Chapter 190 Chapter 185 Navigation
In one of the top-ranking metropolises of China, the streets were bustling with people, and no one could notice the invisible wings of the succubus gliding over the rooftops.
Ji Ma swooped down on her prey like an eagle.
Colorful buildings and various signs swept past beneath her, while cars under the streetlights formed streams of light.
Even filled with a desire for revenge and affected by her soul injuries, Ji Ma couldn’t help but gaze downwards.
How many entertainment venues were in those buildings? In such a large city, with so many people, there must be a huge market, and many would be pondering how to entertain others, right?
When can I swagger in, enjoying each one of them?
What intriguing stories lie within these buildings?
As Ji Ma sank into her expectations of the metropolis, her phone rang, producing a mechanical female voice:
“Turn right in three hundred meters.”
It was like magic; although it didn’t possess true wisdom, it was far more useful than magic.
Ji Ma thought, bringing her phone closer to check the arrow indicating her location on the map.
The screen displayed information conveniently; at a glance, she could tell she was only one hundred meters away from her destination, which was actually behind her.
Ji Ma raised her head and saw the Pearl Tower shining with several colors. Turning around in the concrete jungle, she spotted a towering building that stood out, adorned with neon lights that formed the words “Wenhua Hotel.”
The numerous windows almost triggered her claustrophobia, with each window representing a room.
Flapping her wings, Ji Ma descended slowly. After using her extraordinary ability to divert people’s attention, she avoided the cameras, appearing from the shadows in the guise of Wan Ziqi, striding confidently towards the magnificent Wenhua Hotel.
As she walked, she opened her personal system to check her remaining magic power.
“75%.”
Maintaining invisibility throughout the process, the magic consumption was already quite low; this was one of the benefits of her advancement, allowing her to remain invisible even during battles.
But even as a diamond-level extraordinary person, considered one of the stronger among the strong in this other world, possessing a fragment of a crown, she could claim dominion in the demon realm.
As Ji Ma stepped onto the golden light-spreading red carpet.
A security guard in white gloves stepped forward, blocking her path, asking, “Hello, sir, do you have a reservation?”
“No, can’t I enter?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Is it because I’m holding a stick?” Ji Ma placed her hand behind her back, and the stick immediately vanished, actually hanging at her waist. “Now it’s gone.”
The security guard looked Ji Ma up and down once more, glancing over her cheap “short sleeves” and capris, observing her dark circles from sleepless nights, and her haggard face, his gaze becoming increasingly alert and impatient:
“May I ask what business you have here?”
Ji Ma had intended to use a small trick, but realized that she was not playing Wan Ziqi, but rather Wan Ziqi possessed by an otherworldly evil spirit.
“Tell Fang Shiyun,” Ji Ma said, “the curse has come to pass.”
After saying this, Ji Ma turned around and left.
The security guard looked curiously at her retreating figure, but having been a security guard for several years, he had seen all kinds of strange things and had received his fair share of slaps to the face, so he didn’t pay further attention.
As Ji Ma’s figure disappeared behind a pillar, she became invisible, swaggering past the security guard while stepping on the red carpet. If any attentive outsider were to observe, they would see the carpet deforming as if under the weight of her tall figure.
She walked past the shiny black marble front desk, glancing at the beautiful receptionist, who wore a polite smile, her gaze fixed on the door, awaiting the next customer.
Ji Ma winked at Fang Shiyun’s phone number on her phone, quickly divining her exact address.
“Room 2302…”
She headed toward the elevator and was about to press the metallic button when she caught a whiff of delicious food.
She hadn’t eaten anything on the way.
Following the aroma, she climbed the stairs to the hotel café.
The place was spacious enough for a car to play bumper cars inside, with waiters in black suits mixing various drinks behind the bar. It was quiet here, with sparse patrons compared to the wide area.
Ji Ma passed by a driver lounging in a chair, leaning back against the sofa, with his eyes closed and sleeping deeply. On the round table in front, covered with a white cloth, stood an empty coffee cup.
She walked behind the bar, took a coffee pot, and grabbed several pastries, placing them on a plate, just one step away from a waiter who noticed nothing.
As Ji Ma held the coffee, she took big bites of the cake while sipping the hot coffee.
From behind, she heard the waiter’s puzzled voice: “Where’s the coffee I just brewed? Where’s the pot?”
Ji Ma poured the steaming coffee into her mouth.
After finishing the cake, she casually tossed the plate into the trash bin. A couple of female waiters chatting a few meters away noticed and one of them said, “The trash bin is moving.”
The other looked over.
“Is it a mouse?”
“Are there mice here too?”
Ji Ma walked towards the elevator, her stomach filled with hot coffee. She pressed the “down arrow,” leaned against the wall, and lifted the coffee pot, pouring the boiling coffee into her mouth.
The coffee was bitter, with no additives and no overly sweet cake to accompany it, tasting like brewed herbs.
But Ji Ma didn’t mind at all. After finishing, she carelessly threw the coffee pot to the ground, and the glass coffee pot shattered with a crisp sound.
The bitter coffee invigorated her; though Ji Ma could go without sleep for half a month without problem, stirring her spirits was beneficial for the significant event she was about to engage in.
Ji Ma pulled out the “straight branch” and waited for the elevator to open.
But why was this elevator taking so long to open?
Ji Ma looked and realized the elevator hadn’t come down at all; she slapped her forehead.
It turned out she had pressed the “down arrow” mistakenly. Since she rarely used the elevator, she thought the “down arrow” meant for it to come down for her.
Ji Ma pressed the “up arrow,” and the metallic arrow lit up. Not long after, the elevator door opened to reveal it was empty.
Ji Ma stepped inside and closed the elevator door, searching among the rows of metallic buttons, pressing the number 23 metal arrow.
The elevator door slowly closed, the sensation of weight pressing on her feet.
This elevator was quite spacious, with not a single advertisement in sight, but Ji Ma’s back muscles were still tense; she didn’t trust this iron box that carried people.
“Ding Dong.”
In the eyes of the surveillance camera, the empty elevator door opened.
There were very few rooms on this floor, and Ji Ma quickly found 2302. She let out a peculiar burp, revealing her true form in the darkness, manifesting as Wan Ziqi, raising her right fist and pounding on the door.
“Bang! Bang!”
“Bang! Bang!”
“Who is it?”
An unhappy male voice came from inside. Ji Ma blinked her eyes, using sound as a medium to divine his information.
A line of universal text unfolded before her:
“Name: Lin Feng”
“Gender: Male”
“Father: Lin Jianye”
“Position: General Manager of Longlonglong Construction Co., Ltd….”
“…”
“He’s a rich second generation,” Ji Ma muttered to herself, “you do have an eye for talent.”
“Who is it?” A familiar yet unfamiliar female voice came from inside. Ji Ma’s body trembled slightly, infinite beautiful memories flashed before her eyes.
Fang Shiyun’s coy demeanor and their two-hour engaging chat, apart from being scolded by her mother, when Wan Ziqi had first conversed with someone for that long…
What is this? I’ve even cut down my beloved.
A sudden thought stabbed through, shattering all those beautiful memories.
Ji Ma snorted coldly, gripping the “straight branch” tightly, extending her left finger, intending to use the “power of lies” to transform it into a key.
After all, unlocking was probably similar to deceiving.
Unfortunately, this door didn’t have a lock.
Ji Ma changed her finger into a palm, brushing past the doorknob.
“Ding.”
Ji Ma outsmarted the door lock, and the door unlocked itself. Ji Ma pushed it open, and a fair hand gripped the handle from behind the door, a figure in a bathrobe standing at the door.
It was indeed Fang Shiyun, her black hair damply draped over one shoulder, her face slightly wet, carrying the scent of moisturizer, her brown-black eyes reflecting Wan Ziqi’s haggard face.
She was only slightly startled, then smiled gently: “Oh, it’s you! How did you find this place?”
There was no fear, no panic, only curiosity and surprise.
It was as if she was discussing something very ordinary.
“You’ve swindled away all my hard-earned money,” Ji Ma said flatly, “you bitch.”
Fang Shiyun replied calmly: “We no longer have any relationship; it would be better if you just contact me and my boyfriend directly, okay? And you’re still holding a stick; are you trying to catch me cheating?”
Ji Ma stared at her, unmoving.
“Causing a scene is not good. If the security guard sees you with a weapon and reports it, it will be a problem,” Fang Shiyun said, “How about this? I’ll call you when I have free time, okay?”
“I find it curious,” Ji Ma replied. “Why do you place your hopes on the police, who are a kilometer away from you?”
Ji Ma raised the “straight branch” in a sword-holding manner, placing it over her shoulder, in a standard downward slashing stance. “And my stick will smash down on your head in less than half a second.”
“Can you calm down? Wan Ziqi, we’re no longer kids—”
Ji Ma swung down directly at Fang Shiyun’s forehead. The impact was solid, her head resonating like a drum, producing a crisp dull sound, making the whole head shake, causing her to lose her balance.
Fang Shiyun hadn’t even realized what had happened; she neither widened her eyes nor screamed.
Ji Ma kicked, pushing her backward, then shoved the door open and stepped in, grabbing her buzzing head and forcefully slamming it against the white wall.
“Thud!”
“Thud!”
She inflicted several blood streaks on the wall, blood dripping from her head and falling to the ground.
Fang Shiyun let out a cry of shock, screaming, “Stop hitting, stop hitting.”
Ji Ma, with a little exertion, smashed her head against the wall before loosening her grip.
Dressed in a white bathrobe, Fang Shiyun lay on the ground, her face covered in blood, crying and shouting, stretching out her hand towards Ji Ma, wailing:
“Lin Feng! Lin Feng!”
“Call all you want,” Ji Ma gripped the branch with both hands, delivering a horizontal slash to Fang Shiyun’s arm, causing her arm to bend unnaturally. Ji Ma lifted the stick with one hand, striking forcefully against her body.
Fang Shiyun screamed in agony, her vocal cords almost tearing, as she crawled backward while crying.
Ji Ma wasn’t satisfied with just hitting her with the stick; she grabbed her hair, throwing punch after punch to break her nose, then let go of her head, lifting her foot to deliver several hard kicks to her stomach.
Though Ji Ma controlled her strength to avoid killing Fang Shiyun in one blow, the positioning allowed her kicks to break several of Fang Shiyun’s bones.
She curled up like a shrimp, one hand clutching her stomach while the other lay limply on the ground, unable to utter a word, gasping like a fish thrown on the shore, her mouth gaping, drool pooling at the corners.
Ji Ma paused and asked, “Are you dead?”
Fang Shiyun struggled to emit a sound: “I… my organs are ruptured.”
“Well, you’re still a long way from death.”
“You have to pay for my medical—”
Ji Ma kicked her shoulder; her back slammed against the wall, leaving her momentarily speechless.
Ji Ma squatted down and said, “Fang Shiyun, I’m not afraid of you dying; I’ll look up online how to treat you later and buy a few large pliers to start with your toes.”
“I… I’ll pay you back all the money…”
Ji Ma struck her bloodied and buzzing head with a punch, leisurely asking, “Did I allow you to speak?”
At that moment, the water sound in the bathroom stopped, and Lin Feng’s voice was heard: “Fang Shiyun, who is it? Why have you been talking for so long?”
Fang Shiyun cried out, “Ah, Lin Feng, help me!”
Ji Ma imitated Fang Shiyun’s voice: “Oh, it’s nothing; you continue washing.”
“Oh.”
The sound of running water resumed in the bathroom.
Ji Ma elbowed Fang Shiyun in the stomach, causing her throat to emit a hissing sound, and it took a while before she could regain her breath.
Fang Shiyun’s eyes widened as she looked at Ji Ma.
“Let’s do this,” Ji Ma pulled out her phone and said to Fang Shiyun: “Send a text to Lin Feng saying: ‘Lin Feng, your dick is too small; I’m not comfortable. I left with my ex-boyfriend Wan Ziqi. Goodbye, impotent man.’”
After repeating it several times, Fang Shiyun’s buzzing ears finally heard it clearly.
She said she didn’t have her phone; it was inside, so Ji Ma dragged her in. Fang Shiyun tried a few tricks to stall for time, but Ji Ma ruthlessly left several bruises on her.
In the end, Fang Shiyun, with her unbroken hand, bleeding and in tears, sent the text as Ji Ma requested.
“Alright.” Ji Ma dialed 120, reaching for Fang Shiyun’s hair: “I’ll drag you back to play slowly; we can enjoy it for a long time tonight.”
“… didn’t you say you would call 120? I’m going to die…”
“How strange.” Ji Ma pressed the phone screen close to her face: “The dial key won’t press down.”
