Ye Shaohua noticed that the supernaturals in this world always seemed to have a sense of superiority over ordinary people.
Xu Anyuan was like that.
And this Boss Qiu was the same, not to mention Murong Qiyue, who had lived in the cultivation world in her past life.
But—shouldn’t the existence of the Dragon Group be based on protecting ordinary people?
With one hand, Ye Shaohua blocked the formation tool Murong Qiyue had pulled out, while keeping her other hand in her pocket. She tilted her head slightly, seemingly scrutinizing Boss Qiu and his men.
Boss Qiu had once been active internationally, and building his gang to its current state in Cloud City was proof enough of his considerable abilities.
Murong Qiyue, in her previous life, had also been a prominent figure in the cultivation world.
Yet, under Ye Shaohua’s gaze, this group felt a tightening in their hearts.
Meeting Ye Shaohua’s clear, penetrating eyes, Boss Qiu immediately became serious.
He couldn’t sense any supernatural energy fluctuations from Ye Shaohua, yet she had effortlessly blocked Murong Qiyue’s attack.
“Have you ever served in the military?” Ye Shaohua asked the two of them.
Murong Qiyue, Boss Qiu, and the others were taken aback. Though they initially didn’t want to respond to Ye Shaohua, they inexplicably shook their heads honestly.
Ye Shaohua sighed softly. She lazily withdrew her hand and casually tossed aside the tool Murong Qiyue had painstakingly crafted. “I figured as much,” she said lightly.
Real soldiers weren’t like this.
Back then, half of their special forces team had been lost protecting an overseas merchant caravan. When she arrived, the bodies of the soldiers, trained at immense national cost, were piled up.
Beneath those bodies, she had found the hidden children.
Murong Qiyue and Boss Qiu looked displeased.
What did she mean by “figured as much”?
Her attitude clearly showed she looked down on them.
“This supernatural isn’t someone to mess with,” Boss Qiu said, feeling the disdain in Ye Shaohua’s tone. He had never been so underestimated in his life. “You’ll find out soon enough…”
“Zihang, don’t tell her. Isn’t she supposed to be a savior?” Murong Qiyue stopped Qiu Zihang, sneering. “Let her save them!”
Boss Qiu glanced at Murong Qiyue, then back at Ye Shaohua.
In the end, he stood still and did nothing.
“Wei Zhengxuan, I suggest you stay put too,” Murong Qiyue added, looking at Qiu Zihang, who had taken off his glasses and stood nearby. “We’re abandoning these few ordinary people to save more lives. Since the Dragon Group is useless, let’s see just how capable you really are!”
The two subordinates behind Boss Qiu finally snapped out of it. “Boss…”
Before they could finish, Murong Qiyue stopped them.
Qiu Zihang had always admired Murong Qiyue, with her endless tricks and methods. Now that she wanted to retreat, he saw no reason to stay.
After all—
Ye Shaohua’s actions just now had been undeniably provocative.
Murong Qiyue picked up her tool and stepped back a few paces, crossing her arms as she watched Ye Shaohua.
She waited for Ye Shaohua to embarrass herself.
Number One was a psychic. His attacks weren’t like those of ordinary supernaturals; they were elusive and invisible.
Both the Dragon Group and Qiu Zihang’s people had suffered losses at Number One’s hands.
This world had no way to deal with Number One, but Murong Qiyue did. Carrying memories from her past life, she possessed endless knowledge of formations and weapon crafting. That was why she was so confident this time.
She always carried a sense of superiority, as if she still belonged to the lofty cultivation world.
By now, Number One’s psychic energy had likely invaded the mental space of those ordinary people.
There was probably no way to save them.
At the thought, a cold smile curled at the corner of Murong Qiyue’s lips.
She hadn’t seen such a brainless woman in a long time.
Wei Zhengxuan frowned. He didn’t retreat. Instead, he neatly adjusted his glasses and clipped them to his collar before stepping up beside Ye Shaohua.
Seeing Ye Shaohua glance at him, Wei Zhengxuan answered simply, “I’m a soldier.” He paused, then glanced at Murong Qiyue. “Most of the Dragon Group are soldiers too.”
Only Murong Qiyue and a few later additions weren’t soldiers.
“What now?” Wei Zhengxuan asked Ye Shaohua.
He instinctively waited for her instructions.
Ye Shaohua gave him an unexpected look, then rolled her eyes and said just four words: “Wait right here.”
Before Wei Zhengxuan could process her meaning, Ye Shaohua had already walked toward Number One.
Number One had captured five ordinary people.
Xu Tianjiao, a child, two elderly individuals, and a young man.
All five were now under his control.
He had set up a psychic barrier within a three-meter radius. Ye Shaohua sensed it as she approached. Smiling, she walked over. “Psychic energy?”
Number One stared intently at Ye Shaohua, racking his brain. Confident he hadn’t seen her on any ranking list, he relaxed. “You’ve got some insight. But now that you’re within my psychic control range, in my territory, not even a celestial being can escape…”
Ye Shaohua watched Number One, brimming with pride and smugness. Nodding slightly, she took another step forward.
Under the watchful eyes of Murong Qiyue, Qiu Zihang, Wei Zhengxuan, and the others, her slender, fair hand directly grabbed his neck. Though she was much shorter than him, she lifted him effortlessly.
The smug expression on Number One’s face instantly froze.
“I don’t know about celestial beings,” Ye Shaohua said softly, “but even an alchemist on the verge of godhood wouldn’t dare tell me she could control me with psychic energy.”
Only Number One heard this.
His eyes widened. An alchemist on the verge of godhood? What was that?!
Ye Shaohua didn’t kill Number One outright. Instead, she sealed his psychic energy and tossed him to Wei Zhengxuan.
Then, looking at the five ordinary people lying on the ground, she immediately took out her phone and called 120.
This neighborhood was in a good location, with the Second Hospital just across the street.
The ambulance arrived quickly.
As Ye Shaohua was about to get into the ambulance, she paused, glancing sideways at Murong Qiyue and Qiu Zihang. Her features were as delicate as jade as she delivered her verdict:
“Amateurs.”
