They Would Have Already Killed Us All

Cheng Shuili was truly unaccustomed to this!

Just a moment ago, she had been like a startled cat, nearly jumping right off the old wooden crate she was sitting on.

Fortunately, this person hadn't made any further intimate gestures.

Cheng Shuili really hoped everyone would respect personal boundaries, and her dearest chef was certainly no exception.

After seeing off one team, the next arrived quietly, but this group was not nearly as reasonable as Qian Xun's squad.

At first, Ailin only fired warning shots to deter them, but after nearly being shot herself, she decisively wounded one of them. However, the injury to their teammate did not dampen their courage; instead, it seemed to ignite the fuse.

Gunfire erupted outside the warehouse instantly, with dense bullets pelting the thick iron doors and walls, creating a teeth-gritting cacophony of impacts.

The high windows were also struck by stray bullets, causing shards of shattered glass to shower down.

Xinxue had been a bit hesitant to return fire earlier, but under this barrage, she felt a sudden surge of anger. The submachine gun in her hands immediately spat fire, strafing the areas outside the window where shadows were moving.

Although the bullets mostly missed, the sheer intensity was certainly remarkable.

Only Master of Slacking kept glancing at Xinxue out of the corner of his eye... those were his bullets she was firing!

Wuwuwu.

It's just bullying.

Ailin, however, remained calm. She fired in continuous, precise bursts, and every shot was accompanied by a muffled groan or cry of surprise from outside.

This squad was clearly more volatile and lacked coordination, relying entirely on raw aggression to launch their assault.

"Conserve ammunition."

Cheng Shuili's voice remained calm, and she even poured herself another cup of 'cold brew tea'.

Don't get her wrong, mountain spring water is just mountain spring water, and the tea brewed from it has a unique flavor.

"Let them charge."

The attack from outside lasted for several minutes. Perhaps realizing that the cost of a direct assault was too high, the gunfire gradually thinned, replaced by chaotic, exasperated roars!

"Bastards inside! Hand over the coatings! Otherwise, when we charge in, we'll slaughter the lot of you!"

"F#%￥! If you have the guts, face us in a one-on-one fight! What are you doing hiding in there like turtles?!"

Cheng Shuili took a slow sip of tea, turning a deaf ear to the curses outside. Instead, she tilted her head toward Master of Slacking and said, "Listen, how unoriginal. They keep repeating the same few phrases; their vocabulary is pitiful enough to be sympathetic."

Master of Slacking: "..."

All he wanted to do now was hug his pathetic remaining stockpile of bullets and cry.

Ailin stood behind the wall, adjusting the rifle in her hands. Honestly, since entering this world, this was the first time she had handled such a high-quality weapon. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Cheng Shuili and asked, "Do you need me to make them shut up?"

"Oh, no rush," Cheng Shuili waved her hand. "Fighting and killing are the final options. Let's try to win them over with virtue first."

Hearing this, Master of Slacking fell silent.

Fighting and killing are the final options? Why did she start with violence when she met him? Was he any different from these people? Why was he being treated differently?

It was really too much!

After Cheng Shuili said "win them over with virtue," she set down her teacup in a leisurely manner, ignoring the look on Master of Slacking's face that clearly said, 'Are you kidding me?'

The cursing and sporadic gunfire outside the warehouse became her background music.

"Ailin," Cheng Shuili said, "Directly in front of you, the one with the crew cut hiding behind the half-block of concrete who is shouting the loudest—give his left arm a shot."

"Bang!" The gunshot rang out almost exactly as her final syllable faded.

A stifled cry of pain immediately echoed from outside the window, and the shouting came to an abrupt halt.

Cheng Shuili spread her hands, her tone as casual as if she were discussing the weather. "Now they are finally willing to listen to reason. This is what we call winning them over with virtue."

So that's how it works?

Master of Slacking didn't know what to say, but his eyes remained fixed on Cheng Shuili, waiting for this person to continue with her shocking remarks.

Cheng Shuili stood up, brushed off some non-existent dust, and walked slowly to the warehouse door. She raised a hand and pulled the door open just enough to allow sound to pass through.

The sound of the rain was instantly amplified.

Cheng Shuili cleared her throat, her voice cutting through the rain with a strange, calm penetration: "Friends outside, don't be so hot-headed. I am Angry Crow Takes Flight. The coatings in the warehouse are indeed in my possession, and there is a significant quantity—enough for us to split."

After a brief silence, an irate voice roared back: "Angry Crow Takes Flight?? Don't try to fool us! If you were the top-ranked player, you would have already killed us all! Would you be opening the door to shout at us like this?"

Huh?

Cheng Shuili truly hadn't expected this reply.

People's thoughts were truly different, and their impressions of others were clearly just as varied.

The shouting hadn't stopped.

"Brothers! If they were truly capable of finishing us off, they wouldn't be opening the door to negotiate! Keep up the assault! Seize the coatings!"

"Seize the coatings!"

"Charge!"

Cheng Shuili: "..."

She sneered and firmly shut the door.

It didn't matter if the business deal happened or not, but if someone was seeking death, Cheng Shuili was obligated to satisfy them.

She looked up at Ailin, who was waiting for her command. Their gazes met in the air, and with just a look, Ailin understood.

The rifle in her hands spat fire once more, and this time, it was no longer a warning shot.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three precise, rapid-fire shots, and three screams erupted from outside the warehouse. The effect was immediate; the other side went silent instantly.

Cheng Shuili just drank her tea quietly. She wasn't thinking about winning them over with virtue anymore; she was just waiting for Ailin and Xinxue to finish off this group of troublemakers.

Master of Slacking muttered to himself, thinking that this group really shouldn't have provoked this particular person.

The gunfire lasted for a few minutes. The opposing side seemed to have been beaten into submission, or perhaps they had run out of ammunition, or maybe their numbers had been reduced too severely; their firepower plummeted.

After another minute, the other side began to beg for mercy.

Cheng Shuili didn't react at all to these movements.

What were you doing before?

You asked why I didn't kill you when I wanted to talk, and now that I want to kill you, you want to talk? Life has no regrets pills; what is missed is missed.

However, Ailin didn't completely wipe them out. After wounding or killing everyone who had fired a weapon, the skirmish finally came to an end.

The opposing side seemed to drag their wounded away into the distance. As for where they were hiding, Cheng Shuili neither cared nor paid attention.

She found it somewhat boring and was just about to find something else to waste time on when a male voice came from outside.

"Boss Crow! We are sincerely looking to purchase coatings. Can we talk this over properly?"

Xinxue, who was standing at a high vantage point, immediately reported the situation: "Three people, two men and one woman."

Three people?

This number reminded Cheng Shuili of something. She turned her head to look at Master of Slacking.

Master of Slacking had still been looking at his panel, and upon meeting Cheng Shuili's gaze, he trembled instantly. Before she could even ask, he replied, "Fengyun Tianxia and his group are also two men and one woman."