A mysterious stranger suddenly appeared. Normally, everyone should've gone on high alert—the dozens of guns would have instantly swiveled, clicking into place and aiming at the newcomer. The snipers up high should've had their fingers half-pressed on the trigger, crosshairs locked firmly on the intruder's head, ready to fire at a moment's notice.
The Black Roses did exactly that—quick and decisive. Sure, training rounds might not kill, but that kind of barrage is enough to make most folks wish they'd stayed home.
But as the starlight quickly faded, revealing the figure beneath, the Black Roses froze. Just like those observers who once watched over the Black Death Emperor and got paralyzed by his sheer presence, now, with Dream Monroe stepping into the light, everyone was left dumbstruck—blank-faced, brains wiped clean—just from the divine aura she naturally radiated. It was like those biochem experts in Shanghai all over again.
Of course, "everyone" definitely didn't include Mr. Yang.
"Oh, hey, you made it." Yang Qi lounged in a beach chair, acting all high and mighty, took another slurp of juice, and said lazily, "So, you wanna join my party too? Not that you were invited, but I don't mind. But your outfit's way off, c'mon, swap into this—now that's more like it."
With a flip of her hand, Yang Qi tossed out a white bikini. The thing was so light and skimpy, barely a few square inches of fabric—it was obvious how explosive it'd look on.
But Dream Monroe just snapped her fingers, and the bikini straps shot right back, sticking to Yang Qi's hand like glue—like stepping on a mouse trap. Dream snorted, "You can keep that for yourself. Crossdressing pervert taste, honestly worthless. But those two ounces of meat on your chest might be worth a look. This outfit suits you perfectly."
Whoa, now! That comeback snapped everyone out of their daze. I mean, nobody ever dared talk to Yang Qi like that—who the heck is this woman, does she have a death wish?
Glasses Girl saw her queen getting roasted and couldn't help wanting to clap back, but a quick glance at Yang Qi showed she wasn't even mad. Glasses Girl knew something was up, so she looked over at the stern of the boat, where Bobby Brooks was frantically crossing his arms and shaking his head, giving her the signal to zip it. So she swallowed her retort.
Yang Qi, meanwhile, kept flicking the swimsuit around like sticky tape stuck to her fingers, retorting, "Look at you, lying through your teeth again. First off, when have I ever worn women's clothes? Head to toe, it's all men's fashion, okay? Second, how can you say I have bad taste? Just look at this boat full of girls—every one of them is talented, virtuous, and respected. Who's got bad taste now?"
"Hey, what do you mean by that?!"
Dream Monroe cut straight to the point: "Isn’t it obvious? I’m saying you have no taste because you’re you! You’re a shameless, depraved, arrogant, self-important scumbag!"
Hiss—! The whole boatful of girls gasped in shock. Was this chick here for a roast battle? Dang, she’s wild! I’ve seen reckless people, but never anyone this gutsy. Girl, do you even know who you’re roasting? Look, the queen’s pissed—her hand’s already up!
Yang Qi couldn't take it anymore. She glared, raised her left hand, and grabbed—yep, the bikini strap stuck to her right hand, yanked it off, and found it stuck to her left.
The Eternal Night Queen deflated for a second and started looking for something to clamp it with. But since the roast came right to her doorstep, she couldn’t back down. So she shot back, "Looks like you’re really going all in this time, huh? Gonna pick a fight with me?"
"Pick a fight? Tasteless is tasteless, and you can’t even argue right." Yang Qi didn’t fire back, which made Dream Monroe feel like she’d won a round. She grinned, "I’m just here to save your fallen soul."
"Oh, I'm fallen? Fine, I admit it. I'm fallen." Yang Qi pulled Glasses Girl into her lap, making her squeal and blush. Yang Qi, holding the beauty, didn't even look at Dream Monroe, but her tone hardened: "I've been fallen for ages—never was a good person. So what does that have to do with you?"
Seeing this, Dream Monroe's expression shifted.
"You rushed all the way here, all fired up—what's your deal? Trying to save my soul? How are you gonna do that?" Yang Qi waved Chainsaw Girl over like she was calling a puppy. With beauties on both sides, she played the role of the evil capitalist to perfection.
Dream Monroe was stunned by Yang Qi's words. Yeah, what was she here for, anyway? She'd charged over in a rage, not thinking at all. But looking back, it made no sense.
Is this another trap set by Qi Meng?
"Bottom line," Yang Qi smiled slyly at Dream Monroe, firing back, "You’re just jealous, aren’t you?"
"Jealous?!" Dream Monroe bristled, practically jumping: "Jealous? Me, jealous of you? Please! Keep your bragging in check!"
"Who's bragging and who's lying? You showed up out of nowhere, running your mouth, then did it again. Girl, nothing hurts more than a dead heart—be honest, is that really you? All that breakup, farewell stuff, it's nonsense. Bottom line—" Yang Qi cut to the chase: "You're just tsundere."
"Tsundere?!" Dream Monroe didn't get the anime reference, but her cultivation made it clear. She was flustered, angry, and felt exposed—maybe coming back here was a mistake.
Why didn't I just leave when I had the chance? Best thing is to walk away and be done with it! No more drama—my rational mind knows, the more I stick around, the messier it gets.
Go, just go—even if I have to run away with my tail between my legs. If I don't leave now, I'll never find peace!
With that, Dream Monroe stopped hesitating, forced down her anger, turned around, spread her wings, and shot into the sky.
But seeing that panicked flight path, Yang Qi grinned, sure she'd won. She sprang up from the beach chair, kicked off, and leapt after Dream Monroe.
"Look, what's that!" someone shouted, pointing to the sky. A wave sped towards them, and as it got closer, they saw a black jet skimming the sea—Shadow Dragon Jet.
Boom! A column of water shot up as Yang Qi leapt high over the ocean. The Shadow Dragon Jet rose up just in time to catch her.
Yang Qi landed on the jet, her vacation outfit instantly morphing into her battle gear. Sunlight glinted off her sunglasses as her wild hair flew—she looked bold, free, and unstoppable.
"My little tsundere, let's see you try to escape my Five-Finger Mountain!"
"Who's bragging and who's lying? You showed up out of nowhere, running your mouth, then did it again. Girl, nothing hurts more than a dead heart—be honest, is that really you? All that breakup, farewell stuff, it’s nonsense. Bottom line—" Yang Qi cut to the chase: "You’re just tsundere."
"Tsundere?!" Dream Monroe didn’t get the anime reference, but her cultivation made it clear. She was flustered, angry, and felt exposed—maybe coming back here was a mistake.
Why didn’t I just leave when I had the chance? Best thing is to walk away and be done with it! No more drama—my rational mind knows, the more I stick around, the messier it gets.
Go, just go—even if I have to run away with my tail between my legs. If I don’t leave now, I’ll never find peace!
With that, Dream Monroe stopped hesitating, forced down her anger, turned around, spread her wings, and shot into the sky.
But seeing that panicked flight path, Yang Qi grinned, sure she’d won. She sprang up from the beach chair, kicked off, and leapt after Dream Monroe.
"Look, what’s that!" someone shouted, pointing to the sky. A wave sped towards them, and as it got closer, they saw a black jet skimming the sea—Shadow Dragon Jet.
Boom! A column of water shot up as Yang Qi leapt high over the ocean. The Shadow Dragon Jet rose up just in time to catch her.
Yang Qi landed on the jet, her vacation outfit instantly morphing into her battle gear. Sunlight glinted off her sunglasses as her wild hair flew—she looked bold, free, and unstoppable.
"My little tsundere, let’s see you try to escape my Five-Finger Mountain!"