Chapter 9: A Profligate’s Money Is Hard to Borrow

“Forget it!” Although her mood lightened somewhat, she knew the other party had no real intention of lending her money. Lingering any longer would only invite trouble. She had just struck He Xiaohe today, and Wei Dongming was probably searching for her everywhere. Getting entangled with a princely faction could lead to unforeseen complications.

With this in mind, Wei Zi decided to give up and turned to leave.

“Hey, beautiful, borrowing money from Young Master Zheng isn’t that easy!” The young master, noticing Wei Zi’s indifference, grew irritated. Stretching out his long legs, he blocked her path, resting one hand on the rack to prevent her from passing.

“I didn’t get the loan!” Wei Zi frowned.

“You spoke up!” Young Master Zheng raised an eyebrow, wearing a shameless expression.

“Are you provoking me?” Wei Zi’s face hardened, frost covering her features once more, a flash of murderous intent in her eyes.

Ten years as a mercenary had left Wei Zi no stranger to death and bloodshed. Though she hadn’t risen to prominence, her hands were no stranger to killing—beasts and men alike. Facing a spoiled young master putting on airs was no challenge at all.

Mercenaries live with death tethered to their belts, ready to be claimed at any moment. Naturally, they act on impulse and have fiery tempers. Mercenary groups and squads often clash. Wei Zi was not one to seek trouble, but she did not fear it.

Provocation was a signal of war. Instinctively, Wei Zi arched her back like a cat, revealing sharp claws.

Her eyes gleamed with a tangible killing aura, the air around her chilling several degrees. The female clerk nearby shivered and stepped back, feeling as if her heart had plunged into an abyss—pure terror.

Young Master Zheng, directly facing Wei Zi’s deadly aura, staggered back several steps, visibly shaken.

“Stop!” Two female mercenaries flanking Zheng intervened swiftly, fearing Wei Zi might actually strike.

Wei Zi’s presence was overwhelmingly fierce.

These two female mercenaries were no pushovers. As a playboy with more money than sense, Zheng had planned an adventure outside the city with several other rich heirs during the holiday. His elders wouldn’t approve but couldn’t be too harsh, so he hired a couple of bodyguards.

Rough mercenaries didn’t meet his standards, so he personally selected two G10-level mercenaries for protection. Though not mystics, their G10 rank was formidable. After all, mercenary levels were earned through accumulated mission experience, and a G10 mercenary wasn’t necessarily weaker than a G10 mystic.

Besides, venturing outside the city was hardly dangerous at this level—they could easily sweep the areas around the imperial capital.

Both women were not only striking in appearance but also exceptionally fierce fighters. One, with long hair, raised her leg high and kicked at Wei Zi, while the other, a short-haired beauty, positioned herself in front of Zheng, raising a palm to teach Wei Zi a lesson.

Their strikes came with a whoosh—clearly delivered with force.

“Smack!” Wei Zi swiftly raised her own leg, intercepting first, landing a kick on the long-haired mercenary’s joint, then dodging the palm strike from the other.

“Ah!” The long-haired woman cried out in pain, clutching her leg as she dropped to her knees, glaring at Wei Zi with hatred.

“Ha!” The woman whose palm was evaded refused to relent, throwing a punch. Wei Zi had no way to dodge and raised her arm to block.

“Bang!” The fist struck bone, but the mercenary didn’t hear the satisfying snap she expected. Judging by Wei Zi’s slender frame, this punch should have broken bones easily, but it felt like hitting a stone, leaving her fist aching.

Still, the blow pushed Wei Zi back, her back crashing into the shelves of the combat gear shop. Helmets stacked above tumbled down with a clatter.

Wei Zi clasped her arm, steam rising from it. If she hadn’t just activated her spirit core to form a hard ice layer over her arm, the kick would have surely broken her bones.

Anger flared across her face—true fire ignited within.

If her constitution weren’t currently weakened, these two mercenaries—neither even mystics—wouldn’t have been able to harm her.

“Yah!” The long-haired mercenary recovered quickly and launched another vicious attack.

Wei Zi flashed aside just in time. The attacker’s foot smashed into the shelf Wei Zi had leaned on moments before, scattering wood chips as the sturdy rack shattered.

G10 mercenaries truly possessed terrifying power.

No longer on the defensive, Wei Zi stomped hard, causing the temperature around her to plummet rapidly. The ground beneath turned into a thin sheet of ice.

“Get lost!” Wei Zi punched the short-haired mercenary who was shielding Zheng and advancing aggressively. Her fist carried the force of spirit ice—hard and cruel—striking the woman’s stomach. The slick ice beneath caused the mercenary to be blasted far backward.

Zheng, standing behind in stunned silence, hadn’t expected such a drastic turn of events in so short a time. He realized this was nothing like his plan. Women were not just gentle and charming—today he had witnessed their terrifying power firsthand. The ferocity of the attack was utterly brutal.

From now on, this spoiled heir would likely harbor a psychological shadow around women.

Though the short-haired mercenary’s face was spirited and her demeanor elegant, her body was muscular and explosive in power. Wei Zi’s heavy punch struck her squarely, sending her crashing into Zheng. Both were hurled outside the door.

“Ah!” Zheng screamed in agony. His slender limbs were crushed beneath the burly mercenary, his arm snapping with a crack.

The short-haired mercenary immediately panicked. Her own injuries were secondary, but she couldn’t afford for her employer to be hurt.

“Zheng! Zheng, are you okay?”

“Broken! Ah! It’s broken!” Zheng cried out in pain.

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