A little earlier, on the other side.
After leaving the banquet hall, Qin Wuyue turned to look at the staff member beside her.
“Where are they? Just take me there.”
“Eh? Aren’t you going to change into your combat suit first?” The girl looked at her in surprise.
She hadn’t seen Qin Wuyue’s strength with her own eyes, but if she could earn the Chief’s trust, there was surely nothing to worry about.
It’s just… no matter how you looked at it, this evening dress didn’t seem suitable for free movement.
“Oh? Are you doubting me?”
Qin Wuyue didn’t feel offended, but the girl jumped in fright, terrified she had said the wrong thing.
“No, I didn’t mean that, just…”
“Heh.” Qin Wuyue let out a soft laugh, raising her hand to pinch the girl’s chin, finding her flustered expression a bit amusing. “You’re quite a pretty one. When did you start here?”
Whether it was just her imagination or not, the girl suddenly felt as if she’d been targeted by something extremely dangerous. Her voice trembled slightly as she said,
“This, this year… I was just transferred to serve as the Chief’s secretary.”
“This year, huh? No wonder.” Qin Wuyue let go of her hand. “What’s your name?”
The girl lowered her head and swallowed nervously. “Yuan Miaoyi…”
“Oh, then Little Miaoyi, just take me there. The party isn’t over yet—I’ll be coming back in a bit.”
“Yes…”
The girl hurried ahead, her ears filled with the sound of high heels tapping against the floor.
So scary, so scary, so scary! Dr. Qin is terrifying!
Qin Wuyue glanced at her timid back and smiled calmly.
Once outside, Yuan Miaoyi took out a combat device and handed it to Qin Wuyue.
“Dr. Qin, our people have already forced them into the encirclement. But we’re worried they’ll fight back out of desperation and cause a commotion, so we haven’t made any rash moves.”
The girl looked at Qin Wuyue’s side profile, illuminated by the screen—focused, serene, with a hint of disdain in her eyes.
She was intensely curious about what methods this mysterious Dr. Qin possessed.
As if she could hear her thoughts, Qin Wuyue handed the device back and asked a question in passing.
“Little Miaoyi, can you guess what my ability is?”
The girl shook her head blankly.
Qin Wuyue glanced at her, lips curling up. “Just remember not to blink later.”
Hearing this, Yuan Miaoyi instinctively blinked—yet in that moment, Qin Wuyue had already disappeared.
Before she could react, a hoarse, dying scream rang out not far away.
“It’s you… Witch!”
Snapping back to her senses, she quickly looked at the combat device, but what she saw on the display sent chills down her spine.
On the device’s screen, the red dots representing the cultists vanished one after another.
She hadn’t even seen how those people went down—broken necks, sudden cardiac arrests, intracranial hemorrhages. The causes of death varied, but every one was precise and fatal.
When the last red dot disappeared, the sound of high heels clicking against the pavement came from the end of the alley.
Qin Wuyue strolled back in front of Yuan Miaoyi. Her deep purple velvet gown shimmered subtly in the dim light, the hem hanging straight and clean, without a single speck of dust or blood.
She raised her hand to tidy a stray lock of hair by her ear, her movements utterly casual.
“It’s done—thirty-seven people, left two alive.”
Yuan Miaoyi stared dumbly at the now-empty scan on the device, then looked up at Qin Wuyue’s calm face. She opened her mouth but made no sound.
“What?” Qin Wuyue raised her brows. “Scared?”
“N-no…” Yuan Miaoyi shook her head hastily. “It’s just… it was too fast.”
“Heh, dealing with these small fry—why waste any time?” Qin Wuyue let out a soft laugh and glanced down at the cuff of her gown to make sure it wasn’t stained. Satisfied, she looked away. “Let’s go, we can still make it back for dessert.”
She turned and walked toward the banquet hall. Yuan Miaoyi hurried after her, unable to resist glancing back at the now-silent alley.
No sign of a fight, no blood, not even a sound left behind—as if those people had simply vanished into thin air.
“Dr. Qin,” Yuan Miaoyi jogged a few steps to catch up, hesitating before asking, “what exactly is your ability…”
“Take a guess.” Qin Wuyue tilted her head to look at her, wearing an expression like she was watching a small animal. “There’s a reward if you get it right.”
Yuan Miaoyi shut her mouth at once, not daring to ask any more.
The two of them returned to the building, walking along the corridor toward the banquet hall.
Qin Wuyue’s pace was unhurried, her breathing steady, as if the events just now were nothing but a minor, forgettable episode.
When they were just a few dozen meters from the banquet hall, she suddenly stopped.
“…Hmm?”
Yuan Miaoyi followed her gaze. From the direction of the hall came faint sounds of commotion, then a deep rumbling crash.
Qin Wuyue narrowed her eyes.
“Little Miaoyi,” she spoke as calmly as ever, though her tone was tinged with coldness. “Looks like the Chief decided to handle things personally.”
“Eh?”
Yuan Miaoyi saw a flash of purple in front of her. By the time she looked up again, Qin Wuyue had already vanished down the corridor.
The echo of high heels still lingered, but the person was long gone.
She froze for a moment, then hurriedly ran after her.
When she reached the banquet hall doors, she just caught a glimpse of Qin Wuyue’s back as she pushed the doors open—elegant and composed, her gown trailing behind in a graceful arc.
Inside the dim hall was utter chaos, but in the center, a blinding bolt of lightning split the darkness.
Lan Lan hovered in midair, electric serpents dancing around her, slamming a fist down at a shadowy figure.
Qin Wuyue stood by the door, arms folded as she watched the scene, her expression almost uninterested.
The lightning illuminated half her face, her deep purple gown perfectly still in the swirling air. She made no move to interfere.
“Lan Lan, keep it down.” Her voice wasn’t loud, almost completely drowned by the thunder.
But just as Lan Lan was about to unleash the full force of her power, she paused, the lightning on her fist instantly condensing into a razor-thin white line that pierced the shadow precisely.
Not even a scream—the shadow simply vanished.
As the lightning faded, Lan Lan slowly descended. Qin Wuyue stepped forward. “What happened?”
“A feint.” Lan Lan replied curtly, her gaze sweeping over Qin Wuyue’s spotless dress, brow slightly raised. “What about your side?”
“Thirty-seven, left two alive.”
“Good.” Lan Lan let out a tiny sigh, as if relieved that she hadn’t killed them all.
“Looks like the party is over, Chief.” Qin Wuyue remarked with a hint of mockery, scanning the scene.
When she saw what was happening in the corner, she raised her brows. “How did they all end up together? Interesting.”
Lin Mowei was shielding his younger brother behind him, while Gu Yunxi stood watchfully at the side. All three were unharmed.
Qin Wuyue left Lan Lan and walked over, but after just two steps, someone called her from behind.
“Ah Yue.”
“Hmm?” Qin Wuyue looked back.
Lan Lan hesitated for two seconds before saying, “Thanks.”
“Heh, don’t mention it. You’re the one who’ll be busy next.” Qin Wuyue waved her hand and went to join the trio, seeming to joke about something, her face full of amusement.
Yuan Miaoyi stood by the door, watching as the emergency lights gradually came on and Lan Lan began organizing the cleanup.
Suddenly, she realized—she might never be able to guess what Dr. Qin’s ability really was.
But one thing was certain… that evening gown, from start to finish, hadn’t so much as wrinkled.
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