After leaving, Ms. Thia continued wandering in the darkness, carefully selecting her targets.
Along the way, she encountered many people—homeless vagrants and those selling contraband.
Of course, most were people venturing out at night to purchase illegal goods.
When these people saw Ms. Thia,
they instinctively avoided her path completely, keeping their distance.
Tonight, the dangerous aura emanating from Ms. Thia seemed particularly intense.
For those surviving in the darkness, the most crucial skill was learning to recognize danger.
This was the first lesson, and the most important one.
Those who failed to learn it would be found in the slum corners by morning... dead with eyes wide open.
She stopped in her tracks.
"Why does it seem like everyone's avoiding me tonight?"
She stood there pondering for a moment but couldn't reach a definite conclusion.
Finally, Ms. Thia could only attribute it to her aura becoming somewhat similar to Mr. Loren's,
causing these people to sense danger and thus keep their distance from her.
"This is troublesome..."
She still needed to hunt, Ms. Thia thought with some headache.
After walking a bit further,
Ms. Thia found a hidden dark corner to lie in wait, concealing herself completely.
"Since everyone's avoiding me, I'll have to wait for prey to pass by."
Then Ms. Thia remained hidden there, waiting for suitable prey to come to her.
Half the night passed.
Ms. Thia still hadn't encountered an appropriate target.
She was beginning to doubt whether her hunting strategy had some flaws.
Fortunately, her patience proved worthwhile.
Ms. Thia waited a while longer.
Finally, three men who had purchased contraband passed by the corner together.
The three men were still discussing how the contraband sold at the street corner was both high quality and cheap.
Hidden in the dark corner, Ms. Thia finally revealed a smile at the corners of her mouth.
She had found suitable targets.
Ms. Thia gently drew the revolver from her work pants pocket.
Aiming at the tallest man among the three.
Once aimed, she stepped out from the dark corner.
"Don't move! Put your hands above your heads!!"
She emerged from the corner, shouting at the three men.
The revolver in her hand pointed directly at them, the brand new black-gold revolver appearing quite intimidating.
Seeing the obviously new revolver in Ms. Thia's hand, all three men's pupils contracted sharply.
Such revolvers weren't common—not the junk from the old era, but new-era revolvers.
The bullets equipped in these rare weapons had terrifying power, often capable of blowing off a person's head with a single shot.
The three men very obediently raised their hands.
"Friend, we don't have any Federation coins left on us—we used them all to buy contraband," one man said, indicating their poverty.
Hoping their destitution would make Ms. Thia leave.
Hearing one man's words, Ms. Thia affected a flirtatious tone and said with a smile:
"Don't worry, my little darlings, I'm not here to rob you."
"I haven't tasted a man in so long, I want to pick the strongest one among you!"
"Come have some fun with me tonight..."
The suggestive meaning in Ms. Thia's tone was quite clear.
The three addicts were momentarily stunned, exchanging glances with each other.
This kind of good fortune??
"Me! I'm the strongest among us three!!" the tallest man eagerly spoke up.
None of the three doubted the authenticity of Ms. Thia's words.
In the slums, nothing was surprising—every kind of person could be found here.
Moreover, all three felt that since the other party was pointing a gun at them, with their lives in her hands, there was no need for her to deceive them.
"Oh~ Is that so? I don't like boastful men."
"I have my own standards for judgment~"
Ms. Thia continued using her seductive tone.
Then, Ms. Thia pretended to think for a moment.
"I've got it—you should fight~ The last one standing must be the strongest."
"Then tonight, I'll be yours~"
After speaking, she raised her hand and fired a shot at the smallest man.
"Bang!"
With a flash of muzzle fire, the bullet exploded out.
It blasted a bloody hole in the smallest man's chest.
The man collapsed heavily, struggling a few times before dying.
Ms. Thia blew on her revolver's muzzle, pretending to disdainfully say:
"Such a scrawny man isn't to my taste~"
As her words fell, the intense smell of blood began permeating the night.
The iron-like scent of blood deeply stimulated the other two men with raised hands.
A living person had just died right beside them.
Their breathing became somewhat rapid.
At this moment, Ms. Thia added with a smile:
"Oh, and only the one who can spend the night with me gets to live, you know~"
"Begin, let me see which of you is the strongest man~"
The two men in the scene looked at each other, hesitating to start fighting.
Their brains were somewhat frozen in shock.
Seeing this, Ms. Thia urged with an enchanting voice and a smile:
"If you don't start fighting, I'll have to kill both of you."
"Then find another strong man to spend the night with before dawn breaks."
As Ms. Thia spoke, she swayed the revolver in her hand.
The revolver in her hand kept moving, the muzzle pointing at the tallest man one moment, then at the other thinner man the next.
As if she might suddenly fire at any moment, taking their lives.
She continuously applied pressure on these two men, attempting to completely break their psychological defenses.
Only Ms. Thia herself knew that her revolver had only one bullet left.
She was also walking a tightrope—one misstep would mean utter destruction.
In that case, she would never be able to save her husband.
Soon, the tallest man was the first to buckle under such intense pressure.
With a loud roar, he swung his fist and attacked his companion.
His thinking was quite simple—he was stronger than the other, so he would surely be the one to survive.
The other man, also under this pressure, was forced into a life-or-death struggle.
At first, the two only exchanged punches back and forth.
As they fought, they gradually grew genuinely furious.
Their punches became heavier, attacking each other's vital areas.
From initially targeting each other's chests, they slowly moved to necks, throats, and heads.
Later, they started using their legs too, kicking each other violently again and again.
Finally, both nearly exhausted,
they grabbed each other's clothes, tangled together, fell to the ground, and began attacking with teeth and elbows.
Soon, under the cruel and fierce struggle,
the two men barely managed to determine a winner.