[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo":3,"chapter-chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-51":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Chat Group: My Northern Dipper Fist Will Never Lose!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2349616,4593,"Chapter 51: Oh Mai Ya Wa Xin De Yi Lu!","chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-51",51,"\u003Cp>In a breath, Jia Ji’s eyes flooded with blood, his hair stood on end, and martial energy surged forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The feet trapped in the swamp of fat instantly turned into countless shadows, kicking apart the mass of fat and the thick muscle beneath at a speed too swift to react—until a vital point was exposed, and then…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ultra-Strike! Piercing the Secret Acupoint!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Spare…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The minister’s face froze mid-plea, the words choking in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Ji ignored the minister’s outstretched hands, desperately clawing at nothing, and simply turned away, smoothing his hair with a gel-coated hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Spare? Spare what?… Too bad…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Beidou's Death Declaration appeared—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You… are… dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, the minister’s body began to swell; spectators still wide-eyed watched in horror as O’neist’s belly inflated like a pig’s bladder being pumped full of air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Ji, foreseeing this in advance, had already leapt aside before the belly burst—thick, greasy blood and oil splattered everywhere, nauseatingly foul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Almost forgot about you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Ji pulled out “Prometheus” from his waist and fired a shot at the prison warden, scrambling away in blind panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, I’m still pretty accurate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One shot, exploded skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to face Esdees, seeing only a headless corpse on the ground and a military girl sheathing her blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One move, one kill. What’s there to say?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One last one remained—Najeta. She had risen to General through her own ability, so she was no weakling—but her opponent was also among the elite of the realm, and the two were locked in fierce combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Jia Ji fired another shot straight into the man’s back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the saying goes: no one has eyes in the back of their head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the gunshot alerted the opponent, the curved bullet still struck the temple, piercing cleanly from left to right, ending his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s towering frame staggered, then collapsed before Najeta, who had just sighed in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had no warrior’s pride, no rule demanding single combat. As a soldier, Najeta believed: “Any means, as long as I win.” Jia Ji’s shot came at the perfect moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Najeta thanked him, paused, exchanged glances with the other two, fell silent together, then burst into simultaneous laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three criminals who had just assassinated the nation’s supreme ruler in broad daylight didn’t flee—they laughed openly, as if no one else existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their laughter was piercing, arrogant, unrestrained—audible clearly even blocks away, stirring curiosity: what could possibly be so funny?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The urge to watch the spectacle flooded their minds; they surged toward the scene, gathering more people than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there they saw a single candle, quietly burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this candle was stuck into the belly of a “pig,” fueled by the fat oozing from its body—like a lamp lit from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More observant onlookers recognized the pig’s identity: O’neist, the minister, second only to the emperor, wielding power over the entire court.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horror of his death, the pitifulness of his end—utterly unimaginable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“W-who did this?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone cried in panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What an incredible criminal! What a clean method!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others praised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the guard force arrived, the three had already vanished—though they didn’t care about exposure; with the minister dead, his remaining allies would need time to regroup, and by the time they tracked them down, other powers hungry for influence would have already devoured the remnants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, though unafraid, they had no desire to be harassed by these hound-like guards—it would mean wasting time on social maneuvering again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Ji, whose leaping ability rivaled legendary monks, could leap straight to rooftops, running along tiled eaves as easily as walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Esdees moved even lighter, faster—she stepped directly on the skulls of bloodthirsty onlookers, and many only saw a blur before she was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Najeta—she could summon danger… oh, not yet…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at least she ran fast enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the crowd fully gathered, they had already carved out an escape route.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving aside the young emperor’s reaction in the palace, and the thoughts of Bud, the Empire’s strongest, the supreme commander of the Imperial Guard who protected him—the three accomplices, now reunited, gathered again to discuss their next move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing Najeta, who had now fully joined their band of criminals, Jia Ji spoke vaguely: “This isn’t the time to celebrate yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The minister’s death will spark a storm. The realm will descend into chaos. Ambitious schemers and vermin will swarm to seize power over the young emperor—this is the perfect moment to strike them down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Ji crushed the lollipop he’d stolen from Chelsea between his teeth, revealing his white fangs in a cold sneer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Najeta’s heart lurched; a terrible premonition surged. She asked cautiously:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What exactly are you planning?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What am I planning? Kill. Only kill.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While everyone is still stunned—keep killing! Ah! Kill until heaven and earth are cleansed! Kill until the sun and moon vanish! Kill until rivers run red! Kill until heaven and earth are cleansed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Najeta wanted to ask: Do you have some kill quota? But in the end, she had to admit—he was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When debts pile up, you might as well go all out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Najeta immediately decided, pulled out her small notebook—the “Book of Hatreds”—accumulated over years of military and political life—and began ticking off names like marking death warrants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Ji and Esdees, who recorded information instantly via photo, set out again under the bright sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with their astonishing speed and stamina, even if they hunted and slaughtered nonstop in the capital—killing anyone except the emperor—they could only scratch the surface of the list…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the capital was vast, and the targets were countless. Even with their efficiency, they could not cover it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus ended a day steeped in blood—Jia Ji and Esdees had killed a total of… two with or without thorns!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Ji, who had committed the greatest crime in history, sat in Esdees’s residence, watching street cleaners diligently scrubbing the capital’s roads through the window. He felt the air humming with cheer, smelled the sweet scent of blood—and thought only one thing:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A great era… has arrived!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You are dead” is a homophone for “Oh mai ya wa xin de yi lu!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One with or without thorn = 103, from “Gui Qi”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1049,"2026-06-21T02:38:13.240Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","788a15a3a5574a95fc727823af57c983cc0418fc42b83b236dff622e87028642","chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-52","chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-50",355,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fchat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-cover.jpg"]