When disaster struck, I became a big shot surviving in the ocean. Chapter 178 - 176 Hannah and Scheming3

"What’s wrong?"

Chen Qing lowered her eyelids, looking at Hannah with indifference.

Although Chen Qing did nothing, her attitude deeply provoked Luo Hui Hannah.

Hannah’s face suddenly darkened, and tal shutters suddenly rose, sealing the entire store.

The atmosphere turned pitch-black and gloomy, and Hannah, with a twisted expression, glared at Chen Qing with hatred.

She hated these self-proclaid geniuses the most!

It was as if, as if she wasn’t even worthy of their attention!

"What’s wrong?"

"Obviously, everything is wrong."

"I’ve gone through great pains to bring you to the warehouse, and worked very hard to adjust these chanics."

"Recovering these chanics, I racked my brains to defeat countless competitors."

"And you walk away without even a glance, isn’t that inappropriate?"

In the darkness, Hannah’s smile was sinister as she slowly approached Chen Qing, looking terrifying.

"So, your grievance is that I should have looked at those chanics."

Chen Qing made no move, and suddenly, nurous chanical creations, all battle models, appeared around her.

They followed Hannah’s movents, encircling Chen Qing.

"Of course..."

"Not anymore!!"

Hannah smirked sinisterly, suddenly attacking Chen Qing!

"Your life ends here today!!"

In the blink of an eye, Hannah had already reached Chen Qing, her dagger dipped in poison, aiming straight for Chen Qing’s heart.

Black Blade blocked her attack, the blade of the dagger striking against the sword.

The next second, Hannah’s figure flew out of Chen Qing’s sight like a kite with its string cut, crashing viciously into the wall!

Chen Qing withdrew her leg, a huge footprint evident on Hannah’s chest.

The Hannah kicked away by Chen Qing lay motionless on the ground, as if dead.

"How weak."

Chen Qing stared at the back of Hannah’s head, eventually spitting out two words.

Barely conscious, Hannah, on hearing these words, summoned an unknown strength to try and rise from the ground.

"Crack—"

A sharp sound of bone breaking echoed, as Chen Qing stepped heavily on Hannah’s spine, looking down at her indifferently.

"Who’s behind this."

Luo Hui Hannah, a low-level recycler from Rust Island, could not possibly have so many of Treasure Sea’s latest battle model chanical creations.

If she had such capabilities, she wouldn’t be confined to staying on Rust Island.

The cost of those chanical creations was rather high, not re factory goods.

And with Hannah’s strength, if she didn’t have so confidence, would she dare to provoke an attempt on her life?

There must be soone behind Hannah.

This person likely began plotting everything since she set foot on Wind Charm Island.

Wind Charm Island, a mariti village, the Deserted Island where Ming Rang resides, Ghost Moon Pirate Group.

It seems soone had been watching her all along.

Little did they expect that she had acquired the "chanical Core Invasion" skill from Lei Guang, and during Hannah’s rant, Chen Qing had already taken control of the chanical creations.

This batch of chanical creations were purely aiding the enemy.

Chen Qing’s expression remained cold as she increased the pressure on her foot.

"..."

Awakened by the intense pain, Hannah regained a bit of her senses only to face the terrible situation at hand.

She was extrely panicked.

The fear of death hung over her like a knife about to drop at any mont.

Reveal the mastermind, die.

Keep silent, still die.

No matter how Hannah chose, her fate was inescapable.

"This is Rust Island."

"I belong to Rust Island, you, you, you can’t kill ."

Hannah spat out a mouthful of blood as she spoke, the taste of rust overwhelming her mouth.

She tried to calm herself, foolishly hoping to use Rust Island to pressure Chen Qing.

Unfortunately, it was useless.

Not to ntion whether Chen Qing was afraid of Rust Island, rely the act of killing was nothing significant on Rust Island.

Hannah herself had killed many people before.

Rust Island was only relatively safer compared to other islands in Treasure Sea, not truly safe.

"So, Rust Island is behind this?"

A sharp blade lay across Hannah’s neck, imdiately drawing a deep gash.

"..."

An image flashed through Hannah’s mind, the threatening words echoing clearly in her ears.

No, she absolutely could not tell!

Her resolve hardened, she closed her eyes.

"Yes, it’s Rust Island."

"Bang—!!"

The doors of Hannah’s recycling shop were kicked open with a loud bang.

Along with the sound of the door breaking was a furious female voice.

"It’s your daddy’s big-headed ghost!!!"