Super Island Tycoon

She moved stealthily into the third-floor office and surveyed the room, but found nothing particularly unusual.

The light streaming in through the gaps of the curtains illuminated the office, revealing the door slightly ajar. Yuan Ran felt a unease for a moment and then proceeded toward the seemingly void door.

The door opened silently, then gradually widened. Her head slowly poked out, revealing a long corridor in front of her.

It was pitch-black without any light, and it was unclear where it led.

Despite a moment of hesitation, she stepped lightly out of the office.

Though the corridor was enveloped in darkness without a speck of light, relying on her naturally acute senses, she could still barely distinguish the surroundings in the direction of Zhou Tian.

She groped her way, heading toward the fourth floor.

As instructed by the local leader of Divine Wind Jue, the staff had set up various electronic devices on the fifth floor. If what he said was accurate, the leader should now be by a computer, watching as his subordinates cracked the card’s password.

The corridor was silent, with only Xuran’s barely audible footsteps breaking the stillness.

Halfway down the corridor, things were progressing more smoothly than Yanran had anticipated, yet this unexpected ease made her even more cautious.

As she hesitated about whether to continue down the corridor, suddenly there were movements from the front and rear directions.

Although the enemy moved quickly, in the blink of an eye, Yanran still saw their actions clearly.

Their hands were holding rifles, and as they appeared not far in front of her, they aimed their weapons at her.

That meant they deemed it unnecessary to leave any survivors; these squad members intended to kill her directly.

Just before they were about to fire, her form flickered, and with a leap, she ascended, her steel claws alternating on the walls. With the sound of shattering glass, her form vanished.

This sudden change caught the squad members completely off guard. They stood up, rushed to the broken window, and craned their necks to search for the intruder outside.

At that moment, a squad member peering below suddenly screamed. Before the others understood the reason for his scream, it was abruptly cut off, and then the body slumped down softly.

His colleagues hurriedly supported him, with one pulling out a mini flashlight to illuminate his body.

The sight in front of them made them inhale sharply—a bloody hole appeared on their colleague’s torso, with fresh blood gushing out.

At this point, another member let out a scream.

In front of this member, a teenage girl with an expressionless face gazed up at him with cold eyes. He also noticed that the girl’s hands were deeply embedded in the wall, and her entire body was suspended beneath the window.

How did she do it?

The thought process of the squad member stopped there, as his throat was slit. He desperately tried to make a sound, but couldn’t produce anything meaningful.

The wounded member staggered, swaying back and forth. Blood soon pooled beneath him, and with a thud, he collapsed to the ground. His body convulsed and struggled; eventually, his final breath escaped from his slit throat.

Meanwhile, his colleagues were already entrenched in a fierce battle.

Or rather, they were struggling desperately.

When the scream of the second member startled them and they lifted their heads, a dark figure already manifested at the corridor.

As they hastily turned their weapons to open fire,

the dark figure sprang quickly into action, her movements almost insanely fast.

With a step on the left wall, she swiftly reached the right wall. After a few steps along the walls, the figure was already upon them.

One member reacted quickly; unable to shoot at such close range, he thrust his gun toward the dark figure and simultaneously drew a dagger from his belt.

The dark figure dodged the thrown gun. In the dim light, the member saw the dark figure’s hands reach for his chest.

Although he couldn’t discern the figure’s intent, instinct led him to react swiftly.

He rolled backward in time, narrowly avoiding the dark figure’s attack.

He wasn’t the only target of the dark figure, and although he evaded, the other members weren’t as fortunate. The cautious demeanor displayed by Ba Lv brought satisfaction to the elite student member; he believed he had attracted sufficient attention from this extraterrestrial planet girl.

However, what he didn’t realize was that Ba Lv wasn’t cautious because she’d sensed an extraordinary strength within him, but because she discovered his deeply pathological personality.

People with such personalities, if endowed with remarkable abilities, pose exponentially greater threats to others.

Once they find a target to vent their emotions upon, their destructive power, coupled with their pathological behavior, is shockingly alarming.

There’s a common term for these people—a lunatic, a more precise term would be a mentally ill patient.

The opponent before Ba Lv was indeed such a madman, a mentally ill patient. Moreover, her opponent not only had a ”083” level pathological mentality but also possessed formidable skills.

A soft ”ding” interrupted Ba Lv’s thoughts.

She looked up to see her opponent had removed his upper garment, wearing only a T-shirt. The thin fabric couldn’t conceal his muscles; a glance showed he was an extremely strong and muscular man.

In his hands, two flashing silver daggers rubbed against each other, producing a teeth-gritting noise.

The muscular man, wielding daggers, slowly approached Ba Lvluo with deliberate steps.

Ba Lv never took her opponents lightly. It was an excellent professional habit as an assassin, and it was also why she could complete missions in countless assassination operations.

She maintained due vigilance against opponents, never getting distracted by superficial appearances. Such caution allowed her to retain the initiative when confronting various dangerous and different enemies, waiting for the right moment to strike and seeking opportunities for victory.

Ba Lv’s legs bent slightly, stepping forward and backward, with her upper body slightly bent. She held short knives in a reverse grip, making subtle movements.

The elite student couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, observing this extraterrestrial planet girl before him - her stance alone spoke of a skilled combatant.