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Chapter 38: Chapter 38: Ning Rongrong Loves Playing with Handguns



"It's him."

Zhu Zhuqing instantly recognized the man after seeing just a glimpse of his profile. He was none other than Bule, the same person who, in the original story, had been brutally beaten by Ma Hongjun and then again by Xiao Wu.

Su Xiaoqi and the two girls silently followed Bule into a secluded alley within the city.

Focused entirely on tailing the curvaceous woman in front of him, Bule had no idea he was being followed.

"Damn it, looked great from behind—turns out she's just a brothel girl. What a damn buzzkill."

Bule was intimately familiar with this area. Just ahead was the red-light district, and judging by the woman's direction at this hour, it was clear she worked there.

Instantly losing interest in assaulting her, Bule sneered. Such cheap women weren't worth his time.

But just as he turned to look for a new target, he was greeted by the sight of Su Xiaoqi and the two girls standing before him.

"Holy shit… what a stunner!"

Bule's eyes lit up the moment he saw Zhu Zhuqing's explosive figure. Ning Rongrong was also a premium beauty on any other day, but next to Zhu Zhuqing, she was clearly outshone.

Bule looked at Su Xiaoqi and said, "Kid, let go of the girl in black. She's mine now."

Su Xiaoqi blinked—wasn't that line supposed to be his? How had he suddenly turned into the villain of this scene?

Bule turned to Zhu Zhuqing and leered, "Gorgeous, Uncle's here to save you. Just hold on."

As he finished speaking, four soul rings lit up beneath his feet—white, yellow, purple, purple.

"Zhuqing, Rongrong—cover your ears."

With that, Su Xiaoqi raised the handgun and pulled the trigger.

A series of deafening bang bang bang sounds echoed through the narrow, silent alley.

"Wh-what the..."

Ning Rongrong stared in utter shock at the blood-soaked corpse on the ground—Bule was very much dead, with no chance of getting back up. Zhu Zhuqing, on the other hand, handled it better—her mental resilience far outclassed Ning Rongrong's.

But the moment they got closer and saw the gaping bullet holes riddling Bule's body, images of the earlier blood-splatter scene replayed vividly in their minds.

"Blarrghhh—!" Ning Rongrong's stomach turned, and she threw up uncontrollably.

The sight triggered Zhu Zhuqing as well, and she soon doubled over, vomiting next to her.

Watching both girls retch made Su Xiaoqi finally lose his composure. "Ugh… you two, seriously— bleh—" and he joined in, throwing up beside them.

This wasn't just about testing the handgun's power—Su Xiaoqi had also intended to steel his nerves.

He knew that killing was something he wouldn't be able to avoid in the future. Rather than freeze at a critical moment later, it was better to start acclimating now. Killing someone like Bule, after all, came with relatively little guilt.

Originally, he thought he could tough it out through sheer willpower—but the sheer brutality of Bule's death, especially after unloading all fifteen bullets into him, proved too much.

After taking some time to collect themselves, Su Xiaoqi approached the girls and asked, "Are you two feeling any better? Let's get out of here."

Ning Rongrong, pale as a ghost, said, "Zhuqing… can you help me walk? I'm still feeling nauseous."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded. She had recovered faster than Ning Rongrong—she had seen corpses before, but never anything quite so gruesome.

The three of them found a nearby teahouse still open and ordered three bowls of tea to rinse their mouths.

"Phew, that's better."

Su Xiaoqi let out a breath and once again pulled out the handgun, placing it into Ning Rongrong's hands. "Rongrong, this gun is yours now—for self-defense. It's simple to use, and I'll teach you how. But listen carefully: you must use it with caution. Never point the barrel at anything other than your enemy."

Ning Rongrong held the gun delicately with both hands. Standing up, she gave Su Xiaoqi a deep bow. "Thank you. This is more valuable to me than you can imagine. If you ever need anything, just say the word. I, Ning Rongrong, will never refuse."

After what she had just witnessed, she understood the true value of this weapon—worth not just thousands, but perhaps tens of thousands in gold.

Su Xiaoqi chuckled. "Now you're being all polite? Weren't you the one who acted all friendly and familiar when you first came up to talk to me?"

"Hehe~" Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue playfully. Sitting back down, she began examining the handgun with curiosity. Suddenly, she looked up and asked, "Su Xiaoqi, do you have any more of these handguns?"

"More?"

Su Xiaoqi's expression grew odd. He really wanted to correct her and say, "Civilized people use the word 'how many,' not 'how many of these handguns.'"

Sensing his look, Ning Rongrong quickly explained, "Don't misunderstand. I'm not asking for a freebie. I'm willing to buy from you. This weapon could be very important for my clan. You can name your price."

Su Xiaoqi rolled his eyes. "You think these are cabbages I can pick up from the street? I've only got this one. If I weren't worried about you getting bullied tomorrow when Zhuqing and I are gone, I wouldn't even consider giving it to you."

"Also, let me make something very clear—you mustn't tell anyone about this gun, not even your father. Otherwise, we're no longer friends."

Truthfully, getting weapons was easy for him. Whether it was a rocket launcher or a full-on cannon, he could procure it.

But he wasn't ready to expose that kind of firepower yet. He trusted Ning Rongrong for now, but who knew what her crafty father, Ning Fengzhi, might do when he saw such weapons—especially if Su Xiaoqi wasn't around to stop him from targeting Zhu Zhuqing.

"You and Zhuqing are leaving tomorrow? Are you going away for good?" Ning Rongrong panicked, immediately forgetting all about the handgun.

Su Xiaoqi reassured her, "We're just taking care of something—we'll be back tomorrow."

"You'll go to the academy alone tomorrow. Just tell Flender that Zhuqing's family came looking for her. He won't ask too many questions."

It was the best excuse he could come up with—and it might even rattle Dai Mubai a bit. Let's see how scared you get when you think someone from Star Luo Empire came knocking.

Ning Rongrong nodded. "Got it. But promise me—you have to come back."

She wasn't worried about their safety. With Su Xiaoqi around, she doubted anything would go wrong. What scared her was the thought of being abandoned by the two of them.

"Don't worry." Su Xiaoqi smiled. "Alright, it's getting late. Let me teach you how to use the handgun. Then you can try it out yourself."

To her credit, Ning Rongrong had a decent aptitude for this kind of thing. She quickly picked up how to operate the weapon. The three of them then headed to an isolated spot, where Ning Rongrong fired the first bullet of her life—though her aim was wildly off.

"Shooting a handgun is so hard," she said dejectedly, staring at how far off-target she'd been. "I swear I aimed properly."

"Rongrong… could you please use a different phrase?" Su Xiaoqi sighed. "Something like 'firing a gun,' maybe?"

He was pretty sure she wasn't doing it on purpose—but he couldn't shake the feeling she was messing with him on some other level.

"Did I say something wrong?" Ning Rongrong looked up at him innocently, blinking. "Su Xiaoqi, can you teach me the proper way to play with my handgun again? I think my posture was off—that's why I couldn't aim well."

Pffft.

Ning Rongrong's innuendos were coming way too fast—and Su Xiaoqi was struggling to keep up.

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