Lazily Yours.

Seeing everyone's panicked reaction, Lyca and Shen Qui made their move. They suddenly grabbed their parents and pulled them back to their car. The sudden action made the other people fire at them.

And just like the first person who fired his gun, every time someone uses their firearm, it would explode. The explosion would cause a fire that would cling to the body of the person who had the gun powder or the person who fired the gun.

"Stop firing!"

"Stop it!"

"Go help the others! They won't shoot us!" The man with a deep voice glared at Lyca. "Enough with the tricks!"

Lyca, who was already inside the car, just snorted at the man before she patted Shen Qui's arms. The latter responded by starting the vehicle. She heard her father and mother started calling for backup. Then she rolled the window of the car and smiled at the man. Did they really think that the armor was the only thing keeping Lyca and Shen Qui safe?

Isn't that a little stupid?

"I tried to warn you," she said and revealed the small handgun she had in her leg.

"If you shoot, your gun will explode."

"Really?" Lyca pointed the gun at him and pulled the trigger without any hesitation. The loud bang echoed. Except this time, her gun didn't explode. The gas would only react against gunpowder that didn't have any other properties. Lyca's gun isn't like that.

Surprised flashed at the man's face when he felt the pain in his legs. Seeing Lyca's action, the rest of the people started to panic. Some of them found a place that would protect them from Lyca's guns. While they could literally fight against Lyca using their martial arts but they didn't know if she still had any tricks hidden on her sleeves. Lyca already burnt a few of their people, and to be honest, this made the group a little reluctant to attack her.

Some of them felt that they were actually tricked to come here to die in her hands.

Slowly, Lyca opened the door and walked out of the car. She walked straight to the man lying on the ground, trying to crawl his way up to a tree by the road.

"I'm not telling you anything," the man hissed. He grabbed a hunting knife from his boot and held it in front of him. Usually, a shot in the leg is not enough to cause him this much pain. But for some reason, the bullet is different from the previous ones that hit it. It was too painful. It felt as if it bored into his bone and left small fragments of glass on its way in.

The more he tried to move his leg, the more painful it became.

"I'm not asking you anything," Lyca squatted next to him. The knife was directly in front of her face. "You don't have the strength to wield this knife anymore. Give it to me." With that, she snatched the knife from the man's hand. The swift action didn't surprise the man. What surprised him was the fact that his hand… turned numb.

She was right.

He didn't have the strength to wield the knife anymore.

What was happening to him?

"The people who sent you here wanted you to die," Lyca said. She started playing with the knife, slowly making it turn and dance on her hand. "Military-grade weapon, excellent hunting knife. It could easily kill a boar in the wild. But you know what I liked most about bigger knives like this?" She didn't wait for him to answer. "It's the sound that people make once this knife was used to slit their throats." She closed her eyes and took in another deep breath. The smell of gunpowder was still thick in the air. What accompanied it was the smell of burnt flesh. "As someone who works with the special forces, I assumed that you are very familiar with this sound… no?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

Lyca sneered before she suddenly yanked the man's clothes, ripping the sleeves of his dark jacket. "Your tattoo says otherwise." She pointed at the man's tattoo. "Let me guess… ex-special forces? Dishonorable discharge and you are now leading your own team of people?"

"You said you won't ask questions!"

"True. So… I should just kill you instead."

"WAIT!"

"Hm?" Lyca tilted her head.

"What… what did you do to me? Why am I losing my strength?"

"Oh! I will answer that." Her finger slowly made its way into his bleeding wound. She then put her finger on it. And just as the man expected, he didn't feel the pain from her hand.

"Poisoned!" the man exclaimed.

"False!" Lyca responded. "It's a bullet that sucked your strength, transferring it to mine." She was laughing inwardly. For some reason, watching people's expressions as she spouts some bullshit stuff gave her too much fun, satisfaction. "You know… like how vampires suck blood from their victim. My bullets suck your life force out of your body. Then… it would prolonged mine."

"You— Stop lying!" The man tried to make his voice more imposing, but he felt that his throat is starting to turn numbed too. He thought he was beginning to lose control of his limbs. How could this happen? The bullet hit him a few minutes ago! How could it affect his nervous system? Was it really a poisoned bullet?

Lyca laughed in response. "Dead people don't get to demand things." She roamed her gaze towards the other people who were already dead from the fire. Earlier, they were still struggling and running everywhere, trying to remove their clothes on fire.

Now… they were dead.

She then looked at her car. It hit the van, so a small part of its bumper was already damaged, but… the smell coming from the car was still strong. The windy night only made the gas more frightening. "Don't worry, I won't use this knife to kill you. That would be a waste of such a good quality knife." Lyca stood. She didn't even bother removing the piece of clothing that covered the man's face. To her, he was nothing but a dead pawn.

The real players were not these people.

But the people watching her right now are. She looked to the east and stared at the darkness. Then she mouthed…

'Satisfied?'