Chapter 10: Player Conflict
To be precise, there were two groups of players, and quite a number of them. Judging by their clothing, appearance, and the aura they exuded, one group was definitely the same bunch of scoundrels who tried to drag her down yesterday.
Although Song Yu harbored murderous intent toward these players, her face betrayed no emotion. After all, the enemy was stronger and her side was weaker; a strategic retreat was necessary.
Song Yu knew her goal clearly and was determined to pursue it unwaveringly. No matter the process, achieving the objective was what mattered.
“Good morning,” she said, her appearance instantly breaking the standoff between the two groups. All eyes turned toward her.
She forced an awkward but polite smile. Song Yu hadn’t wanted to attract attention, but every street behind the building was crawling with zombies, leaving her no choice but to take this path. She deliberately avoided the door, opting for a window tucked away in a secluded corner. Yet, she still drew the players’ notice.
Various gazes—some indifferent, others malicious—fell on her. Song Yu maintained an expression of confusion mixed with a hint of fear. A perfectly innocent, timid little white flower.
“Go. This isn’t your business,” a cold voice swept over her from the leader of one group.
“Go? Nobody’s leaving today!” sneered the other group’s leader before Song Yu could retreat.
“Hand over your supplies!” he commanded.
“Or else… hmph.” Listening to these despicable words, Song Yu glanced at their ragtag group of scrawny weaklings and then at the opposing side—men and women alike, all tall and muscular.
She wondered how they dared speak like that. Judging by both numbers and quality, the tall team seemed to have the upper hand.
“Tall Ones” was the nickname Song Yu had just given the team of long-legged giants.
But soon she understood why the skinny gang was so confident.
“Click.”
A crisp sound of a bullet being chambered echoed.
The skinny leader produced a gun, aiming it at one of the tall ones’ heads with a wild grin.
“I said, hand over all your supplies!”
“And you over there! Don’t think about running!”
He didn’t forget to shout at Song Yu.
He had seen her yesterday—riding a bicycle with a dog, carefree and surely carrying plenty of stuff.
Though this scrawny guy’s strength and character were lacking, his judgment was spot-on. The combined supplies of the tall team probably didn’t match the amount Song Yu carried alone.
The threat of a gun was formidable; even the tall ones had to be cautious.
She lowered her head silently, retrieving a pistol from her backpack. Because Song Yu appeared easy to bully and was alone, neither group paid her much attention.
As the two factions faced off, Song Yu continued to fiddle with her pistol, something she had never handled before. Seeing it on screen was one thing; holding a real gun was quite another.
Song Yu’s parents had divorced when she was young; her grandmother had raised her with great effort. She was frail, a sickly child, with little time or money to develop hobbies.
Holding a real gun felt oddly interesting—the weighty, cold sensation in her hand.
“Hey, you filthy bitch—”
One of the skinny gang’s players, grim-faced, stepped in front of Song Yu, about to speak.
“Click.”
Another crisp sound as a bullet was chambered.
In a swift motion, Song Yu raised her hand, pressing the dark barrel into his mouth.
“…”
Though it was early morning and chilly, large beads of sweat rolled down the player’s forehead. He nervously swallowed and began shivering uncontrollably.
An immediate stench of blood and bile filled the air. Song Yu frowned and stepped back quickly.
Disgusting.
He was such a coward.
“Daring to rob others with such a small backbone,” Song Yu murmured softly—only the players opposite her could hear.
Yet events did not unfold as the skinny leader expected.
He likely imagined that the sight of his gun would make the others kneel, begging for mercy and handing over all their supplies and women.
Instead, he was knocked down by a male player from the tall team before he could even fire.
Despite all being men, the skinny gang was no match for even a single woman from the tall team.
This was the difference training made.
The skinny gang’s gun was promptly confiscated. Just as Song Yu thought she might benefit by following these players, she heard one of the tall ones say:
“Don’t do this kind of thing again.”
“Let’s go.”
“???”
Song Yu was shocked and incredulous.
They didn’t kill the skinny gang, nor did they seize all their supplies—only one gun was taken.
Was this the legendary saint?
Seeing the tall team’s calm demeanor, Song Yu remained silent.
A saint was better than a killer. Such people were an enemy’s nightmare.
Unfortunately, under the current circumstances, the skinny gang would probably assume Song Yu was on their side.
In reality, she had no connection to them whatsoever.
She had to find a way to kill that skinny leader.
The tall team was strong enough not to fear the skinny gang, but Song Yu was not.
A lone woman, even with a fierce dog, was easy prey.
It had to be said the tall team’s goodwill left Song Yu with a significant hidden danger.
After the skinny gang hastily fled, under the tall team’s watchful eyes, Song Yu reluctantly released the player who had been so frightened he’d wet himself.
Of course, she wore an obedient expression.
The players didn’t linger, nodding at Song Yu as they quickly departed.
Left behind, Song Yu ground her teeth in fury. They left, but all the trouble was hers!
She couldn’t openly show her displeasure in front of them.
Fortunately, she still had reliable Little Black.
“Little Black, go! Follow them!”
Song Yu commanded as she tracked the players’ trail.
Sooner or later, she would wipe out these people once and for all.
This matter had to be resolved thoroughly, or Song Yu’s troubles would be endless.
Her mindset was simple: wipe out the roots completely. Those four words were deeply etched in her heart.
Her thinking suited this game perfectly—victory at all costs.
Though it was a bit ruthless.