Super Island Tycoon

This made him involuntarily curse in his heart, the audacious fellow, daring to have such thoughts at this moment, was he not afraid of the punishment from his superiors?

His accomplice still hadn’t moved, and the girl about to become his captive hadn’t either, which made another enemy perplexed.

”Hey?” he called out.

His accomplice still did not respond to him, and the girl showed no sign of movement.

The strange scene before him left him bewildered.

Raising his gun cautiously, this enemy slowly approached Yanran.

Just as he was about to reach out to pat his companion’s shoulder, his companion’s body suddenly leaned toward him.

He hadn’t expected his companion to act like this, and he was startled by his motion.

A cold sensation brushed past his hand, and the enemy was shocked as he looked down; his hand had already separated from his body, dangling alone on the trigger.

Just as he was about to scream, a silver light flashed across his throat, blood gushed out, and the enemy clutched his neck tightly, as if trying to plug his wound.

In his last moments, he saw his companion still holding what appeared to be a sharp object at his heart.

In the girl’s hands, there was a pair of claws gleaming with metal luster.

Taking a breath, Yanran didn’t spare a glance at the two bodies in front of her, lifting the bow and arrow from the ground, she swiftly turned onto another path, leaving the scene.

Her luck was fairly decent this time, as she ventured several minutes without encountering an enemy.

Seizing this opportunity, Yanran found a concealed spot to sit. The series of actions just now had drained her of significant strength and energy. She needed to rest, even if just for a few minutes, it would greatly benefit her, allowing her to relax her taut nerves.

Peeking out slightly, Yanran observed Zhou Country, still very calm.

She sat back in her original spot, extending her hands for inspection.

At this critical moment, she wasn’t concerned about whether her hands were stained with blood, but about the changes her steel claws underwent earlier.

She distinctly remembered the moment when she severed the enemy’s arm with her steel claws; the enemy’s first reaction was not to scream or retaliate, but to lower his head to see what had happened.

This puzzled Yanran; shouldn’t there be a sense of pain when the wrist is detached?

The steel claws had been with her for quite a while, and she had used them to kill many, yet the reaction of this enemy was the oddest.

Raising her hands, the steel claws had again transformed into a pair of silver gloves, covering her hands.

After pondering for 543 seconds, Yanran made up her mind. She lightly scraped her left hand’s back with the steel claw on her right hand.

The sharp claw tip cut through her skin.

A droplet of blood slowly oozed from the wound, forming a bright red bead on her pale hand, appearing vividly striking.

Yet, Yanran didn’t feel the slightest pain.

Gazing at her claws for another moment, she drove the claw tip a little deeper into her palm.

The wound bled slightly more, but Yanran didn’t mind. Her focus was that once again, there was no sensation of pain.

Now, Yanran understood that the steel claws on her hands had a numbing effect.

She recalled the expression of the Master of Casting from back then, who hesitated to speak. It turned out, even then, the Master of Casting had discovered the uniqueness of these claws.

They possessed not only the ability to change form automatically but also carried additional effects. However, due to pressing circumstances and their haste to leave, the Master of Casting hadn’t had time to conduct more experiments.

This unintentional discovery thrilled Yanran. The numbing effect would certainly have unexpected advantages in combat.

When she gets the chance, she should test it thoroughly; who knows, there might be other discoveries, Yanran thought, standing up, it was time to act.

Yanran finally left the winding passages. In front of her now lay a vast area of buildings. Yanran glanced at herself, ensuring everything was ready, and she walked toward the expanse of structures.

She proceeded cautiously along the shadows cast by the buildings, encountering two enemies straight ahead. Yanran quickly ducked into a nearby house, where one surprised enemy stood and was about to speak, but Yanran’s quick reflexes silenced him with an arrow.

Yanran hid beneath the open window, listening intently to the footsteps of enemies outside. As the two enemies walked past her hiding place, Yanran quietly but swiftly crept up behind them. Catching them off guard, she suddenly leapt forward, slamming their heads together brutally.

The two men fell silently to the ground, and Yanran dragged their bodies back inside the house.

Exhaling deeply, Yanran cautiously peeked her head out, checking her surroundings, finding no sign of movement.

Just as she was about to proceed, a sudden thought occurred to her, and an unexplained image of the Little Flaming Firebird appeared in her mind.

While Yanran couldn’t understand why this happened, she wondered, why would she suddenly think of the Little Flaming Firebird at such a moment? She wasn’t in a position to be distracted by thoughts of it, so why did this happen? Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of sorrow welled up in her heart.

At the same time, the image of the Little Flaming Firebird’s mournful cry appeared in her mind.

Could it be that the Little Flaming Firebird was about to face some danger? Could this vision be a warning?

Without further thought, Yanran resolved silently that if the Little Flaming Firebird were in any danger, she would make those responsible for endangering it pay the ultimate price.

Should anyone attempt to harm her treasured creature, she would ensure they face irreparable disaster.

Clinging to the feeling left by the Little Flaming Firebird in her mind, Yanran exited the house and continued her search ahead.

During her action, Yanran was spotted by the enemy, but at this point, she didn’t care anymore.

An enemy appeared on the rooftop, and before he could fire his laser gun, Yanran moved faster.

She rolled nimbly on the ground, grabbing the bow from her back, not needing to aim, she fired a Simple Arrow.

The enemy on the wall let out a cry before disappearing.

The enemies who discovered Yanran’s presence began firing at her.

Yanran used the terrain advantage, her figure constantly shifting—sometimes onto the walls, sometimes the rooftops, and other times inside nearby buildings.

More enemies, alerted by the commotion, shot at her, some advancing while firing.

Yanran’s blood surged with heat; at this moment, Little Flaming Firebird’s safety was without a doubt her top priority. Anyone who blocked her path to the Little Flaming Firebird, she would let them die.