Chapter 37: Anesthetic Bullet Shouldn't Work on You, Right? Yong Jiluo?

"What exactly happened? Why did that Great Guardian suddenly send people to capture us?"

Ren Yi Bu grew angrier, and San Yue Qi Xiaojie's cheeks puffed up: "Attacking us while we're sound asleep is just despicable!"

"That woman carries an uneasy aura... intuition never lies," Dan Heng deftly surveyed the area, then found a quieter side path, "There are Silvermane Iron Guards nearby; avoid conflict with them."

The alley was filled with Rift monsters, but the few of them were agile enough; Xing smashed them one by one, beating them without hesitation.

The door mechanisms inside the alleys were easily bypassed by Xing; as the gates slowly opened, another Rift passage appeared nearby.

The three surged forward at full speed, when Dan Heng's gaze hardened and he single‑handedly blocked San Yue Qi behind him: "Watch out!"

Three gunshots rang out; the floor tiles beneath Dan Heng billowed thin blue smoke. Fortunately he noticed in time, preventing anyone from being hurt.

San Yue Qi lifted her gaze; both sides of the alley were swarming with pre‑positioned Iron Guards, their dark muzzles already trained on them.

"Heh... underestimated," Bu Luo Ni Ya slowly approached from behind, snorting, "Even if the Rift has corrupted this place, it's still part of Beloberg, our former home. The Iron Guard knows it like the back of their hand."

San Yue Qi threw her hands up helplessly: "You're really relentless... I can't figure out what crime we committed that makes you chase us here without giving up!"

Dan Heng calmly tried to reason, "You saw us yesterday, remember? We were guests of Lady Kokolia. The overnight upheaval is hard for us to accept as well."

"... The Guardian Lord investigated your background," Bu Luo Ni Ya said, hand on hip. "She summoned me last night, claiming you deceived her; your identities and motives are fabricated, intended to undermine the City‑Builder's control over Beloberg."

"What?! How can that old witch be two‑faced?" San Yue Qi blurted out instinctively.

Bu Luo Ni Ya's previously gentle expression hardened; she clenched her teeth and said almost word for word, "Publicly insulting the Great Guardian only adds to your crimes. Lay down your weapons and surrender!"

Insulting someone's mother to their face, this San Yue Qi Xiaojie... *pfft*.

Fu Ningna almost choked on her tea; she tried to laugh, but facing Lin Ni and Lin Ni Te, she forced a graceful demeanor, "If possible, I'd love to teach San Yue Qi some lady etiquette."

"Hehe, indeed a bit improper, but... ignorance is no crime."

Lin Ni smiled faintly, sliding a ticket for tonight's opera house magic show across the smooth table toward the girl, "Madam Fu Ningna, might you grace us with your presence this evening?"

"Sure, but don't be nervous because I'm coming," Fu Ningna replied with a coquettish smile.

"You're joking... but speaking of that, Madam Fu Ningna, you've performed at the Opiklei Opera House countless times over centuries—ever felt nervous?" Lin Ni asked, curious.

"Of course not, but if I must say—"

Fu Ningna paused thoughtfully, "Not long ago, during a performance, one of the Fatui Executives, the 'Servant', attended my show. That performance... uh..."

Mentioning the codename "Father", Lin Ni wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but Fu Ningna's body trembled slightly.

As if she had finally found a rare confidante, Fu Ningna began to speak incessantly.

"I really don't get why some audience members sit so stiff. She was in the front row; we were only two or three meters apart..."

"Just so you know... I'm not scared! But that guy's gaze... feels like I owe him a lot of Mora. And the Mondstadt incident has settled; even if she's Snezhnaya's diplomat, she shouldn't stare at me like that!"

"If he keeps looking at me that way, I... I wish his face had more wrinkles...!" Fu Ningna muttered softly, lowering her head sheepishly.

"Um, Madam Fu Ningna..." Lin Ni awkwardly touched his face, forcing a smile, "I heard everything."

"... Brother." Lin Ni Te's sculpted face barely showed a faint smile.

"Ignorance is no crime~"

Dan Heng's expression remained steady as ever; he gave San Yue Qi a look, "Talking won't help, San Yue. One thing's clear: we must not be arrested now."

San Yue Qi, hands on hips with confidence, declared, "Since there's no escape, let them see the power of the Train Squad!"

The battle ignited instantly; even though the Iron Guards were prepared, under San Yue Qi's shield, Xing and Dan Heng moved as if in an empty field, dispatching wave after wave of soldiers with a few shots and strikes.

Just moments ago, Bu Luo Ni Ya held the numerical advantage; in the blink of an eye, only one Iron Guard remained under her command.

"Step back," Bu Luo Ni Ya ordered the Iron Guard beside her to stand behind her, "I'll deal with these... heretics and villains!"

"One person against the Train Squad?" Gongben Musashi stared blankly at the girl's spear, "This toy might work on ordinary folks, but not against Xing and Dan Heng."

Xing could smash a Doom Beast's skull with a single staff; the force was far beyond what Bu Luo Ni Ya could withstand.

Yet the battle that unfolded in the light curtain far exceeded Musashi's expectations.

Bu Luo Ni Ya was not only well‑trained but also agile; her spear functioned both up close and at range, and after thirty exchanges with the three members of the Train Squad, she showed no sign of lagging.

"This kid... is a bit too powerful. Hey, Dan Heng, unleash the hidden power you have!" San Yue Qi urged.

Bu Luo Ni Ya concluded, "Surrender, invaders! I will ensure you receive a fair trial."

At that moment, a familiar voice suddenly echoed above the four.

"Uh, I didn't mean to ruin the tense atmosphere~"

They looked up at the voice, oblivious to the smoke bombs rolling at their feet; with a "Bang," smoke billowed, instantly blinding the scene.

"... Who?" Bu Luo Ni Ya covered her mouth, coughing violently.

Through the haze emerged a defiant figure, strolling leisurely through the smoke to the trio; his signature blue hair confirmed his identity.

"I just want to say, Sang Bo never lets a friend who helped us suffer a loss."

A crushing wave of fatigue surged like a tide, quickly engulfing Xing's body. Her eyelids grew heavier, as if submerged; in the final second before consciousness faded, a man's lecherous voice echoed in her ears.

"See, I, Sang Bo, keep my word~"

"An anesthetic bullet can affect someone with a Star Core?"

Gongben Musashi twirled his beard, deep in thought. He had just been revived by De Chuan, knew little of modern technology, and in recent days of combat had only witnessed the power of firearms and tasers.

Glancing at the nearby Fan Ma Yong Jiluo, Musashi smiled curiously, "Yong Jiluo, have you ever witnessed the power of an anesthetic bullet?"

He had long inquired from De Chuan about this earth's strongest; he could hard‑receive a billion‑volt lightning with his face and trigger a minor quake with a single punch—strength beyond belief.

"No," Yong Jiluo replied, unexpectedly brief.

De Chuan, seated behind them, poked his head out curiously, puzzled by Yong Jiluo's lie: "Did you forget? Yong Jiluo, back in the underground arena, that Yobi guy used an anesthetic gun..."

"Shut up! Old man!"

In an instant, Yong Jiluo's face turned demonic, terrifying. His hair stood on end, floating, the explosive aura warping the surrounding air.

"If you keep talking, I'll kill you!!"