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The taxi turned right, slowly, and the number of people outside began to dwindle until they were no longer visible. The road was bumpy. Just as the witch was about to speak, the car stopped. The driver pulled out a handgun and aimed it at her, saying, "Get out."
What the hell! You bastard, I told you to drive here and then you jump out and run away? Why are you trying to be a hero? Cui Ming didn't want to curse, but he had to in his heart; he hated unexpected situations the most.
Fortunately, the witch opened the car door and stepped out. The driver got out and closed the door. The witch calmly asked, "Robbing for money or for pleasure?" She regarded him as a robber.
"Less talk, turn around," the driver said fiercely.
The witch shook her head and raised her hand, turning the driver's palm into ice. Beiyue watched Cui Ming; Cui Ming shook his head, not in a hurry. The driver was not in danger. Based on the car's position, Little Lu's transfer was not yet in place to effectively protect the driver, so there was no rush. Why wasn't the driver in danger? It was clear from the witch's actions; she could easily kill him but chose not to. Why? Because she needed a driver.
The witch took the gun away and waved her hand, causing the ice to shatter. The driver was tough; he endured the extreme cold while rubbing his hands without uttering a sound. The witch said, "Drive. I don't want to kill anyone today."
The driver stepped back toward the driver's seat when suddenly he raised his right hand, and a gun slid from his sleeve into his grasp. He fired at the witch, but an invisible force blocked the bullet, causing it to flatten and ricochet off to the side. The witch sighed and aimed her gun at him.
At that moment, a white light shot from the side. The witch quickly dodged as Little Lu emerged from behind a wall, dual guns aimed at her. "Leave."
The driver still showed some loyalty, backing away while warning, "Be careful, brother; she isn't afraid of bullets."
Little Lu remained silent. Suddenly he moved forward quickly into a thirty-meter range of the witch, firing both guns simultaneously. Rays of holy light flew out like bullets. The witch also moved, teleporting next to Little Lu and unleashing a burst of frost. But just before the frost exploded, Little Lu suddenly retreated, instantly moving back thirty meters while throwing the driver aside. One gun pointed skyward while the other aimed at the witch.
The witch was surprised. "How did you evade that?" Seeing his young age, it was impossible for him to know what she had only comprehended ten years ago; if he didn’t know, how could he have dodged?
Little Lu replied, "Ten seconds. Tell me about Master Bei."
"Master Bei?" The witch was puzzled; she hadn’t considered Cui Ming being here—she thought it impossible for him to appear.
"Six."
"Who are you?"
"Four."
The witch stepped back, wary.
"Ten seconds left." Little Lu fired, his right hand shooting a bullet that the witch narrowly avoided. With his left hand, he unleashed a beam of holy light that struck the witch's body. She felt a burning sensation on her chest and looked down to see a large hole burned through her clothing, revealing a patch of charred muscle that was smoking.
The witch immediately asked, "Are you looking for Master Bei?"
Little Lu remained silent. He continued to attack with both guns, alternating between them. Suddenly, he fired both guns rapidly before switching to a single gun that shot holy light, reaching an impressive distance of ninety meters. The witch attempted to counterattack, advancing towards him, but Little Lu retreated. When she fell back, he pressed forward, maintaining the distance between them. He kept firing regardless of whether the witch cursed or pleaded; he remained unmoved.
The witch was strong. Cui Ming knew Little Lu was certainly powerful, but he hadn't anticipated such a one-sided situation. Generally, a magician's reach was not as long as that of an archer unless they prepared spell scrolls, but those spells would be interrupted by Little Lu as soon as they were initiated. The speed of magicians had always been the Achilles' heel of Magic System practitioners.
Little Lu took his time, relentlessly pursuing the witch. She broke through a wall, and he followed closely behind, firing holy bullets that pierced through the wall and struck her repeatedly. The witch's body was battered like the ground hit by meteor showers—burning piece by piece—until her black gauze dress was completely incinerated, leaving her exposed. Cui Ming was shocked; Little Lu, I thought you were above being lewd, yet your actions defined what it meant to be uprightly lewd.
The witch struggled desperately several times but had no strength left to resist; this was suppression. An archer had always been a nightmare for magicians. But this was too brutal; Cui Ming couldn't help but feel sympathy for the witch.
Covering her chest with one hand and her lower body with the other, she knelt down and said, "I will tell you anything you want to know."
Little Lu lowered his guns and tossed the Force Lock chain given to him by Beiyue: "Put it on yourself; you only have one chance."
The witch hesitated, seemingly stalling for time as she slowly moved toward the chain.
Little Lu added, "Mundo is still in the taxi."
The witch's resolve crumbled completely; however, she was unwilling to put on the Force Lock chain and be at their mercy. Ignoring her lack of clothing, she turned and ran behind a low wall. Little Lu sighed and charged forward in an instant, firing at the wall with pinpoint shots of holy light. However, he did not expect that instead of fleeing, the witch would teleport directly at him.
This is bad; my retreat needs some time.
The witch spread her arms wide, freezing the air within a thirty-meter radius around her. Little Lu found himself encased in ice and unable to move. The witch chanted incantations while her appearance aged visibly with each passing moment; the power of the ice crystals within that range intensified further.
Then he felt a jolt in his Force; the spell was interrupted. The myriad ice crystals vanished in an instant. Turning his head, he saw Cui Ming and Beiyue beside him. The witch instantly understood what had happened and glared fiercely at Beiyue: "So it was you, you bastard."
"Cui Ming said, 'Hey, speak more politely. Her father is someone you don't want to mess with.'
Cui Ming's words made Beiyue, who was initially angry, blush slightly as she reminded him not to speak carelessly.
Cui Ming smiled and continued, 'Now we have two options. The first option is that we beat you half to death and put on the Force Restraint.'
'And the second option?' The witch glared at Cui Ming.
'The second option is that we beat you almost to death and then put on the Force Restraint.' With that, Cui Ming made his move, sending a buff card flying toward Beiyue, who lunged at the witch. The witch used a freezing spell, creating a burst of ice crystals that trapped Beiyue. In her hand, the Severe Blade shone brightly; with a surge of Force, the ice surrounding Beiyue shattered into pieces. Beiyue struck the witch on the shoulder with her blade, then swung down four times, hitting the witch on the head.
Having regained her freedom, Little Lu stepped back, holding her dual pistols and watching silently. There was no need for her to get involved in this battle between women. The witch couldn't freeze Beiyue, and a sudden ambush from a spell called Sacrificial Youth was interrupted by an explosive card thrown by Cui Ming from the sidelines. Soon after, the heavily injured witch scattered her Force and collapsed from exhaustion. Beiyue approached her and, instead of using her Greatsword, began to punch her head with her Force-enhanced fists.
Cui Ming remarked, 'This is to remind you that even if you're going to die, you should keep your mouth clean; otherwise, dying won't be pleasant.' He tossed the Force Restraint to Beiyue.
Beiyue caught it and locked it onto the witch. The witch's Force was insufficient to resist the shackles and was soon immobilized. Beiyue pointed at Cui Ming, who reluctantly took off his coat and draped it over the witch. Little Lu approached and said, 'Actually, you didn't need my help.'
'This is Plan Three,' Cui Ming replied. 'Of course we need your help; things are looking quite good right now. Should we also take advantage of Mundo?' This was indeed Little Lu's contribution; if the witch had been at her best, Cui Ming and Beiyue might have defeated her easily. However, capturing her alive would have been quite troublesome—there was no telling if she would resort to self-destruction or other desperate measures. But if they knew how weakened she was after leaving Antarctica, Cui Ming wouldn't have bothered them at all.
'No, Mundo isn't that easy to deal with; my Holy Light Purification won't save us. I suggest you contact the Ding Family immediately; otherwise, if Mundo discovers she's missing, he might retaliate against others.'
'Got it, Little Lu; I'll remember this favor.'
'Don't worry about it too much. We need to stick together; I can't handle Mundo alone. If he goes crazy, I hope you can stand up for me.'
Cui Ming nodded. 'Alright, but I don't think the witch is worth Mundo going insane over.'
The driver miraculously survived and contacted his accomplices; soon another car arrived. The three of them loaded the witch into the vehicle while the new driver headed toward an abandoned mine in the suburbs. Since all taxi drivers were their people, Mundo had already gotten out on another side and wouldn't run into Cui Ming and his group.
...
Upon arrival, the driver realized these people were practitioners and got out to smoke while still keeping an eye on the center of the mine out of curiosity. Cui Ming called out, 'Hey brother, do you have any interrogation masters?'"
"Yes." The driver hurried to the side of the car and picked up the mobile phone to make contact.
Beiyue tossed the witch aside, while Cui Ming retrieved his clothes. Fortunately, although the witch had used some underhanded magic, her appearance and figure had not changed much, so the clothes were still wearable. It wasn't about whether she was a bad person; it was mainly based on her gender and looks.
The witch woke up and glanced at the three of them with indifference. Little Lu sat to the side, showing no concern for herself but rather for Beiyue and Cui Ming. The witch didn't mind being without clothes; she sneered disdainfully, "What’s wrong? Does the little pup miss Daddy?"
"You bastard!" Cui Ming wiped away a cold sweat. Did it have to be this insulting?
Beiyue angrily punched Cui Ming, "Don't insult my mother."
Cui Ming rubbed his head and said, "No need to talk now; we’re waiting for someone. We're not good at interrogation, but there are experts over there who brought saline solution. They’ll enjoy themselves for half an hour before we talk." He wouldn’t underestimate her; it was her fault he was in this predicament.
Beiyue felt a bit sorry for her. Cui Ming's heart was much colder than Beiyue's. Beiyue persuaded, "You have no other choice; tell me my dad's whereabouts."
"And then you’ll let me go?"
Cui Ming replied, "How could that be? Keeping you, our enemy, around to seek revenge? If you want to die with some dignity, cooperate a little. Everyone dies eventually, right? Besides, aren’t you worried about Master Bei? We can rescue him."
The witch snorted and fell silent. About twenty minutes later, a car stopped in front of them. A thin man wearing a mask and dressed in a doctor's outfit got out carrying a case. The doctor approached the witch without saying a word, opened the case, took out a syringe, and drew up some liquid. "This solution will amplify your pain; your body will try to protect itself and cause you to lose consciousness. I will use this red liquid to wake you up. When you regain consciousness, you'll feel like your blood is filled with ants crawling all over you, and you won’t be able to scratch at all. This time, you won’t lose consciousness. This bottle contains saline solution; it will ensure you don’t dehydrate over the next three days. If you can endure today, I’ll need to supplement some more medication. Now let's begin with step one: fear enhancement. I will start by removing your left eyeball..."
"No, no! I’m willing to talk," the witch said with fear evident on her face. "Get him away from me." (To be continued.)
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