Chapter 93

The shape of the bare right foot was very beautiful, but if one’s gaze moved up, the sight of the strong, taut lines of the slender calf revealed that this kick would not be easy to endure!

Qianye instinctively raised his hand and grabbed the ankle in front of him. A dull thud echoed, and Qianye’s whole body trembled, as he was knocked off the ground by the force of the kick.

"Still a bit weaker than a Bloodline Warrior's strength..." This thought flashed through Qianye’s mind in an instant.

The kick was weaker than he had expected, though it was unexpected, it seemed quite easy to handle.

Qianye’s body trembled with primal energy, and his figure suddenly pressed down as if weighed down by a thousand catties. His feet immediately landed firmly. With a support point, he exerted force with his left hand, pulling the person into his embrace. The immense strength that burst forth forcibly dragged the person over. Although the other party was also struggling, it was clear that their strength would be completely overpowered.

Qianye suddenly exclaimed, his years of combat intuition telling him that a primal energy gun was aimed at him, followed by the subtle sound of a solid bullet being chambered.

His hand, which was gripping the ankle, trembled and pulled, instantly destroying the opponent’s balance. Then Qianye pounced, pinning the opponent to the ground with the force of a mountain. The primal energy pistol flew out of the opponent’s hand, the wind brushing past Qianye’s ear as it slid along the floor, eventually hitting the wall at the other end of the room.

Qianye was very satisfied with the speed and timing of this pounce. He had seized the momentary delay between the gun’s charging and firing, and with a simple pull and pounce, he had taken down the opponent, entering the stage of close combat.

Qianye reached out and accurately grabbed the opponent’s wrists, firmly holding them in his left hand. After a brief struggle, he finally pinned the opponent’s head to the ground, then heaved a sigh of relief and propped himself up.

A sudden flash of firelight outside the window illuminated the room for a moment.

For a moment, both the person on top and the person below were stunned.

The person Qianye had pinned down was Yu Yingnan. The problem was that she seemed to have just come out of the bathroom, originally wrapped only in a towel. Now, after the intense struggle, the towel had flown to another corner of the room.

Qianye looked down, and Yu Yingnan was completely exposed from head to toe.

Years of relentless training had made her body as tight and strong as a mother leopard, full of explosive power, plump but not overly muscular. Additionally, her chest was indeed something to be proud of. The room had a peculiar scent, which was not noticeable before but now emitted a soft, sweet aroma, distinctly different from the grassy scent of grain wine. It was the aroma of rice wine, indicating that this female hunter had been enjoying herself.

Qianye was suddenly startled, and sweat immediately broke out on his forehead. The hazy, drunken feeling vanished instantly, and he became fully清醒.

And Yu Yingnan, after a moment of shock, relaxed her tense body and called out, "Qianye?"

"It's me!" Qianye instinctively loosened his left hand, freeing Yu Yingnan’s hands, but then he stood there, seemingly unsure of what to do next.

Yu Yingnan sighed helplessly, patted Qianye’s face, and said, "Get down! How long do you want to look?"

Qianye sprang up, instantly moving to the sofa and sitting down properly.

Yu Yingnan, however, was much more composed. She stood up as if nothing had happened, then bent down to pick up the clothes that had been squeezed to the ground. She put on her underwear, pulled on her pants, and fastened her tight top, finally slipping on her tactical jacket.

Then Yu Yingnan pulled over a chair, sat down in front of Qianye, who still looked a bit dazed, and patted his face again, "Speak! What's going on?"

"This... um, it's like this..."

A minute later, Yu Yingnan looked at Qianye with a strange expression and finally couldn't help but ask, "You said you were drunk?"

"Yes," Qianye answered honestly.

"From just a jar of grain wine?"

"Two cups. The rest was all drunk by Second Master," Qianye said very honestly.

"Isn't that stuff as weak as water?"

"It actually has a bit of a kick," Qianye thought for a moment and said seriously.

"Then you got drunk?"

"Yes."

Looking at Qianye’s serious face as he answered, Yu Yingnan couldn't help but laugh and cry.

She stood up, lit a cigarette, and took a deep puff, not knowing how to describe her chaotic feelings. The last time they had a drinking contest, Qianye didn't get drunk even after drinking over a dozen bottles of strong liquor. Now, he got drunk after just two cups of rice wine? Was this a case of losing control after drinking, or was he using alcohol as an excuse for courage?

Faced with Qianye’s clumsy and almost unbearable excuse, she could only spit out a dirty word, "Damn!"

Qianye stood up and said, "So... I'll go?"

Yu Yingnan stopped him, "Wait! Why did you come to see me?"

"I was drunk and came over in a daze."

Yu Yingnan’s movements seemed to freeze for a moment, then she inhaled too deeply and started coughing violently. After several coughs, she waved Qianye away forcefully, "Alright! Go back if there's nothing else!"

"Okay!" Qianye was very obedient.

"Wait!" Yu Yingnan called him again.

Qianye turned around, his eyes like black obsidian, shining in the dim room. Yu Yingnan opened her mouth but suddenly forgot why she had called him back. Maybe there was nothing to begin with.

This time, it was Yu Yingnan’s turn to scratch her head. She suddenly rushed into the storage room, and inside, there was a clatter of noise, as if a shelf had collapsed. Then Yu Yingnan rushed out again, holding a large bag filled with all kinds of battlefield rations and long-lasting canned food.

Yu Yingnan forcefully pushed the bag into Qianye’s hands, "Take it back and eat it slowly!"

Qianye carried the bag, which weighed dozens of kilograms, out the door, his mind blank.

Yu Yingnan’s voice came from behind, "When there's a new mission, I'll come find you!"

Qianye nodded and left.

Yu Yingnan slammed the door and leaned against it, breathing heavily as if she had just fought a big battle. After calming down a bit, she began to mutter to herself, "Why did I talk so much today?"

"Should I talk less next time?"

"Would that make me seem strange?"

"Or should I be the same as before..."

"What was I like before? Oh no, did I drink too much?"

Thus, the room echoed with her muttering, and after a cycle, it returned to the initial topic, starting over again.

Qianye returned to his room in the small inn, where he had just moved. After closing the door and isolating himself from the noise in the corridor, he let out a long sigh, feeling somewhat drained.

He felt like a child who had done something wrong and was caught red-handed. Although Yu Yingnan had only been on one mission with him, her commanding style, which was fierce and domineering, was very similar to that of Qianye’s former direct superior, unconsciously triggering his habit of obeying orders.

The only difference was that her command level was really not that great, mostly limited to "Charge!" and "Attack together!" standards, far inferior to even Nan Bada, who was considered the worst at on-the-spot command.

Qianye opened the bag and looked at the mountain of canned food inside, and smiled bitterly again. It seemed that Yu Yingnan had stuffed at least half of her stock into the bag.

Qianye still couldn’t understand why she had given him a pile of canned food instead of something else, like blank primal energy bullets or a good military knife, which would have been better gifts. Why a pile of canned food?

Perhaps it was a coincidence, but Qianye happened to need a large amount of food. His strength was growing day by day, and so was his appetite. After that night, Qianye realized that drinking blood, especially that of powerful Bloodline beings, would replenish his energy and promote the growth of his blood qi. If he didn’t drink blood, he would have to eat a lot to meet his body’s needs.

However, no matter how much he ate, it wouldn’t promote the growth of his blood qi. So far, the only way seemed to be the spontaneous formation within his body, using the tidal flow of primal energy to nourish the blood qi.

Qianye pulled out his military knife, pried open the cans one by one, and ate them. As he consumed a large amount of food, the wounds from his battle with the Bloodline beings continued to heal faster.

At this moment, Yu Yingnan, who had been pacing around the room for a long time, suddenly rushed into the storage room, pulled open the door, and saw the shelf that was half empty and had collapsed. She was stunned.

"Heavens! I actually gave him a pile of canned food! What is this..." Yu Yingnan groaned and sat down on the ground.

Qianye did not go out to gather information again. Since the Fallen Angel and the Expeditionary Force had not made any moves, it might mean that Wei Potian had not confirmed his identity, or perhaps for some other reason, they had stopped investigating. This was the best outcome Qianye could hope for at the moment.

Even if the Qi Yue incident had been traced to here, Qianye did not want to leave Dark Blood City unless absolutely necessary. He found the city suitable for settling down, as it provided most of the trading goods he needed, had gates that never closed, and a crowd that could mask his black blood aura. Additionally, the high-quality goods available to high-star hunters at the Hunter’s Home were also very attractive.

Qianye stayed in the inn for a day and night, waiting for his wounds to heal. Now that his Bloodline body had advanced, the internal fine-tuning had also been completed. Qianye did some simple strength exercises to assess his condition and estimated that in a direct confrontation with a Level 6 Warrior like Yu Renyan, he would only be at a slight disadvantage in terms of strength, not the completely helpless situation he had been in that night.

It was time to deal with Tian She.

Qianye had no trust in the leader of the Tian She Gang. Yu Yingnan had said that Tian She used to be very principled, but the value of a Rose of Flowing Gold could make him abandon his principles. Such a person would only be driven by profit and power.

Moreover, Tian She had proposed a truce without any conditions, and Qianye instinctively felt that the other party had no sincerity. At least one condition he could immediately offer was to forgive Yu Yingnan’s debt.

Even if Tian She had genuine intentions to make peace, Qianye would not accept it.

Qianye organized his equipment, disassembled the Eagle Strike into three parts and put it in his backpack, and loaded a primal energy bullet he had infused into Butcher’s magazine. Second Master’s words reminded him that the Eagle Strike was not suitable for urban areas, but he also didn’t feel comfortable leaving it in the room. The security of this small inn was no better than a leaky, dilapidated shack.

It was time, and Qianye prepared to visit the Tian She Gang headquarters at night. He felt that the best way to negotiate with Tian She was to point Butcher at his head.

The night in Dark Blood City was lively again. Under the dim yellow streetlights, one could often see women leaning against lampposts, soliciting business. They were heavily made up, and in the dim light, they actually exuded some charm. Of course, if it were daytime and they were without makeup, they would look like a different species.

Qianye walked down the street, looking like an ordinary person from the lower class. The women on both sides of the road occasionally threw him flirtatious glances and called out热情地. Men would often see a woman they liked and embrace her, heading to one of the very cheap small inns for a night of passion.

Qianye suddenly realized that the direct manifestation of Dark Blood City being more impressive than Lighthouse Town was that the people here would go to a room, while in Lighthouse Town, they would often resolve their desires in the bushes.

It was a strange thought, and Qianye himself didn’t know where it came from.

Then Qianye left the bustling street of desire and turned into a dark, dirty, and quiet alley. He was more accustomed to this environment.

However, besides Qianye, it seemed that someone else was also very comfortable in this environment.

About ten steps away, at a corner of the alley, a shadow suddenly fell from a wall. Upon closer inspection, a long-armed, long-legged person slowly walked out, blocking Qianye’s path.