Chapter 37: The Zhuge Crossbow Is Nothing Compared to the Beretta M92F

Su Xiaoqi could barely contain his laughter as he watched Flender mumbling to himself in despair. Originally, he had planned to walk over and "comfort" him a little, but after receiving a message from Zhu Zhuqing, he decided to let the man be and headed off.

Looking at the card in his hand that had just turned into 9,000 gold soul coins, Su Xiaoqi grinned happily and made his way toward Zhu Zhuqing.

Meanwhile, the others—closer to the dueling stage—rushed forward the moment the host announced the result.

Xiao Wu, staring nervously at Zhu Zhuqing who was still lying on the stage, waved her hands in panic and explained, "Brother, I didn't do anything! I don't know how Zhu Zhuqing suddenly collapsed!"

Tang San gently patted her head, smiling warmly. "I believe you. As long as you're okay, that's all that matters."

On the other side, Ning Rongrong rushed to Zhu Zhuqing's side, crouching down in concern. "Zhuqing, are you alright? Let me help you up."

At that moment, Dai Mubai, thinking this was a perfect opportunity to show off, stepped forward. "Let me carry her to the infirmary."

Ning Rongrong swatted his hand away and stood protectively in front of Zhu Zhuqing, glaring at him. "Don't even think about touching her. Su Xiaoqi is on his way up. If you don't want another beating, back off."

A cold glint flashed in Dai Mubai's eyes. "Ning Rongrong, don't push your luck. Believe it or not, I'll deal with you right here."

Just then, a dismissive voice rang out from the distance. "Dai Mubai, believe it or not, I can make sure you don't survive the night."

Ning Rongrong turned to the voice and shouted, "Su Xiaoqi! Come help Zhuqing!"

Su Xiaoqi smiled. "Rongrong, I'm not a participant, so I can't go up. Could you help me bring Zhuqing over?"

He had seen how she defended Zhu Zhuqing just now. That small gesture was enough for Su Xiaoqi to start considering Ning Rongrong a true friend.

"Hehe, sure!" Ning Rongrong beamed. It was the first time Su Xiaoqi had called her by her name so casually.

However, Dai Mubai could no longer contain his fury. His aura exploded, soul power surging violently. "Su Xiaoqi! Do you think I'm afraid of you?!"

Ning Rongrong was nearly blown back by the sudden burst of pressure, but a hand steadied her before she could fall. Just as she was about to ask, Zhu Zhuqing whispered, "Don't say anything. Just pretend you're helping me."

The host stepped forward and blocked Dai Mubai. "Sir, I don't care what personal grudges you have, but remember—this is the Great Spirit Arena."

Dai Mubai looked at the host in front of him, exhaled heavily, and slowly withdrew his soul power.

The Spirit Arena was under a unique and powerful influence. Even someone of royal blood wouldn't dare cause trouble here.

He glanced at Su Xiaoqi coldly. "Consider yourself lucky this time. Next time won't be so easy."

With that, he turned and strode back toward the rest area.

Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Ma Hongjun followed him, partly because they had more matches to prepare for, but also because their loyalties still leaned toward Dai Mubai—his status still carried weight.

Back in the waiting area, Dai Mubai noticed Oscar still standing there and barked, "Oscar! Get over here. If you're so desperate for a woman, I'll take you to get some later. You can play with as many as you want."

Ma Hongjun's eyes lit up. "Boss Dai, count me in! I've always wanted to try sisters at the same time!"

Dai Mubai laughed boisterously. "No problem. I'm paying tonight—pick however many you want."

"Disgusting," Ning Rongrong muttered, her face full of contempt. Without giving him another glance, she helped Zhu Zhuqing over toward Su Xiaoqi.

"Rongrong, it's not what it looks like…" Oscar called after her, hoping to explain. But he didn't dare pursue her, afraid she'd snap at him again.

At the corridor entrance, Ning Rongrong handed Zhu Zhuqing over to Su Xiaoqi and immediately asked, "Alright, what exactly were you two playing at?"

"We'll talk later," Su Xiaoqi replied with a smile. "Let's go grab some late-night snacks—my treat."

He then turned to Zhu Zhuqing. "You walking, or do you need help?"

Zhu Zhuqing smiled faintly. "I'm injured, remember? You figure it out."

"Fair enough. You're the MVP today—I'll treat you like a queen."

With that, Su Xiaoqi hoisted Zhu Zhuqing onto his back. After a few steps, he chuckled. "Zhuqing, have you considered going on a diet?"

At a Late-Night Snack Stall

After hearing the full story of how Su Xiaoqi had scammed Flender, Ning Rongrong was laughing so hard tears welled in her eyes. She'd been confused about how Zhu Zhuqing could possibly lose to Xiao Wu—now it all made sense.

"Su Xiaoqi, you're evil! Who even thinks of stuff like this? I only wish I'd seen Flender's face when it happened."

"Back in my clan, everyone called me 'Little Demoness,' but compared to you, I think I'm way too soft-hearted."

Zhu Zhuqing hadn't expected Su Xiaoqi to go so far with Flender, but she focused on something else entirely. She stretched out her hand and said, "Hand it over."

Su Xiaoqi blinked. "Hand what over?"

"The money you just won. Men get dangerous when they have too much money. If there's something you want, I'll buy it for you."

Su Xiaoqi laughed and passed her the card. "Here, I don't have any use for it anyway."

Zhu Zhuqing smiled in satisfaction. What she wanted wasn't the money—it was his attitude.

Once the three of them were nearly finished eating, Su Xiaoqi casually slipped a hand into his inner jacket and pulled out a Beretta M92F along with a box of bullets. He placed them on the table and looked at Ning Rongrong.

"Rongrong, this is called a handgun. You can think of it as a self-defense weapon. As for its power, I'd say unless the opponent is at Soul King level or above, they wouldn't be able to withstand a direct shot if caught off guard."

Although he hadn't actually used it before, Su Xiaoqi remembered from the original novel how Tang San's Zhuge Crossbow could instantly kill even Soul Sect-level opponents in a sneak attack.

This handgun was clearly more powerful than that outdated crossbow—his Soul King estimate might even be conservative.

"This thing is that powerful?"

Ning Rongrong picked up the black metal object. Aside from it being cold and heavy, she didn't notice anything particularly special. Still, she trusted Su Xiaoqi and believed what he said.

"Careful, Rongrong. Don't point the barrel at yourself." Su Xiaoqi took the gun back, loaded all the bullets into the magazine, and smiled. "There's only one way to find out how powerful it really is—by testing it."

Though he had only played with toy guns as a child, Su Xiaoqi had always longed to handle a real firearm. Until now, he'd never had the chance—but today?

Just a few meters ahead, he spotted a shady-looking man tailing a young woman.

Smiling coldly, Su Xiaoqi said, "Looks like the perfect test subject. Let's go see what this baby can do."

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