It's okay for me to bully my wife for the sake of the young master's dignity, right?

Chapter 684 [102] Hunting in the Snow, Sword Pointing at the Scumbag
At midnight, snowflakes flew high beside the towering isolation wall, illuminated by searchlights.

When Qin Jiandan, Yibash, and Zhu Shengzhi tried to evacuate the inner city, they were attracted by another comical figure who robbed a bank and scattered money in the street.

As they disembarked from various vehicles, the city police officers were all wearing full-face helmets.

Several people surrounded Bai Yi Mu Yue (Han Shi Yu) behind her, while others went to maintain order near the bank ruins—that is, to use batons to punish the people who were robbing the money, and to confront the comical ghost "Doraemon" from a distance.

Han Shiyu stood upright, her shoulders stiff and cold, but her chest heaving with a hint of suppressed urgency.

His gaze swept across the chaotic streets through the flying snow, past the "Doraemon" throwing money, past the sky where drones hovered, and finally locked onto the three people in the shadow of the isolation wall.

First up is Ibash—the comical ghost suit, with a mask that laughs in a grotesque and disgusting way.

Then there's Zhu Shengzhi—the reddish fat pig armor. Although it's impossible to identify him, he's definitely an accomplice of the bad guys.

Finally, there was Qin Jiandan—a holographic disguise of a regular city police officer, as ordinary as a roadside stone. But her eyes narrowed, and her pupils contracted slightly.

No matter how perfect the disguise, that height, that posture, that hidden martial arts aura, and that implied cynical attitude—it's all the flavor of Qin Jiandan!
Bai Yi Muyue took a step forward, her long boots treading on the snow, the hem of her trench coat sweeping over her calves, her curves flashing under the lights, her tight-fitting uniform concealing a murderous intent.

She placed her right hand on the hilt of the sword, and a purple light shone with a "hum," illuminating her profile, making it appear as white as porcelain.

"Qin... Sword... Pill!"

The Purple Blade Crystal Energy Sword was fully drawn, its blade blazing with purple light, tearing through the night sky like a bolt of poisonous lightning. The air was instantly filled with the pungent smell of ozone, and snowflakes melted upon contact.

"Catch them! The clown is one thing—but Qin Jiandan, he's the enemy of Huanshi City! Beat him up! Until his Steel Armor Breathing Technique fails!"

Han Shiyu waved her hand, and several city police officers behind her immediately dispersed, their guns pointed menacingly at Qin Jiandan. Another large group rushed towards the bank ruins, surrounding the "Doraemon" who was still scattering money. Batons swung, screams filled the air, and the people trying to grab the money were beaten and fled in terror, their green banknotes stained with blood.

Zhu Shengzhi's legs went weak inside the fat pig armor, and he almost knelt down with a "crack".

"Young Master... this fake sheriff has gone mad! The city police have mobilized so many people this time, the Fat Pig Armor might not be able to hold them off!"

The smile beneath Ibash's mask deepened, and subspace particles were already dancing at his fingertips.

"The scene is rather comical! Don't you two feel regretful about leaving through the passage now?"

"No regrets, no regrets!" Zhu Shengzhi pleaded desperately. "Godfather, please save your own son's life!"

Through the wind and snow, Qin Jiandan's gaze was fixed on Han Shiyu's purple-bladed crystal energy sword—the purple light emanating from the core of the hilt was even more intense than the one they had captured last time. His master in the hibernation pod desperately needed this to prolong his life.

Great stuff! It'll be mine in the next second!

A thought flashed through Qin Jiandan's mind: now that his identity had been exposed, he turned off the optical camouflage tie clip.

"Ibash, take the fat pig and head into the warp. Don't worry about me."

Ibash shrugged: "Roger that! Young Master, don't die too horribly!"

With a wave of his hand, the subspace rift expanded with a "whoosh." Zhu Shengzhi, caught in the blue-purple particles, cried out, "Young Master! I'll be waiting for you to come back!" He was sucked into the void, and the rift closed instantly.

Qin Jiandan was left alone, facing Han Shiyu and the police officers who were aiming their guns.

! !
Han Shiyu flashed forward, her purple-bladed crystal sword, imbued with both Western and Eastern swordsmanship, tracing a tricky arc as it aimed straight for Qin Jiandan's throat. The sword light ignored all defenses, and the air hissed and wept.

"Qin Jiandan, you colluded with that clown to carry out terrorist activities in the inner city... I'll make you return the sword you stole last time, with interest!"

Five police officers fired simultaneously, tracking the molten metal bullets that trailed orange-red flames, blocking Qin Jiandan's escape route.

Qin Jiandan's lips curled up. The moment he stepped back to dodge the purple blade, countless ice crystals precipitated from the acid rain and snowstorm, spiraling and converging along his forearm to condense into two Xuanbing shields.

Five molten metal bombs tore through the snow curtain, leaving scorching red trails as they hurtled straight toward the back of Qin Jiandan's head.

With a daring backflip, Qin Jiandan narrowly avoided the two foremost molten metal bombs, causing them to collide and explode in scorching flames.

Qin Jiandan was suspended in mid-air, head down and feet up. He twisted and spun his shield to deflect the remaining molten metal bombs. The red light of the explosion engulfed the blue ice, and a layer of water melted on the surface of the ice shield, only to instantly refreeze in the snow and wind.

Using the steel armor breathing technique could certainly defend against molten metal bombs, but that would likely destroy the disguise tie clip that Linlin had painstakingly made. Qin Jiandan didn't want his sister to stay up all night again.

Qin Jiandan landed smoothly and was unharmed, except that her black hair was slightly disheveled.

Han Shiyu's anger was colder than the wind and snow. Ignoring the heat wave caused by the explosion of the thermal bomb, she continued to swing her sword at Qin Jiandan.

"You heartless scoundrel, you utterly evil beast!"

The Purple Blade Crystal Energy Sword was incomparably sharp, and Qin Jiandan dared not be careless. While extending his Xuanbing Shield into a blade to maintain distance, he searched for an opportunity to seize the sword. "You used me to infiltrate the Han family, swindling me out of money and taking advantage of me! After you were done using me, you tried to kill me, even creating a fake catgirl to replace me!"

Han Shiyu's brain was implanted with some of Mu Yue's memories, so in the other party's eyes, Qin Jiandan had "slept with" her.

It's no use saying anything to Han Shiyu now. During her full-body prosthetic skin surgery, she was brainwashed by the police chief and harbors deep hatred for Qin Jiandan and the Night Dragon Society.

Sword flashes. Ice shards fly everywhere. Qin Jiandan and Han Shiyu have entered a close-quarters combat phase. The city police in the distance are still aiming their guns, but they dare not fire rashly again.

"You liar! You coward! The biggest regret of my life is knowing you!!"

Qin Jiandan was known for his thick skin. However, he couldn't help feeling somewhat ashamed when Han Shiyu, who possessed Mu Yue's memories, insulted him like that.

Not long ago, he was still a pure virgin, but by a twist of fate, he became "Superman King".

Never mind, getting the sword is the priority.

The city of Ringstone is frozen solid, making the environment even harsher. Neanist George has been assassinated, and Rosenberg of the Skull Group plans to join forces with the Night Dragons to rebel against the Corporation…

If Master hadn't fallen seriously ill and entered a hibernation pod at this time, this would be the perfect opportunity.

By seizing every purple-bladed crystal sword you see and extracting the purple crystal liquid inside, you can increase the chances of your master being resurrected.

Han Shiyu... your emotions, and the emotions of Mu Yue in your mind, are not my first consideration!

Qin Jiandan's eyes darkened. Using the ice shards scattered when the Xuanbing Battle Blade was broken as cover, he reached out with his right hand and aimed straight for her wrist that was holding the sword.

Han Shiyu was prepared. He slipped his toes on the thin ice formed by the acid rain and spun to the side. The purple blade drew an arc, its tip grazing his fingertips.

Her finger was almost chopped off... Qin Jiandan channeled his energy to increase the hardness of the Xuanbing Battle Blade on his left arm, and while dodging and weaving, he suddenly slashed at Han Shiyu's right wrist!

Sorry! Since you're already fully cybernetically enhanced, just go to the Commissioner General of Police for help with your broken arm!

Instead of retreating, Han Shiyu advanced, her artificial dantian humming within her body, orange bio-electric current patterns appearing beneath her pale skin. She forcefully blocked the attack with her right arm. Amidst a piercing crackling sound, the Xuanbing Battle Blade was deflected.

"This cyber internal energy is truly cheating!"

Qin Jiandan cursed under his breath, covered his entire body with the Steel Armor Breathing Technique, and leaned in close, his right hand's five fingers like hooks, gripping the core of the sword hilt.

If you can't grab the sword, just pull out the "battery"!
Just as her fingertips were about to touch the purple-glowing handle, Han Shiyu suddenly twisted her body with lightning speed. Her prosthetic spine was more flexible than that of an ordinary person, and her whole body wrapped around his arm like a snake, causing her back to slam into his chest. The supple bionic skin, cool with rain and snow, brushed against him for a moment, like a past (non-existent) intimacy.

Qin Jiandan instinctively wanted to hug her and seize the sword, but her soft curves were separated by her trench coat, leaving only a clear sense of touch.

"See? My prosthetic power system has been upgraded again! The Night Dragon Society's outdated martial arts are no match for the company!"

Rain and snow slid down Han Shiyu's cheek, giving her long, straight black hair an orange glow.

Several police drones that had been hovering in the sky suddenly swooped down from the snow, their red lights flashing, and their blinding orange-red beams of light shot straight at Qin Jiandan's back like streaks of fire.

Without turning his head, Qin Jiandan used the sound to pinpoint the location and instantly fired the marbles hidden in his pocket. More than ten glass marbles whistled as they struck the three drones. Sparks flew as the drones exploded, and fragments mixed with snowflakes scattered and fell to the ground.

The remaining drones immediately dispersed, using a serpentine evasion maneuver, and continued to fire lasers from different angles.

Although the laser couldn't break through his armor breathing technique, it would interfere with his vision. He'd run out of marbles again…

Taking advantage of the situation, Han Shiyu launched a relentless attack. Her artificial dantian operated at full power, and the bio-electric current patterns on the surface of her prosthetic body increased, becoming more and more intensely orange, creeping from her neck to her cheeks and then spreading to her hands. The sword light was purple with orange undertones, moving so fast that it left afterimages, each strike aimed straight for vital points.

"Hahahaha! I'm going to chop you into mincemeat! I'm going to rip your heart out and see how hypocritical and cold-hearted it is!"

The officer went mad. His subordinate city police were even more hesitant to act rashly. They held their guns, their eyes fixed on the crowd of robbers who had been brought under control in the bank ruins, and on the comical Doraemon who was confronting another group of city police.

Han Shiyu's high-powered prosthetic body emitted steaming heat, turning rain and snow into white mist upon contact with her. The purple-bladed crystal sword slashed through the air, sending ice shards flying, forcing Qin Jiandan to retreat repeatedly.

Han Shiyu was in front of him, drones were in the sky, city police were in the distance, and he didn't know when the other side would send reinforcements.

Qin Jiandan was struggling to cope, her gaze quickly sweeping towards the bank ruins—

Doraemon was still standing in the pile of green banknotes, surrounded by screams of robbers and the sound of police batons.

...I underestimated Han Shiyu. Who knew she'd secretly leveled up so quickly these past few days? If only I could find a way to bribe this clown...

(End of this chapter)