Chapter 295: They'd Have Killed Us All Long Ago

Cheng Shuili was really not used to it!

Just now she was like a startled cat, almost jumping up from that broken wooden crate under her butt.

Fortunately, that guy didn't make any further intimate moves.

Cheng Shuili truly hoped everyone would respect their personal boundaries, and her dearest cook was of course no exception.

After seeing off one group, the next arrived quietly, but this group wasn't as easy to talk to as Qianxun's group.

Ailin initially just fired warning shots at them, almost getting shot herself before decisively firing and wounding one, but the crew's injuries didn't dampen these people's courage—instead, it lit the fuse.

Outside the warehouse, gunfire erupted instantly, dense bullets pattering against the heavy iron door and walls, producing a teeth‑grating impact sound.

The high windows were also hit by stray bullets, shards of broken glass rustling down.

Xinxue had been hesitant to shoot before, but after being swept by that barrage, she didn't know where the anger came from—her submachine gun instantly spat fire, sweeping at the moving silhouettes outside the window.

Although she'd emptied her magazine, that momentum was absolutely rare.

Only Moyu Miji kept glancing sideways at Xinxue... she was firing his bullets!

Woooo.

Bullying people.

Ailin, on the other hand, stayed calm, firing single shots; each gunshot was met outside with a muffled grunt or a cry.

This squad was clearly more aggressive and lacked coordination, attacking purely on sheer ferocity.

"Conserve ammo."

Cheng Shuili's voice remained calm, and she even poured herself another cup of "cold‑brew tea",

Needless to say, mountain spring water is mountain spring water, and the tea brewed from it has its own unique flavor.

"Let them charge."

The outside attack lasted a few minutes; perhaps realizing the cost of a full‑on assault was too high, the gunfire gradually thinned, replaced by a few ragged, out‑of‑breath howls!

"You bastards inside! Hand over the coating! Otherwise, when we storm in, we'll slaughter you all!"

"Damn it! If you've got the guts, fight us face‑to‑face! What are you hiding in there like a turtle for?!"

Cheng Shuili slowly sipped her tea, ignoring the shouting outside, then turned to Moyu Miji and said, "Listen, how uncreative. They just repeat the same few lines over and over; their vocabulary is so poor it's pitiful."

Moyu Miji: "……"

He just wanted to clutch his pitiful ammo stash and cry.

Ailin stood behind the wall, adjusting her rifle, and said frankly, "Since entering this world, this is the best gun I've ever held." Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Cheng Shuili and asked, "Do you want me to shut them up?"

"Hey, don't rush." Cheng Shuili waved her hand. "Fighting is a last resort. Let's try winning them over with virtue first."

Hearing that, Moyu Miji fell a bit silent.

"Is fighting really a last resort? Then why did I attack him outright when we met? What's the difference between him and these people? Why am I being treated differently?"

That's really over the top!

After Cheng Shuili finished saying "winning them over with virtue," she slowly set down her teacup while Moyu Miji wore a "you're joking" expression.

The shouting and sporadic gunfire outside became her background music.

"Ailin," Cheng Shuili said, "right ahead of you, that buzz‑cut hiding behind the half‑block of concrete, shouting the loudest—shoot him in the left arm."

"Bang!" The gunshot rang out almost at the same time as her words ended.

Outside the window came a muffled cry of pain, and the shouting stopped abruptly.

Cheng Shuili spread her hands, her tone light as if discussing the weather: "Now they finally want to quiet down and hear my reasoning—that's winning them over with virtue."

Is that how it works?

Moyu Miji didn't know what to say, but his eyes stayed fixed on Cheng Shuili, waiting for her to drop another bombshell.

Cheng Shuili stood, brushed off nonexistent dust, and walked slowly to the warehouse door, lifting her hand to pull it open just enough to let sound through.

The rain sound was instantly amplified.

Cheng Shuili cleared her throat, her voice cutting through the rain with an odd penetrative calm: "Friends out there, don't be so hot‑headed. I'm Wu Ya Zuo Fei Ji; the coating in the warehouse is indeed in my hands—plenty enough to share among our households."

After a brief silence, a furious voice bellowed back: "Wu Ya Zuo Fei Ji? Stop fooling ghosts! If you were Number One, you'd have already slaughtered us all! Why would you open the door and shout at us like this?"

Huh?

This reply really caught Cheng Shuili off guard.

People's thoughts are indeed worlds apart, and their impressions of others are likewise starkly different.

That shout hadn't stopped yet.

"Brothers! If they really had the confidence to wipe us out, they wouldn't have opened the door to sue for peace! Keep charging! Grab the paint!"

"Seize the paint!"

"Go all‑out!"

Cheng Shuili: "……"

She let out a cold laugh and promptly shut the door.

Now whether we do business or not doesn't matter—if someone's looking for death, Cheng Shuili must oblige.

She lifted her gaze to Ailin, who was also waiting for her order; their eyes met in mid‑air, and with just that look, Ailin understood.

Her rifle spat fire again—this time not a warning shot.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three precise shots rang out, and outside the warehouse three screams immediately followed. The effect was instant—the foes fell silent at once.

Cheng Shuili quietly sipped her tea, no longer thinking about winning them over with virtue, just waiting for Ailin and Xinxue to deal with this trouble.

Moyu Miji muttered inwardly, "These folks could have annoyed anyone, but they had to pick on her."

The gunfire lasted about a few minutes; the opposition seemed either subdued, out of ammo, or severely depleted, and their firepower suddenly waned.

Another minute passed, and the other side simply began to beg for mercy.

Regarding these movements, Cheng Shuili had no reaction at all.

What were you doing earlier?

You who wanted to have a good talk with me, you ask why I didn't kill you? Now that I'm going to kill you, you want to have a good talk? Life has no regret medicine; missed is missed.

But Ailin didn't completely wipe out these people; after killing or wounding all those who opened fire, this firefight finally came to an end.

The opposing side seemed to have dragged away the wounded and left; as for where they were hiding, Cheng Shuili neither paid attention nor cared.

She felt a bit bored, and was about to do something to waste time when a male voice came from outside.

"Wuya Dalao! We sincerely want to purchase the coating; can we have a good talk?"

Xinxue, standing on high ground, immediately reported the situation: "Three people, two men and one woman."

Three people?

This number reminded Cheng Shuili of something; she turned her head to look at the Moyu Miji.

The Moyu Miji was originally looking at the panel; upon meeting Cheng Shuili's gaze, it shuddered, and without waiting for a question, it replied: "Fengyun Tianxia they are also two men and one woman."