Chapter 187 Prince Squire’s Reputation Skyrockets

Chapter 187: Prince Squire's Public Approval Skyrockets

"What the hell?!"

"They've spotted us!"

"Where's the shooting coming from?"

"The ridge! It's coming from the ridge!"

The previously smug group instantly fell into disarray.

Amid their disarray, another shot rang out from the summit.

"Bang!" Another bullet between the eyes, and another person collapsed to the ground.

In an instant, four out of the ten were eliminated and booted from the match.

Shen Qingci finally snapped out of it. "Everyone, take cover now!"

With that, he grabbed Su Mo and immediately sought refuge behind the largest tree trunk, breaking the sniper's sightline from above.

The moment Shen Qingci and Su Mo hid behind the tree, they came face-to-face with Shen Que.

His gaze turned icy. "So, it was you lying in ambush at the summit."

"Huh? Shen Qingci actually knows Prince Squire?"

"Probably just an imaginary rival. Delusional guys are like that—didn’t he also make Shen Que, the leader of Blaze, out to be his rival?"

"Pfft, who even pays him any attention?"

Eyes glinting with arrogance, Shen Qingci lipped, "You can't kill me. You know that."

Without hesitation, Shen Que drew his blade, but Shen Qingci deliberately provoked him.

"The mighty Prince Squire wouldn’t lower himself to kill a woman, would he?"

Su Mo, hiding behind Shen Qingci, peered out at Shen Que—his white hair and ethereal beauty making him stand out.

Shen Que was of mixed-race, his features leaning toward his Asian mother, but his hair and eyes took after his father.

His deep, emerald-green eyes gleamed like polar ice, clear and luminous, while his long white hair shimmered silver under the sunlight from every angle.

Even with his face smeared in dirt, his breathtaking beauty remained undeniable.

In stark contrast, Shen Qingci paled in every aspect, completely outclassed.

Su Mo gazed shyly at Shen Que. "Prince Squire, if you and your teammate would just hand over the high ground to us, we won’t attack you."

"Ugh... *gag*..."

"Can we not subject ourselves to this cringe-fest?"

"Internet users' have feelings too, you know."

Realizing Prince Squire hadn’t spared her a single glance—let alone acknowledged her—Su Mo turned beet-red, seething in frustration.

"Bang!"

Shen Qingci suddenly turned his head—in the time it took for those two sentences, another team's hiding spot was discovered and one-tapped.

Seizing the moment Shen Qingci turned away, Shen Que didn’t hesitate to throw his dagger at the last remaining ambush team.

The dagger pierced straight through a heart, wiping out Shen Qingci’s four-man squad.

Shen Qingci spun around, furious, and snapped, "That’s low!"

Shen Que couldn’t care less to argue with him. If he couldn’t kill Shen Qingci in one attempt, he’d try a hundred. If a hundred failed, he’d go for a thousand.

If he couldn’t kill Shen Qingci, he’d kill Su Mo instead.

From her sniper position, Wu Yue tilted her head slightly. Squire’s mop of white hair was glaringly conspicuous, like a glowing target.

Target acquired!

The moment Shen Qingci turned, Wu Yue smirked confidently, steadying her high-powered scope directly on his head before pulling the trigger.

At the same time, Shen Que’s blade was already pressed against Shen Qingci’s neck, angling his entire head into Wu Yue’s sights.

A second earlier, Shen Qingci’s face had still been twisted in a sneer.

Even as blood sprayed from his neck, his expression remained one of arrogant confidence.

But when the bullet’s massive impact struck his temple, Shen Qingci—still wearing that sneer—slumped sideways onto the ground.

In the same instant, both he and Su Mo were kicked from the match.

Shen Qingci vanished, leaving only a bloodstain spreading on the ground as proof that what had just happened wasn’t an illusion.

Shen Que’s eyes widened uncontrollably. He jerked his head up toward the mountaintop.

With his sharp reflexes and eagle-eyed vision, he could just barely make out Wu Yue waving two fingers at him (a victory gesture).

Killfeed updated:

Wu Yue — 18 kills

Squire — 14 kills

The two of them now topped the leaderboard.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Que blitzed through the forest like the wind.

His heart was hammering in his chest. He wanted—no, needed—to return to Wu Yue’s side immediately.

As he neared the summit, he saw Wu Yue still lying motionless in the perfect vantage point, exactly as she had been when he left.

Shen Que abruptly halted, forcing his racing heart to steady before slowly approaching her.

Wu Yue turned sharply at the sound, but upon seeing Squire, she immediately threw up a thumbs-up. "Prince, you’re amazing!

Out of 80 players, we took 32 kills between us. We’ve got this in the bag.

If we just keep ratting, we’ll definitely unlock the next map!"

Shen Que nodded. "Yeah."

But after Squire returned, he seemed out of it,

Wu Yue, "If you're tired, I'm not tired."

Shen Que shook his head, "I'm not tired."

Wu Yue, "But your hands are shaking. You don't kill often, do you, Prince?"

Shen Que, "Yeah."

He had killed many, but this was the first time he could kill Shen Qingci.

His hands trembled uncontrollably—too excited, beyond excited.

"The prince looks dazed. Such a bloody scene must be so unfamiliar to him."

"He's our little angel! Usually, he only blesses people. When has he ever killed anyone?"

"I love this kind of person—usually untouchable like a flower on a high peak, but actually just a sweet dork, obedient and never makes trouble."

"When something happens, he steps up, tougher than anyone else. After it's over, he's nervous and scared but still stubbornly puts up a brave front. Such a beautiful little angel!"

"Shen Qingci is truly vile! What was supposed to be a fun dating game, and he had to form a whole gang!"

"Of course. Weak men always need backup."

"Pfft, Shen Qingci is trash!"

Players exiting the Fox Spirit dating dungeon, no matter where the entrance was, would always reappear in the Breeder Promotion Zone of World City.

The moment Shen Qingci and Su Mo emerged, they saw many people holding signs at the exit.

These people looked at them eagerly, clearly waiting anxiously for their appearance.

The gloom of elimination vanished instantly. Shen Qingci wore a smirk—three parts aloof, four parts unruly.

It must be his flawless performance in the dungeon that attracted so many fans, who came just to cheer him on.

"Ugh! You lost and you're still here? Get lost already!"

"So shameless! A perfectly good game dungeon, and you had to bring a whole army—how pathetic can you get?"

"With that kind of cowardice, no wonder your team's going nowhere!"

"Total coward! Don’t get in the way of welcoming my prince!"

Shen Qingci turned in disbelief, "What are you talking about? Who are you waiting for?"

"Of course, it's Squire, our precious little angel. Who else? You, some average, self-important guy?"

"The little angel never even kills, yet he’s tougher than you!"

Shen Qingci, furious, "Average?! I’m the captain of Shadow Team, ranked seventh in the alliance! My individual fighting rank is eleventh in the world!"

"Totally mediocre."

"Is that even worth bragging about?"

"That's actually pretty sad."

"The average, self-important guy is losing it!"

Shen Qingci was about to point to his supposed fans in rebuttal when he froze in shock—the banners these people held were all in support of Squire.

His face fell in shock.

What the hell?!

After just three days in the dating game—how did Squire suddenly gain so many supporters?!