Chapter Fifteen: Passive Resistance

That little wench is ruthless! Fu Qian stared expressionlessly at the woman who had transformed into a Wolverine-like figure.

To deal with an ordinary bodyguard, she even brought out something like that.

Captain Gu beside him had already turned pale, nervously watching Fu Qian.

He subtly made a hand signal, urging Fu Qian to surrender as quickly as possible when the time came.

Fu Qian waved him off, signaling not to be anxious.

These blades looked intimidating, but they were too short; unless they struck a vital spot, they couldn’t cause serious harm—at worst, just superficial wounds.

Generally, those who like to show off with flashy weapons aren’t that strong.

Meanwhile, the butler thoughtfully arranged for the area to be cleared, creating a space.

He wasn’t fond of such farcical scenes, but now that it had come to this, he wouldn’t stop it.

“Don’t blink, big brother, I’m starting now!” The little wolf woman smiled brightly, her voice sweet and delicate.

She stuck out her bright red tongue to lick the blades on her fingertips, then transformed into a shadow, instantly closing in on Fu Qian.

Without hesitation, she slapped at Fu Qian’s face.

No way!

Faced with such a vicious strike, Fu Qian frowned.

Was he too strong or was she too weak? There was none of the terrifying aura that the Porcelain Maiden’s deadly blade once evoked.

Others might see this woman’s movements as lightning-fast and unstoppable.

But to Fu Qian, they were as slow as an old man doing Tai Chi.

Without moving his lower body, Fu Qian twisted his face and dodged the strike.

Not only that, he quickly turned his head back.

Someone with bad eyesight might think the little wolf woman had missed her target.

“Not bad!” After missing, the woman swiftly moved back, eyeing Fu Qian with uncertainty.

Unfortunately, Fu Qian ignored her and glanced at Young Master Ye’s side.

That middle-aged man who had gotten out of the car with them seemed clearly stronger than the others.

If he joined the fight, it would make more sense than this little wolf woman.

At this moment, the latter’s expression was serious, eyes squinting as she stared at Fu Qian.

“Again!” The little wolf woman gritted her teeth.

Maybe anger fueled by being underestimated, this time her speed was even better, and the blades in her fingers sliced through the air with a sharp sound.

But in the next moment, she felt pain in her wrist, horrified to find her arm caught by her opponent’s single hand.

Despite being so close, she couldn’t break free.

So I’ve already become this strong.

Fu Qian held her slender wrist, silently marveling.

“What rank of extraordinary are you?”

“Eighth... rank... who exactly are you?”

Not understanding why he asked, the little wolf woman knew she had misjudged this time.

How could this guy be just an ordinary bodyguard?

Eighth rank? Zhu Bajie would be way stronger than you.

Fu Qian snorted.

This woman was actually eighth rank? He felt confident enough to take on ten of her at once!

Her beast form was even stronger than expected.

Looking at the blades on the ground and the warped hand he was still holding, the little wolf woman’s face twisted in pain.

Fu Qian felt no mercy; she hadn’t held back earlier.

Against an ordinary person, she revealed her claws and aimed every strike at his face.

Clearly, she intended to disfigure him, trying to mess with Young Master Ye’s mindset.

A fierce dog.

Fu Qian took a deep breath, gripping hard.

The little wolf woman screamed painfully as the blades dropped from her hands.

Before she could finish her cry, a violent force struck her side.

She flew like a cannonball, crashing headfirst into the car they had just descended from.

She struggled thrice but couldn’t get up.

“Not bad, huh?”

Kicking his opponent away, Fu Qian turned around.

Young Master Ye’s face was a picture—he stared intensely at Fu Qian’s kicking leg.

Clearly, even if it were him, he couldn’t kick so effortlessly.

Not just him, Captain Gu’s mouth hung open, his eyes nearly popping out.

“Be careful.”

The middle-aged man beside Young Master Ye cautiously stepped forward, shielding him.

Killer intent surged.

This guy was interesting. Seeing the middle-aged man about to act, Fu Qian was more pleased than alarmed.

The woman from before was hardly a worthy opponent.

As the saying goes: if you seek excitement, go all the way.

Since the fight had already begun, knowing these people weren’t the type to make peace, it was better to knock them all down as quickly as possible.

[Wenli has died, containment failed.]

[Evaluation: Negligent.]

[Penalty: Sanity -5, current sanity 37.]

Just as the battle was about to erupt, a prompt suddenly sounded in his ears.

...!

Are you kidding me?

I knew this mission wasn’t easy, but this fast?

Back in the warehouse, Fu Qian could hardly accept the outcome.

No sign of struggle, and Wenli was no ordinary extraordinary—she was in her heavily guarded family mansion, yet she died silently?

Looks like his intuition was right; this mission was far more difficult than imagined.

The worst part was being labeled negligent, losing 5 sanity points.

That was equivalent to five lives—outrageous.

Fu Qian was deeply saddened, his joy of leveling up completely dampened.

He decided to blame Young Master Ye and his reckless friends.

[Event replay]

Not rushing to join again, Fu Qian decisively chose to replay the earlier events.

At 5 minutes and 12 seconds, Wenli died, and the mission failed.

[Consumed 1 sanity point, attempting containment again.]

After confirming Wenli’s time of death, Fu Qian touched the mist gate.

The Wen family mansion reappeared.

This time, without waiting for Captain Gu’s admonishment, Fu Qian approached him and asked a question.

“I heard Miss Wen is a genius extraordinary, at least seventh rank now. Does she really need our protection?”

“You’re pretty well-informed!” Captain Gu glanced at Fu Qian in surprise.

“I only heard rumors. It’s said her ability is psychic-based, and before reaching mid-rank, her physical condition is quite fragile, not much better than an ordinary person.

That’s why so many assassins have appeared recently, aiming to snuff her out in the cradle—because once she truly levels up, she’ll be much harder to deal with.”

That was an explanation; Captain Gu’s gossip skills were pretty good.

Fu Qian looked up; the butler was already coming out of the villa. Soon, Young Master Ye and his party’s car would arrive.

Next step: find out how Miss Wen died.

According to the earlier timeline, she would die at 5 minutes and 12 seconds.

He had at most five minutes left now.

The question was, how to confirm?

From previous physical exchanges, Fu Qian had a clear understanding of his combat power.

Around the plaza stood a dozen tall white pillars, all carved directly from solid stone.

Seeing Young Master Ye’s car approaching, and with everyone’s attention distracted, Fu Qian quietly approached one pillar and kicked its base hard.

Half a minute later, with a heavy rumble, the pillar crashed to the ground.

Screams erupted, and sharp alarms blared instantly.

Young Master Ye’s car hadn’t even stopped before four men burst out like lightning.

The welcoming team behind the butler immediately fell into chaos.

Taking advantage of the confusion, Fu Qian blended in with the crowd and slipped into the villa.