Chapter 294 – Taste My Middle Finger

“No… please, no…”

Sun Zeya’s body tensed up suddenly, then began to tremble uncontrollably.

It lasted for a good ten seconds before the dazed look in her eyes returned to normal. She slumped against the wall, exhausted.

To be rendered like this by Ling Mo’s superpower, and right in front of him…

Sun Zeya squeezed her eyes shut. She could feel her cheeks burning, her legs still trembling shamefully.

She felt Ling Mo drawing closer again, his breath warm and ticklish against her ear.

“You were curious about my superpower. Now I’ve satisfied that curiosity… in a manner of speaking.”

Ling Mo looked at Sun Zeya’s expression with satisfaction. After such a humiliating experience, she should stop causing trouble.

The more she pretended not to care, the more it showed her rigidity.

For a woman like her, no lesson could be more profound than this.

But for some reason, Ling Mo had a feeling that Sun Zeya had awakened something within herself…

“Don’t test my limits again. This is your last warning. Where’s your phone?”

He searched her thoroughly but found nothing. Clearly, she had hidden it somewhere beforehand.

Sun Zeya, breathing heavily, pointed upstairs. “It’s… it’s in the restroom.”

“Good girl.”

As she yelped in surprise, Ling Mo’s fingers grazed her neck, then lightly brushed over her erect nipple.

“Bastard!”

As Ling Mo’s footsteps gradually faded away, Sun Zeya fluttered her eyes open and slowly regained her composure.

“Ah! Mm…”

To her astonishment, the moment she opened her eyes, she found a long-haired girl standing in front of her.

Xia Na swiftly covered Sun Zeya’s mouth, a wicked glint in her eyes. “The person you just cursed at seemed like you were talking about Ling-Ge.”

She glanced down at Sun Zeya’s disheveled state, her lips curling into a smirk.

Sun Zeya’s eyes widened in panic. She shook her head vigorously, but Xia Na, seemingly frail, had a surprisingly strong grip.

And with her body covered in blood, she looked even more terrifying…

“Mm… what are you planning… to do to me?” Sun Zeya asked, her voice muffled.

Xia Na raised her right hand, wiggling her five slender fingers.

“Although I’m not angry, I still think you need a little lesson. Just to express my dissatisfaction. Friendly tip: if I were you, I’d hold my breath. Ready? One… three!”

“Mm… ah!”

As Xia Na’s hand reached downward, Sun Zeya’s body tensed up suddenly, her eyes widening in shock…

“Hmm, I think I sensed Xia Na.”

Ling Mo glanced towards the stairs, then shook his head. “The sensation is still faint; I can’t be sure if she’s nearby. Having two split psychic light clusters moving at the same time has weakened my sense of her. I didn’t foresee this drawback when I originally split the tentacle… Oh well, it might not be a drawback after all; they’re my girlfriends, not mere zombie puppets…”

When Ling Mo kicked open the door to the women’s restroom, he froze for a moment.

Someone was hanging from the window, apparently trying to climb in.

With her tan skin and cold, striking features, it was Xia Zhining.

And the phone was lying on the sink not far from her.

“I was wondering why I hadn’t seen you. So you’re the real backup… Not a bad plan.”

Ling Mo’s pupils contracted as he lunged towards the sink. Simultaneously, Xia Zhining leapt in through the window.

In fact, the moment Ling Mo moved, a tentacle had already hooked onto the phone.

Just as Xia Zhining was about to grab it, the phone seemed to fly into Ling Mo’s hand as if drawn by a magnet.

“Don’t move,” Xia Zhining warned, looking at Ling Mo. “I can roast it anytime.”

“Cut it out. You can’t roast something without direct contact.”

Ling Mo chuckled.

If her superpower could work from a distance, she wouldn’t need to bother with daggers or handguns; she could just roast the zombies’ brains from afar.

Xia Zhining’s face darkened instantly. She tugged at the leather gloves on her hands, then charged at Ling Mo without a word.

“Bang!”

Ling Mo tilted his head to the side just as Xia Zhining’s fist smashed into the wall.

The five iron plates embedded in her glove instantly left five charred marks on the wall.

“You really want to fight me?”

Ling Mo showed a hint of helplessness.

“Show me what you’ve got,” Xia Zhining said coldly, lifting a leg to kick at Ling Mo’s waist.

Seeing that she wasn’t holding back, Ling Mo felt a spark of anger.

He had intended to go easy on her…

As Xia Zhining’s attacks continued to miss, her movements became increasingly frenzied.

Her strikes were swift and clean, lacking the strange martial arts techniques that Xia Na employed. Xia Zhining’s style was pure, straightforward combat.

As she threw her punches, Ling Mo could feel a wave of heat pressing toward him. Sparks even flashed in the air.

These sparks landed on Xia Zhining’s leather jacket, quickly burning small holes into it.

However, Xia Zhining herself seemed unaffected by the high temperature; her skin showed no signs of burns.

Ling Mo was entirely on the defensive at first, his psychic power highly focused as he calmly observed Xia Zhining’s moves.

This straightforward fighting style was far more efficient than Ling Mo’s self-taught techniques.

If he made a move, it would expose a weakness.

He was both waiting for the right moment and learning Xia Zhining’s combat technique.

Xia Zhining probably never imagined that Ling Mo, a powerful superhuman, was secretly learning from her!

Seeing Ling Mo only dodge and not attack, while she missed every strike by a hair’s breadth, Xia Zhining felt a strong sense of frustration.

Her growing irritation made her movements even more reckless, and openings began to appear.

“Now!”

Just as Ling Mo turned to avoid a heavy punch from Xia Zhining, he immediately extended a tentacle, wrapping it around her ankle and yanking her backward with force.

Caught off guard by this unexpected move, Xia Zhining lost her balance and fell backward sharply.

Just as Ling Mo leaped up, ready to land a punch on her, Xia Zhining used her hands to brace against the ground, executing a perfect backbend to stabilize herself.

As Ling Mo’s punch approached, a burst of heat suddenly emanated from Xia Zhining’s navel, burning a large hole in her leather jacket.

“Whoa…”

Ling Mo quickly retracted his arm and kicked at Xia Zhining’s shin.

Xia Zhining had intended to spring up or perform a backflip, but her hands and feet were suddenly bound by an invisible force.

“What kind of power is this, gravity? Gravitational force?”

Xia Zhining struggled fiercely, smoke rising from her shin.

The situation turned strange in an instant. While Ling Mo had Xia Zhining restrained, wherever his attacks landed, smoke would appear.

Xia Zhining’s stamina was rapidly depleting, her arms starting to tremble.

But Ling Mo’s psychic power was also being consumed at an alarming rate. He could even feel a throbbing pressure at his temples.

“I’ll give you one more chance. Will you give up?”

Ling Mo rubbed his brow and asked.

Xia Zhining looked like she was in a sauna, with smoke rising from all over her body. Her leather jacket was full of holes, resembling a piece of risqué lingerie.

Combined with her current posture, Ling Mo couldn’t help but have some peculiar thoughts.

“Stop looking!”

Despite her limbs being immobilized, Xia Zhining’s flexibility allowed her to lift her head with effort.

Noticing Ling Mo’s intrigued gaze, Xia Zhining gritted her teeth and cursed, “I will never surrender! You’re just… I’m a soldier!”

“A soldier who took it up halfway?” Ling Mo chuckled. “What are you trying to say about me? That I’m not a soldier? Just an ordinary civilian?”

“Anyway, you can’t do anything to me. Let’s see who lasts longer. You should know, as soon as you let go, I’ll beat you up!”

Xia Zhining squinted her eyes and spoke in a cold tone.

Ling Mo loosened his fist and walked up to Xia Zhining.

She was radiating heat all over, making Ling Mo feel a bit hot.

“Remember, you forced me to do this.”

Ling Mo’s gaze traveled down from Xia Zhining’s navel, stopping at a certain private area. “You wouldn’t let this place start smoking too, would you?”

With that, and under Xia Zhining’s suddenly horrified gaze, Ling Mo struck swiftly. “Taste my middle finger!”