Before infiltrating the First University's private jet, Nikita had envisioned many scenarios where she might be discovered.
For instance, accidentally triggering the demonic alarm on the private jet and being surrounded by the escorting guardians who rushed over; or perhaps encountering a University classmate on the private jet and being forced to resort to Black Hand; or even, a Great Wizard who was an old immortal just happened to 'accidentally' be on the plane, and she would be carried back to the Black Prison like a chicken.
For each scenario, she had prepared several different Solution.
The only thing she hadn't anticipated was her flawless infiltration being ruined by a freshman.
She narrowed her eyes, looking at Zheng Qing.
Perhaps this Qi, which could stir her demonic Bloodline, could somewhat answer the captain's questions and lessen the punishment for her failure.
The succubus’s lips curved slightly.
She raised a finger, and four or five ropes shot out of thin air, coiling towards Zheng Qing, who had fainted on the floor.
“Stop her!” A furious roar rang out, and the red-faced boy from not far away charged out, like a cannonball, slamming in front of Zheng Qing. The heavy thud made the private jet tremble.
Two ropes happened to shoot towards him.
The red-faced boy raised his fist and heavily smashed it onto the rope ends, producing a metallic clang. The two ropes hissed in agony, falling limply onto the floor.
Xiao Xiao stood beside Zheng Qing, silently pulling out an ancient tortoise shell and chanting a Spell. Runes flowed on the tortoise shell, and a faint golden light membrane detached from the shell, protecting the two of them.
The ropes shooting from a distance fiercely struck this golden light membrane, emitting a piercing drilling sound.
In the dining car, the other freshmen covered their ears, looking blankly at the rapidly escalating scene, wondering why the two people who were at odds three minutes ago suddenly joined forces to challenge the succubus.
Zheng Qing covered his forehead, woken by the drilling noise.
His eyes were blank, staring unfocused at the twisted, Deformed golden chandelier on the ceiling.
Fragments of the moments before he fainted flashed quickly through his mind.
Private jet, Little Elves, flight attendant, succubus.
He widened his eyes, gritting his teeth, and struggled to get up.
“Awake?” Xiao Xiao stood in front of him, his voice sounding very tired.
“Is everyone alright?” Zheng Qing’s voice was hoarse and low, as he pulled out a stack of yellow paper Talismanic Incantations from his grey bag.
“No one was hurt except you,” Xiao Xiao’s hands, which were supporting the tortoise shell, were trembling non-stop, but his voice was very steady: “However, we are in big trouble.”
With that, he let go of his hands and sat down on the ground.
The light membrane covering the two flickered a few times, then suddenly shattered, turning into golden specks of light that fell back onto the tortoise shell.
The ancient tortoise shell slowly spun twice in the air before falling down.
The three ropes that were drilling into the light membrane only paused for a moment before fiercely striking towards the two again.
Zheng Qing understood.
He stepped forward, blocking Xiao Xiao.
With a wave of his hand, the stack of yellow paper Talismanic Incantations floated up, scattering like a large net, covering the three attacking ropes.
Without a sound, the three ropes were covered with yellow paper Talismanic Incantations and fell stiffly onto the floor, making Dongdong sounds.
Nikita’s smile vanished.
The red glow in her eyes slowly brightened.
“I seem to have been too merciful.”
“Perhaps I should let you see how a true Lich handles fresh ingredients.”
The succubus’s voice was still sweet, and her words were still playful, but the meaning contained within them sent shivers down the spines of all the freshmen.
Her black hair floated in the air, and the red glow in the succubus’s eyes intensified.
Heavy pressure once again descended upon the entire dining car.
The tableware clinked under this intimidating aura, and the tables and chairs groaned accordingly. Pets huddled trembling in their owners’ arms, and the protective Talismanic Incantations on the freshmen’s bodies once again burst forth with dazzling light.
Xiao Xiao sat on the ground, once again holding up the ancient tortoise shell.
The faint golden light shield flickered with a reassuring glow, blocking the succubus’s terrifying pressure.
Zheng Qing reached out and pulled the red-faced boy from outside the light shield inside.
The red-faced boy sat down on the ground and turned his head, looking angrily at Xiao Xiao: “Why didn’t you act earlier?!”
Zheng Qing knew that he was referring to Xiao Xiao’s strenuous efforts to stop everyone from resisting earlier.
“Because she didn’t make a move,” Xiao Xiao leaned back against the sofa, his voice sounding somewhat weak and Deformed under the pressure.
“Why are you acting now?!”
“Because they’re here.” Xiao Xiao tilted his head towards the dining car door, seemingly relieved.
Zheng Qing and the red-faced boy simultaneously turned their heads to look at the dining car door.
The dining car door was still tightly closed.
However, a blurry figure appeared in the shadow of the wine cabinet on the left side of the door.
“I was just wondering which big shot was being so disrespectful,” a lazy voice sounded from behind the U-shaped bar. A young man with a haggard Face, whose exposed skin was studded with copper nails and iron rings, slowly walked out of the shadows of the wine cabinet.
The heavy pressure in the dining car silently dissipated.
He walked to the bar, picked up a few ice cubes from the ice bucket, and dropped them into his wine glass.
Seemingly sensing the joyful gazes around him, he raised the wine glass in his hand and looked at the succubus not far away: “I didn’t expect it to be just a Little Elf running wild… Indeed, a boring life is full of boredom.”
The succubus tilted her head, looking at the young man who had appeared abruptly, a look of surprise in her eyes.
The young man with a Face full of studs shook his wine glass, seeming more interested in the swirling liquid inside. He lowered his head and muttered: “Did your elders send you to declare war?”
“Probably not,” a gentle voice sounded beside Zheng Qing, interjecting: “Such a thing is not something a little Lich who hasn’t even made it onto the wanted list can handle. By the way, I’d like a Margarita, with a bit more lemon. Don’t you want anything, Victor?”
Zheng Qing twisted his head sharply, almost breaking his neck.
It was a young voice, but his hair was somewhat grey.
Unlike the punk-dressed young man, this figure was enveloped in a wide robe. The robe extended upwards from his feet, and the high collar firmly covered his nose tip. Zheng Qing’s blurry vision could only see his smooth forehead and his somewhat grey hair.
“Vodka, thank you,” a low voice sounded from another direction.
Zheng Qing looked in the direction of the voice.
A tall man wearing armless armor was sitting cross-legged on the open space in front of the French window. He was currently propping his head up, staring at the succubus with half-closed eyes.
Beside him stood a tall, purple-haired woman.
“Respect your opponent!” The purple-haired woman’s voice was beautiful, but also cold: “Even if the opponent is just a succubus who only scares children. Also, no drinking during the mission, Hilda.”
“The shackles of Baiding,” the lazy voice behind the bar mumbled: “I’m not drinking alcohol, I’m drinking the atmosphere.”