Chapter 264 F*cking Hell

By now, Xia Xinyan had actually stopped using her inherent healing abilities very often.

One reason was that Ling Mo had become stronger, and the frequency of injuries had significantly decreased, leaving her little room to use her abilities—she couldn’t very well save herself with that.

After all, a doctor cannot treat themselves; this ability did seem reasonable.

As for producing potions to sell on her own… well, let’s just say she wasn’t about to cross that line.

So having used her abilities so rarely in the game, it was no surprise she had even less chance to use them in reality, especially not with this level of bloodletting therapy—remember, she had mentioned before that she was afraid of pain.

But this time was different.

Xia Xinyan had a characteristic that had never been displayed before—she was protective of her own.

…Okay, maybe she had shown it a few times with Ling Mo, but it wasn’t so obvious back then. However, this time definitely highlighted her protective nature.

From the moment she established this organization, she had treated it as her own possession, so anyone in this organization was like family to her.

Thus, this situation felt like her own people were ruthlessly humiliated by others, and that was absolutely intolerable.

Even if the fat guy didn’t ask her for help, she wouldn’t just stand by and watch her comrades die in front of her. Even if it meant using her own abilities, she’d save them.

And then, she would kill every last one of those bastards who laid a hand on them.

One by one, none of them were getting out alive.

So they thought they could treat her like a sick cat after hanging around for so long, huh?

Those guys would never know just how crazy she had been in her past life.

But they would soon find out.

The healing effect of blood was much higher than that of saliva, and considering that those whose abilities had been triggered were already physically strong, after Xia Xinyan fed them her blood, they began recovering visibly within no time.

Ling Mo immediately rushed over to pull Xia Xinyan back, wanting to bandage her wounds. Despite his displeasure, he ultimately said nothing.

He naturally had a protective nature like Xinyan’s, so seeing their comrades in such a state didn’t make him any less angry than her. But if a comparison had to be made, he cared more about Xinyan and felt more heartache for her.

Xinyan had previously said the spatial watch would be brought into reality after the Cataclysm arrived, but that time hadn’t come yet; items from the game couldn’t be used in reality, so those healing potions that worked just by drinking them could of course not be obtained.

So when Xinyan made cuts on her wound in reality, the only thing he could do was bandage her up and wait for natural recovery.

Besides the bandages, he couldn’t even give her potions, as the things he materialized had side effects.

He wouldn’t criticize Xinyan; instead, he only blamed himself for being so useless.

Those side effects turned deadly when used on enemies, but they severely limited the effect of his powers on his own people.

However, just as he finished bandaging her wounds, Monica suddenly wobbled over and cleared her throat beside them: “Um… did you forget I exist? Maybe if you begged me, I might help you out?”

Ling Mo and Xia Xinyan simultaneously looked at her, momentarily speechless.

Of course, they hadn’t forgotten about Monica, but considering her unique capabilities, unless they encountered a situation they couldn’t handle, they usually instinctively excluded her abilities from consideration. To put it conservatively, this was to prevent them from becoming reliant on Monica.

Ultimately, they were the ones who needed to save the world.

However, they were seeing Monica actively offer to help for the first time.

Though she did say it was on the condition of “asking her nicely.”

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Monica raised an eyebrow, “I’m not asking you to beg me to solve this—relax, I’m not that bored to deal with your petty business. I’m saying I can help treat her wound, after all, I can’t stand seeing girls get hurt.”

Ling Mo: “…”

He really wanted to refuse.

But…

“Please help us,” he stepped back.

Xinyan had mentioned before that she was afraid of pain; if it could help her recover faster, he was willing to step back.

“Your sincerity is commendable; I’ll help,” Monica smiled, strolling over to take Xinyan’s injured arm and began examining it as if it were a precious item.

Although she could feel the injury recovering quickly, Monica’s actions still sent chills down Xinyan’s spine.

Cannot deny, this girl was really awful.

Fortunately, on the other side, the fat guy and the others were busy taking care of the recently stabilized members, so no one paid attention to them, allowing the three of them to stand there while Monica examined for a good few minutes.

Finally feeling the wound fully healed, Xinyan darkly muttered, “Is it done now?”

“Hmm…” Monica showed no sign of wanting to let go, “I’m checking for any internal injuries.”

Xinyan: “…”

Ling Mo immediately squeezed himself between the two and hugged Xinyan, marking his territory: “That’s enough, don’t push your luck.”

Reluctantly, Monica released Xinyan’s arm and took a couple of steps back: “Recovery looks good, nothing else for me to do, I’ll go back to watching.”

Xinyan shot Ling Mo a side-eye.

She actually wanted to tell him, “Don’t push your luck.”

But she held her tongue.

Meanwhile, the injured ones, after a brief rest, gradually regained their senses, and immediately, the concerned onlookers crowded around them, showering them with questions, and the newcomers nearly jumped out of their skins, thinking they had been dragged into some interrogation room.

Only when they realized this was their base did they finally start to break down and cry, slowly letting everyone else know what had happened.

Their original mission was to investigate the sources of online discussions about Ling Mo, and they had apparently stumbled upon a lead, then while following that lead, they encountered a bunch of random passersby.

At first, those folks were quite friendly, and it seemed they even wanted to join their organization—since the fat guy had mentioned a long time ago to bring in as many people as possible to strengthen their organization, they didn’t think much of it and shared some details about their organization.

Then, after confirming they were from Chicks, those guys flipped the script and directly attacked them. Caught completely off guard, they were stripped of their ability to fight back from the get-go, and from there on, the fat guy and the others largely knew what happened.

It’s worth mentioning that one guy had heard one of the attackers shout, just before losing consciousness—

“Targeting you bunch of clueless idiots!”

After learning all this, the fat guy was quiet for a while before turning to Ling Mo: “Old Ling, what do you think?”

Ling Mo’s answer was quite succinct—

“F*cking hell.”