Chapter 216: My Qualified Sequence? Stuck?!

Pfft—!

There is no suspense.

The Soul Dagger's blade, black as ink, sliced through Shen Qing's heart as smoothly as a hot knife through butter.

This time, there was no obstacle.

And there was no disgusting Risk Hedge either.

Shen Qing's eyes, which had been filled with terror and disarray, lost all their luster the instant the blade entered.

But that wasn't enough.

Su Ming, expressionless, drew his dagger and grasped the hilt with his other hand.

A flash of cold steel, crisp and decisive.

Gurur—!

A head rolled several meters across the blood‑stained floor before slamming into a table corner and stopping.

A pair of eyes stared at the ceiling, refusing to close even in death.

Dead dead.

The brain moved on, the heart shattered, and the soul was ground to pulp by the Soul Dagger…

At this point, even Jesus would shake his head.

Even the Buddha could only chant—Amitabha!

Then, make a run for it!

"Hoo!"

Su Ming flicked the blood droplets off his blade and let out a long sigh.

Though the process was a bit taxing.

But this seemingly elegant yet poisonous vampire was finally cleared out!

Next…

Now comes the most thrilling corpse‑touching segment!

Su Ming's eyes glittered as he rubbed his hands.

Based on previous experience…

Killing a Qualified Person triggers a Qualified Sequence!

"Redirect damage, freeze senses, Risk Hedge…"

Su Ming swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing.

This ability is both powerful and disgusting; he's truly eye‑greedy!

However.

Two seconds passed.

Five seconds passed.

Ten seconds…

The air fell awkwardly silent.

Aside from the headless corpse still oozing blood and the floor's mess…

There was no familiar, alluringly gleaming anomalous light sphere!

Forget about the Qualified Sequence…

Besides the earlier Surgical Knife and Bone Whip, this thing didn't even sprout a single hair!

"Hmm?"

Su Ming's brows furrowed deeper, his hopeful expression hardening.

"Stuck?"

He instinctively kicked Shen Qing's corpse.

No reaction; dead peacefully.

"Delay?"

He waited another half‑minute patiently.

Still no response, not even a White Light!

Su Ming's complexion turned as black as a pot bottom.

Something's off!

Very off!

Xia Weiwei was slain by his own hand.

He also personally triggered the Infinite Green Qualified Sequence.

That must be the Rule! The iron law!

Shen Qing's recent crimson‑black aura, that domineering Rule power…

One hundred percent a Qualified Person, with strength absurdly high!

But now…

Where's the thing?!

"Damn!"

Su Ming couldn't help but curse, his inner irritation rising rapidly.

This feeling…

It's like toiling overtime for a month, finally reaching payday, only to find the boss has fled with the funds!

This is freeloading!

It's blatant fraud!

That massive mental gap made him want to pick up Shen Qing's head...

Sew it back on and kill again!

"Could it be..."

"That bastard isn't dead yet?!"

The absurd yet spine‑chilling thought suddenly pierced his mind.

Su Ming's pupils contracted, and the Soul Dagger in his hand tightened instantly, his whole body tensing again.

Impossible, right?!

The Eye of Truth can't detect any heresy at all!

He stared fixedly at the headless corpse.

No movement.

Heartbeats ceased, breathing stopped, even the soul's tremor was shredded by the Soul Dagger.

If this thing isn't dead, then the hell is it still a carbon‑based organism?

"Magu!"

Su Ming barked low without turning his head.

"Here! Wang!"

Magu, who had been squatting in the corner watching the scene and dyeing her skirt, leapt over at the sound.

Though the smiling mask on her face was comical, the eyes behind the mask holes glittered with a sick, blood‑thirsty excitement.

"Keep your eyes glued to that corpse."

Su Ming pointed at the headless corpse on the ground, then at the distant head.

"Especially that head."

"As long as this corpse shows the slightest movement..."

"Even if just a finger twitches, or an eyelid flickers!"

"Don't hesitate!"

"Do it to him!"

"Chop him into mush! Don't leave any bone scraps!"

Magu heard that, and the eyes beneath the mask lit up instantly as she sucked in a mouthful of saliva.

"Don't worry, Wang! Guarding corpses is my specialty!"

"If he dares to move, I guarantee he'll... die without a whole body!"

Su Ming glanced at Magu, the crazy corpse‑guard, and said nothing more.

Why does it feel...

Is this woman getting more and more perverse?!

Then Su Ming turned around.

His gaze swept through the room's wreckage and ruins.

It landed on the two shadowy figures in the corner, already terrified to the point of wanting to crawl into the wall cracks.

One was the once‑arrogant Underground Emperor, now a broken‑spine mutt—the Gambler.

The other was the scheming, overly clever old steward—Tang Zhong—who ended up as a discarded servant.

"Alright."

Su Ming dragged his thigh, still self‑healing and covered in blood scabs, step by step forward.

"The main matter has been dealt with."

"Now..."

"Let's discuss this rotten debt and figure out how to settle it."

Clack, clack, clack!

A pair of shoes stopped.

Tang Zhong forced himself to lift his head, the shrewd calculation long gone from his eyes.

The old face Su Ming had slapped into a pig's head was now as pale as paper!

Tonight's experience...

Too convoluted, and too desperate!

"Su... Mr. Su..."

Tang Zhong's teeth trembled as he tried to force a flattering smile, but it tugged at the wound at his mouth corner, causing a painful grimace.

"Shen... Shen Qing is dead!"

"Now... now no one can stop you from taking over the Golden House!"

"I'm the old man here, I know the procedures, I know where the good stuff still is, I can help you..."

He's gambling, he's begging!

After Su Ming killed Shen Qing, the parachuted executive, they need a local dog familiar with the business to keep the situation stable.

As long as he still has any use, he can live!

However...

In Su Ming's blood‑tinged eyes there was not a ripple, not even a hint of murderous intent.

It was like looking at a smelly pile of dog poop by the roadside.

"Did I give you permission to speak?"

The voice was faint, yet cold enough to shatter.

Tang Zhong froze, and the plea for mercy that reached his lips got stuck in his throat, like a duck whose neck had been grasped.

Bang—!

There was no warning.

Su Ming lifted his leg and delivered a kick—simple, brutal, direct.

The kick was pure physical force vented, striking the chest of Tang Zhong, whose several ribs had already been broken.

"Cough—!!"

Tang Zhong's eyeballs nearly popped out.

His whole body rolled like a tumbleweed gourd, skidding along the wall base for seven or eight meters before crashing into a pile of ruins!

Su Ming retracted his foot and didn't glance back.

He had already seen through this guy—

He can take a beating, Niu Bi!

Even if he really killed him and blew up this place, he didn't seem to think it was a big deal.

His own mindset…

He didn't know when it had become like this?!

Big‑hearted?!

Or perhaps…

Like Magu, becoming more perverse?!

"Tsk, who cares!"

Su Ming shook his head, shaking off the random thoughts in his mind.

As long as you're strong enough, it doesn't matter!

He cast his gaze over the wreckage and looked ahead.

Now, there's something more important to do!