Chapter 180: Why Not Just Beat Them More?
Kuro walked forward, and paused a few steps away from Hao, then gave a nod.
‘Greetings, Master.’
‘I returned ahead of schedule. There is sothing I must report with urgency.’
Hao raised an eyebrow and gave a subtle chin flick toward the corner – one of those wordless mouth-gestures only asians instinctively understood. The kind that ant “over there.”
‘Is it about those two?’ Hao asked.
The older one’s knocked out now. Guess the chair is more comfortable than it looks.
Kuro glanced in the direction Hao motioned.
‘Yes, Master.’
Kuro stepped closer and settled in front of Hao. She began her report.
She recounted everything plainly, from when she first spotted the wounded pair to the mont she struck – three dead, two captured.
Hao exhaled slowly and scratched the side of his head.
“So that’s what happened, huh… Those rogue cultivators were the ones who hurt those two kids, right?”
‘All indications suggest so, Master. Their actions spoke for themselves.’ Kuro answered without hesitation.
He wasn’t shocked Kuro had killed three of them. She was a spiritual beast, after all. Creatures like her lived by instinct, and taking down those who ant harm was probably as normal to her as swatting flies.
If anything, she’d held back.
What really caught him off guard… was the thod.
His eye twitched slightly.
A pistol? Kuro actually used a Desert Eagle to catch them?
So that’s why she had asked him to draw one before!
Hao stared at the baton hanging from Kuro’s belt. That inconspicuous thing had sohow unlocked a path to modern firearms in a cultivation world.
Seriously… how badly had he underestimated the potential that little stick held?
That thing wasn’t just a weapon. It was straight-up SSS-Tier!
Nah, fuck that. Even SSS wasn’t enough.
It was SSSR Limited Edition, the kind of item you only pulled during a one-ti event banner… and only if you sacrificed your entire wallet, dignity, and maybe your soul.
The kind of gear that only whales with ten credit cards and no self-control ever got to flex.
If he’d introduced her to the RPG instead, would she have just blasted a crater through the street, returning with two arms plus a leg?
‘Actually, that might be kind of fun.’ Hao thought, already imagining future chaos.
Not the dismbered body parts – he wasn’t that deranged – but the idea of Kuro casually whipping out modern Earth weapons in this world was kind of hilarious. And terrifying. And also, a little exciting.
Now he wasn’t sure if he should be proud, concerned, or both.
‘…Alright.’ Hao said at last, rubbing his nose and leaning forward.
‘Let see the ones you captured, Kuro.’
Kuro nodded.
She raised one paw and tapped the floor lightly.
A ripple of inky blackness spread from her pawprint. It spread outward in a neat circle, humming faintly as it condensed in the center.
A dense sphere of darkness blood up from the floor like a rising bubble, pulsing once.
Then it popped silently, vanishing with a shimr.
Left behind were two unconscious n.
One was broad-shouldered with a jagged scar over his chin – clearly the leader.
The other, younger and wiry, was the one Kuro rembered being called “Flinter.”
Both were bound by black cords of shadow wrapped tight around their limbs, twitching slightly every few seconds to tighten the hold if they moved.
Hao glanced at them, then looked at Kuro.
“Can you wake them up?”
Kuro bopped her head, moved forward, and gave each of them a polite little tap on the head with her paw.
Nothing.
‘I don’t have any abilities for that, Master.’
‘Though… I could use the Desert Eagle.”
“…”
Hao blinked.
What?! Is she getting addicted to that pistol?!
Was that her solution to every problem now? Wake soone up? Desert Eagle.
Before Hao could spiral further, Kuro added. ‘Little Sneak might have sothing, Master.’
“Yeah…” Hao nodded, only to rember a second later – that little rat wasn’t even here.
Kuro had already sent him back to their base. Apparently, Little Sneak was one of the “core mbers” of their clan.
Hao sighed, then blinked again – this ti catching Mo Xixi, who was behind the counter and very clearly staring at him.
Her expression was cold as ever… but she seed oddly fixated. A tiny furrow between her brows. Her foot tapping slightly.
She looked… jealous?
‘Eh?’ Hao thought.
He gave her a casual smile and said. “Oi, Little Xixi.”
Her eyes lit up.
Then imdiately dimd back down like a candle under a wok lid. She cleared her throat and walked as if nothing happened.
Obviously, she was happy.
“What is it, boss?”
“You got anything that can wake these two up?”
Mo Xixi tilted her head, then offered innocently. “Why not just beat them up more, boss? Won’t they wake up from that?”
Hao almost choked on air.
He stared at her.
Was this how all his employees thought?
What’s next? Cure poisoning by stabbing it out?
He coughed, waving off the ntal image. “Ahem… Any other thods, Little Xixi?”
Mo Xixi crouched beside the two, then calmly reached out – her small hands suddenly gripping each of their heads.
Firmly.
Very firmly.
So firmly that Hao could feel the tension in the air shift.
‘No way, right?!’
He stared, sweating slightly. She looked small, but what if she had so kind of ancient demonic curse technique that made heads act like balloons?
Wouldn’t that an even a baby could pop them off?
He wasn’t ready for a gore surprise this early in the day.
Mo Xixi mumbled sothing.
Hao couldn’t catch it at all. It was soft, like she’d just breathed it out to herself.
And then, as if nothing happened, she casually let go of their heads, stood up, and turned around, strolling back toward the counter.
“Little Xi – ?”
Before Hao could finish, the two rogue cultivators suddenly convulsed.
Their bodies jerked upright, screaming.
“AAARRGGHH!!”
“GAAAAHHHH!!!”
As if so invisible force had yanked them by the spine and slamd them into a sitting position.
Their eyes snapped wide open. Bloodshot. Full panic.
They gasped and wheezed like they’d just been crushed under a 200kg barbell during a failed bench press PR.
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