Chapter 18: The Pretty Boy She’s Had Her Eye On

The butler who had just been supporting the team leader suddenly shouted:

“Let’s fight her together! Grab your weapons, everyone! There’s so many of us—there’s no way we can’t kill one woman!”

After all, even bundled up in heavy winter gear, Mu Jiu still looked petite and delicate.

They believed that in a standoff, the brave would win. How powerful could one little girl possibly be?

With everyone echoing the cry to attack, the trembling team leader was tossed aside.

The remaining burly men raised their knives, electric saws, and other weapons and charged at Mu Jiu all at once!

But even though they all said they’d go together, people differed in reaction times—both mentally and physically.

Mu Jiu’s blade, however, was faster than any of them.

She first hurled her curved blade at the man wielding the long electric saw. The blade sliced across his neck, carving a deep gash that sent blood spurting like a waterfall.

The heavy saw crashed to the ground, then bounced back up from the spinning teeth, flying straight toward another butler who also carried a saw.

That man twisted to dodge it, but the saw ended up slashing into the waist of the man behind him…

A chain reaction unfolded—two long electric saws spinning and ricocheting, triggering screams and howls of pain.

Within moments, all three butlers holding saws were on the ground, unmoving. Their entrails, shredded by the saws, were strewn everywhere.

At the same time, Mu Jiu sidestepped and grabbed the wrist of the butler stabbing at her with a knife.

Without effort, she flung him—like tossing off snot—into the nearby butler holding an electric baton.

The two crashed together violently. One ended up with a knife embedded in his body; the other was stunned by the baton. One died instantly, the other was injured.

Mu Jiu strolled over, pulled the dagger out, and finished off the stunned man with a clean kill.

The entire process took less than a minute.

The snow-covered ground by the hot spring was now soaked in blood, red spreading outward like a wicked peony bloom.

At this point, the team leader’s legs gave out completely. He dropped to his knees and kowtowed to Mu Jiu, begging for mercy.

“Take off your clothes,” Mu Jiu said coldly.

“Huh?” The man looked terrified and confused.

“I said take off your clothes.” Mu Jiu pressed the dagger against his throat.

“Okay! Okay! Right away!” he pleaded, quickly stripping off his gear.

Mu Jiu picked up the man’s thick winter coat and pants, then tossed them to Gu Yang, who was huddled not far behind.

“Gu Yang, get dressed and come over.”

Right now, Gu Yang was shivering, clutching his torn clothing, red-eyed and humiliated, still seated on the ground.

Everything that had just happened had completely shattered the 18-year-old’s understanding of the world.

Bruises covered his face and shoulders, blood trickled from his lips, and tear streaks marked his cheeks—clear signs of the struggle he had endured. He looked heartbreakingly fragile.

The heavy coat Mu Jiu threw over landed right on his head, covering his naked body.

Hearing her call, he slowly snapped out of it, trembling as he put on the coat and walked toward her.

When he got close, Mu Jiu handed him the dagger.
“If you’ve got a grudge, take revenge. Do what you need to do.”

The kneeling team leader was now stripped down to nothing but a red pair of boxers. His pride was gone.

Hearing Mu Jiu tell Gu Yang to take revenge, he instantly panicked. Pride didn’t matter anymore—he just wanted to live!

“G-Gu-Gu Yang! We didn’t even start anything earlier! She came too soon… nothing happened to you! Please, spare me!”

“I’ll kneel! I didn’t know who I was messing with! I swear I won’t do it again! Please!”

He slammed his forehead into the ground repeatedly, bloodying it within moments.

Gu Yang turned to Mu Jiu, eyes red, brimming with humiliation and anger.

“Were these the ones who came to your home last night?” she asked quietly.

Gu Yang nodded.

“Whether or not you kill him is up to you. But I’ll tell you this—he’s got blood on his hands. If you let him go today, he’ll just do it again tomorrow. People like him are addicted to the act.”

In the apocalypse, you had to take fate into your own hands. Show mercy, and you might end up the one being carved up.

The team leader sensed he was doomed from Mu Jiu’s words. In a desperate bid to escape while Gu Yang held the knife, he suddenly bolted.

Mu Jiu reacted instantly. The moment he moved, she kicked him square in the chest, slamming him to the ground and cracking three ribs.

Gu Yang gritted his teeth, clenched the dagger, and stabbed it downward—straight into the man’s red boxers.

Mu Jiu raised a brow, stuffed her hands in her pockets, and stepped back to avoid the blood.

By the time Gu Yang vented all his rage, the team leader was unrecognizable, reduced to a bloody mess.

Gu Yang slumped down, hands shaking—his first kill.

Mu Jiu gently patted his shoulder in comfort.

“Don’t dwell on it too much. If he didn’t die today, it would’ve been you tomorrow. This isn’t a peaceful era anymore—it’s the end of the world.

Your mom sacrificed herself to give you two a chance to escape. Don’t waste it. Pull yourself together. We’ve still got more important things to do.”

Gu Yang looked up at her, watching as she carefully wiped the blood off her curved blade using the team leader’s clothes, slid it back into its sheath, and tucked it into her cargo pocket.

Then she rummaged through the corpses and found a set of relatively clean, unstained clothes from one of the butlers. She handed them to Gu Nuan.

“Alright, Gu Nuan. Go wash the blood off your face and body in the pool before coming back.”

Luckily, she’d arrived just in time—otherwise those beasts might’ve ruined a perfectly good cabbage.

“Gu Yang, stop standing there. Come help clean up these mongrels.”

Mu Jiu lifted one of the corpses with one hand and started dragging it down the mountain path.

Snapping out of it, Gu Yang hurried to help his sister with the bodies.

The butlers were all burly, heavy men. Mu Jiu lifted them with ease, while Gu Yang struggled and sweated.

Soon, Gu Nuan came back, clean and fresh, and joined them in moving the bodies.

The three of them spent over an hour dragging the corpses to the cement road at the foot of the hill.

Of course, if Mu Jiu had done it alone, it would’ve taken her just ten minutes—but with the Gu siblings here, she had to act modest.

“You two stay here and guard the bodies. I’m going back to get the car.”

After giving her instructions, Mu Jiu dashed toward her villa.

The Gu siblings looked at each other in confusion.

Mu Jiu returned home swiftly, went down to her basement, and pulled out a black Mercedes-Benz Zetros heavy-duty off-road truck from her space.

She drove it slowly up to the main road from her backyard garage.

This truck was one of the 100,000 vehicles she had taken for free back in Hans Country. It was heavy enough and tall enough for hauling supplies in extreme cold.