feels like it's going to split open."
Deng Yinyin sat up while holding her head. The first thing she saw was the strange standoff between Xu Nuan and the two others, leaving her momentarily stunned.
Quickly, she felt a chill and looked down. Instantly overwhelmed by panic, her already fragile composure shattered.
"You bastard!"
Deng Yinyin swiftly directed her anger at the only man present. Grabbing a large stone from the ground, she charged toward Zhang Hui with all her might, intent on smashing him to pieces.
"Don't go near him!"
Still holding Fan Beibei hostage, Xu Nuan could only shout a warning. It was a good thing that Deng Yinyin had woken up; she could leave this place to get help, and she was at a distance from Zhang Hui, who couldn't do anything to her for the moment.
However, if Deng Yinyin approached and ended up being captured by Zhang Hui, the situation would change again, possibly reverting to the previous scenario. She didn't want to go through that ordeal again.
In her rage, Deng Yinyin couldn't hear Xu Nuan's cries, nor could she understand the concerns in Xu Nuan's heart. She impulsively threw stones at Zhang Hui, but they missed their target.
Though Zhang Hui wasn't as tall as Chi Xiaoming and the other men, he was strong and muscular. In a bare-handed fight, Deng Yinyin was no match for him. Seeing that Deng Yinyin might be subdued by Zhang Hui as leverage against herself, Xu Nuan had no choice but to push Fan Beibei toward Zhang Hui, hoping to stop his actions.
As expected, Zhang Hui cared about Fan Beibei, immediately abandoning his attack on Deng Yinyin to face her instead, trying to catch her to prevent her from falling. Seizing this opportunity, Xu Nuan signaled for Deng Yinyin to retreat so she could approach Fan Beibei again.
But seeing Zhang Hui with his back turned, Deng Yinyin ignored Xu Nuan's hint. She spotted a short knife on the ground, picked it up, and intended to stab it into Zhang Hui, who was completely unprepared.
Realizing that the angle of the knife in Deng Yinyin's hand could be fatal, Xu Nuan had no choice but to leap forward to stop her. Just then, for some unknown reason, Zhang Hui suddenly collapsed to the ground. Xu Nuan landed directly on top of him, with the knife still in her right hand.
As she felt herself instinctively drive the knife toward Zhang Hui's heart, Xu Nuan desperately tried to shift her body to the side. At that moment, a force came from behind; Fan Beibei pressed down on her completely, and in an instant, the knife plunged into Zhang Hui's chest.
In that moment, blood gushed from Zhang Hui, and he didn't even have time to utter a word before falling silent.
Wanting revenge on Zhang Hui, Deng Yinyin froze in shock, staring in terror at the still-uncomprehending Xu Nuan.
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