Chapter 6: Better to Kill Directly Than to Leave Future Troubles

Chapter 6: Better to Kill Than Leave Loose Ends

Chen Zhou's screams of agony echoed throughout the entire instance. Shen Qingci's face was dark as thunder.

He fixed a frosty glare at Jian Suiyu, his gaze icy,

"Even for Blaze, this kind of behavior is far too arrogant."

Facing the original novel's male lead, Jian Suiyu's expression remained completely unimpressed, utterly dismissive,

"Captain Shen, in this Dharma-Ending Age, might makes right—being weak is a crime.

If you dislike how Blaze operates, you should reflect on why the people you lead are such pushovers.

You should also reflect on why you lack the ability to protect your own subordinates.

When you indulged your team in mocking others earlier, you should have realized that you, too, would one day be publicly humiliated."

Ignoring Shen Qingci's stormy face, Jian Suiyu turned to Wu Yue and asked quietly,

"Can you still walk on your own?"

Wu Yue nodded, "I'm good, just scratches."

In her past life with Shadow, even wounds ten times worse than this—she toughed it out alone.

If she so much as made a sound, she’d be met with scorn:

"Pfft, does she think she’s a princess? Such a small injury, really?"

"Exactly. Jesus, does she think everyone gets the same treatment as Momo? Momo is the golden girl."

Coincidentally, Su Mo, having heard the screams, returned just then. Seeing Chen Zhou messed up bad and Wu Yue standing beside Jian Suiyu, draped in Blaze’s battle robe, she went off on her:

"Wu Yue, have you truly betrayed Shadow?

Chen Zhou is your second-in-command—how could you wreck his hand?!

Without it, how will he fight in the future?!"

Her words had Blaze's crew gaping.

"Seriously?! Chen Zhou was about to kill Wu Yue, and she’s supposed to just take it? No fighting back?"

"Losing a hand? If he lost his life, it’d be his own sorry ass' fault.

Besides, there are plenty who keep fighting even with missing limbs.

Since when is Chen Zhou some precious snowflake that he can’t even be touched?"

Su Mo turned beet red with humiliation. She couldn’t believe—with her charm—that anyone would dare refute her.

She glared resentfully at Wu Yue. It was all because of her! Ever since Wu Yue announced her departure from Shadow, her whole world went to shit!

Su Mo’s ride-or-die, all fired up, declared firmly:

"Wu Yue is the root of all this! She had a meltdown and left alone, then straight up handed you the win!"

"Chen Zhou is our deputy captain. How 'natural' for him to take action against Wu Yue to maintain discipline!"

How 'natural'!

Wu Yue let out a bitter laugh. She shot a furtive glance at Su Mo,

"Su Mo, is what she said true?"

Thinking of the real reason Wu Yue left and her earlier declaration to quit the team, Su Mo shot a furtive glance at Shen Qingci.

But to her dismay, Shen Qingci offered her no support.

Clearly, Shen Qingci was still reeling from being shown up by Jian Suiyu in front of everyone and couldn’t snap out of it.

Since only the three of them were present at the time, Su Mo gave a stiff nod, "Yes, Wu Yue, you’re just too reckless!"

Wu Yue suddenly laughed—a chilling laugh that made Su Mo uneasy.

"Wu Yue, please...

Can you not kill him? He’s just a kid!"

"Wu Yue, you shouldn’t always be so prejudiced against these supernatural beings."

"Seriously? Aren’t you afraid that bringing this doll back might put the squad at risk?"

Hearing her own voice suddenly playing from Wu Yue’s communicator, Su Mo went white as a sheet.

"WTF, rescuing monsters? Is that something a sane person would do?"

"Double-dealing hypocrite, acting like everyone’s a fool.

Wanting to save ghosts but then pinning the blame on Wu Yue."

"No wonder I saw Su Mo holding that doll earlier. I also spotted several desiccated corpses in Shadow Squad uniforms along the way—like bringing a curse upon us."

"If I were Wu Yue, with teammates this useless, I’d run away even faster than she did."

Right on schedule, the communicator continued playing:

"This is my formal notice—I’m leaving the team.

From now on, I have nothing to do with the Shadow Squad."

"I said I’m cutting ties with the Shadow Squad. From now on, there’s no connection."

Exposed as a liar on the spot, Su Mo looked ready to collapse.

"I knew it! Wu Yue wasn’t just splitting off—she’d already decided to leave the team."

"Wait, so when the Shadow Squad used ‘searching for her’ as an excuse, was it just because they were too incompetent to fight the ghosts and piggybacked on our route?"

"Now that you mention it, weren’t they just trying to poach Blaze’s win?"

"Poaching’s one thing, but they even brought the Doll Boss to blindside us.

If Wu Yue hadn’t spotted the trap and acted in time, we’d have been sandwiched in a pincer and wiped out!"

"See, this is why people should have some damn principles. Losing the first kill and the S-rank gear? Serves them right."

This move is called, "Hurting the enemy 100 but costing us 10,000!"

"But we didn't suffer any harm?"

"How is that possible? Our Wu Yue's totally psychologically scarred!"

Surprised that Blaze members had already regarded her as a teammate so quickly, Wu Yue fussed with her battle robe, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

In her past life, she had never been defended like this. Every time something went wrong, she was pushed out as the scapegoat, subjected to public crucifixion.

So, upon rebirth, Wu Yue immediately hit record on her comm.

Shadow fucked around and found out—Wu Yue publicly smacked them with the evidence.

Su Mo covered her face and ran off crying, with Shen Qingci chasing after her.

Before leaving, a murderous flash in his eyes toward Wu Yue flickered.

The hairs on the back of Wu Yue's neck stood on end. She knew all too well—Shen Qingci's sinister expression meant he now had it out for her.

Shen Qingci was a sneaky, petty bastard, holding grudges over the slightest offense, let alone being publicly humiliated by Wu Yue.

But it didn’t matter—there would be plenty more where that came from!

As the Shadow members left with Shen Qingci, Chen Zhou, left alone, picked up his chopped-off hand. He looked at her like a demon, glaring fixedly at Wu Yue’s retreating figure.

"Wu Yue, I'll fucking tear you apart!"

....

Even after leaving the dungeon and boarding Blaze’s shuttle, Wu Yue’s expression remained stone-faced.

Jian Suiyu glanced at her.

"Hey, didn't mean to scare you back there?"

Wu Yue was puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"Hearing this,"

Wu Yue grew serious and shook her head.

"Actually, I was just thinking—if it were me, instead of leaving a loose end by only cutting off Chen Zhou’s hand, it would’ve been better to kill him outright.

Not just kill him, but stab him in both sides of the chest to make sure he wasn’t a mirror clone.

No, better yet—just cut off his head, scramble his brains, dig out his heart, douse it in gasoline, and burn it to ashes.

Then I could be sure."

she added casually.

.....

For a long moment, the shuttle was dead silent.

Wu Yue turned her head in confusion, only to see all the Blaze members gaping at her.

After a while, the youngest member gulped and said,

"I thought the crew back at base were scary enough...

But today, I’m honored to witness the actual God of Death in person."

A snort broke the silence—coming from none other than the normally stone-faced Jian Suiyu.