Chapter 26: He was dragged down by the tail for not following the moral code of martial arts.

Gin, with his wet silver hair spread out, pushed open the bathroom door and stepped into the bedroom.

The wound, now cleaned and carefully bandaged, no longer bled, though a red mark still remained on the bandage. His cold green eyes scanned the room, and the inexplicable anxiety he'd felt in the bathroom subsided for a moment.

That sharp gaze seemed to have substance. The little raccoon huddled behind the closet, hugging its tail and almost instinctively lowering its breathing rate.

Even though she was quite confident in her stealth skills, Kurosawa Jin, or Gin, was, after all, a high-risk mini-boss who could even detect her presence when she was standing outside the bathroom door. He was not someone a novice player who was not even level 10 could easily deal with.

Having been killed four times by Gin at the start, Chaomu treated him with considerable caution, treating him like a boss. In this tense situation, her attention was focused as never before. The man's actions seemed to slow down in her eyes, being gradually broken down and analyzed.

The man was obviously very cautious. Even when he was just walking from his bathroom to his bedroom, he was still quite tense and looked around. Only when he didn't find any suspicious targets in the room did his tense muscles relax a little.

Not discovered.

Chaomu didn't let up, her breathing remaining incredibly soft, almost inaudible. Hiding her presence was a crucial element of Shen'er's stealth skills, and she had mastered it quite well.

The man sat on the edge of the bed, his back to her. His damp, satin-like silver hair was pulled back and fell over his left shoulder, revealing the undulating muscles of his back. A crisscross pattern of scars covered his cold, white skin. When he stretched his arm forward, the muscles on his back pulled, and a hideous, dark scar was also pulled by the muscles.

A blood-stained bandage wrapped around his right shoulder, its edges leaving shallow grooves in the flesh. It wasn't visible from behind, so Chaomu tiptoed to the side, under the bed, his gaze moving cautiously from bottom to top, inch by inch.

From the front, the bloodstain was visible just below his shoulder blade. Judging from the location and scope of the bloodstain, the wound wasn't particularly large, likely just a single gunshot wound. A bandage was wrapped around his ribs, wrapping around his right pectoral muscle.

An old classic suddenly flashed through the player's mind: A good man doesn't have a mistress... That's not right.

She became serious again and examined his wound carefully.

Right shoulder...

The bullet lodged in his body, which he had just removed himself, wasn't a penetrating wound. Her mind vividly replayed the first day's confrontation with him. As far as she could remember, he was left-handed, so the right shoulder injury probably had limited impact on him.

As both of them were killers, the dangerous aura from Gin felt more oppressive to her than that from Shi'er - of course, that might also be because Shi'er had never done anything serious to her, otherwise from the perspective of absolute strength, Shi'er would obviously be superior.

The dangerous silver-haired man sat on the bed, like a tiger temporarily resting by the river. He removed the bandage, and the bloody wound was exposed to the air.

The wound had been cleaned and the bullet removed. The raccoon moved his paw, wanting to poke the wound.

Generally speaking, she is not that bad-tempered... but the man opposite her is the Kurosawa Zhen who killed her four times in a row. She has been opened to his heart so many times, even shot in the head, so why can't he just poke her?

However, the risk of going up now is still a few billion points higher, so she suppressed her impulse and waited patiently.

Gin didn't notice her presence and went straight to treating the wound.

His back muscles contracted powerfully, tensing the muscles around the wound. His broad knuckles flexed, gripping the alcohol cotton ball, he applied it without hesitation, wiping efficiently.

The effect looked incredibly painful to the player, yet his stern expression remained unchanged. After cleaning, the odorless spray was applied. Chaomu sniffed, but didn't detect a single odor—instead, the smell of blood from the wound had vanished.

As expected of a killer, what kind of black technology is this...

Chaomu observed for a while and found that his right hand movements were a little slow, and he was cheered up: it seems that he is not completely hopeless.

After collecting the information, she decisively clicked on the teleport button, and searched the trash cans of the Amuro and Fushiguro families. She planned to wait until four o'clock before attacking the Kurosawa family at night.

The last-minute collection of materials and card drawing yielded no results. After the refresh at four o'clock, Chaomu went to the Fushiguro house again, intending to draw the cards first to see if he could get the Fushiguro Shinobu experience card by chance... As expected, there was no result.

She hadn't planned on using the Matsuda trial card just yet. After all, the opponent was a blast police officer, and no matter how skilled he was in physical skills, he wouldn't be as good as the professional killer Gin. She wasn't determined to clear the game in one go; there was nothing to lose by trying; if it didn't work out, she could just roll back.

At 4:30 in the morning, everything was quiet. The raccoon who had drunk a can of staying-up-late potion reappeared in the master bedroom of the Kurosawa family and visited the loyal trash can.

The curtains were drawn and the room was pitch black, but the raccoon's excellent night vision meant the darkness couldn't stop her. Her golden eyes locked onto the frowning man lying flat on the bed, like a predator stalking its prey.

He wasn't sleeping naked, he was wearing pajamas. The disarming damage didn't feel that direct.

Chaomu quietly dug out the trash can and switched back to human form in front of the bed. Raccoons were too small to be very convenient in a fight, so human form was more convenient.

In her left hand, she held the gun she had taken from the convenience store robber, but she didn't hold out much hope of successfully firing the gun on the first try - after all, she had never used the gun since she had confiscated it, and her proficiency was zero. She could only see if her first close-range sneak attack would be successful.

The silver-haired man's brow furrowed in sleep, appearing to be in a light slumber. Even though Chaomu had done his best to minimize his presence and suppress his breathing, the alert killer suddenly opened his dark green eyes when she approached and raised her gun.

"It's you...?" Gin lowered his lips, surprised and not surprised, "As expected, it's you..."

"Little mouse, meow?" The memory of being killed several times made Chaomu instinctively pick up his line, then raised his gun and smiled excitedly, "The little mouse is coming——"

Gin: “……?”

The strange feeling of familiarity made him feel a throbbing pain in his temples. As his anger rose, he felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction that "it's finally here", which made him murderous.

He sneered and turned to press the gun in her hand. When she pulled the trigger, the muzzle of the gun had already deviated. With the sound of the explosion, the bullet grazed his cheek and sank into the bed, leaving a bloody mark on that ferocious face.

Chaomu was not surprised that the attack missed - if a mini-boss was not difficult at all, it would not be called a mini-boss.

As the shot missed, her right nails suddenly grew longer, piercing those green eyes with lightning speed. Gin's pupils shrank slightly, and he raised his head to avoid it, leaving several bloody marks on his jaw and neck.

This woman...!

The opponent's attack was strangely familiar and chaotic, yet still strangely powerful, even comparable to a professionally trained assassin. Even though Gin had immediately clamped her wrist, her claws didn't retract, slicing through his pajamas and scraping his plump chest until it bled.

If he hadn't held her down, the strange nails of this short-haired girl with cat ears and a maid outfit would have pierced his chest.

The entire fight was a chaotic mess, devoid of any logical logic. He had already seized the girl's gun from the outset, and when he tried to shoot her, she expertly disarmed it, dropping it onto the bed and kicking it aside. The killer, ruthlessly on the edge of his sword, had a full complement of guns and knives by his pillow, which she also shoved out of reach of the two men, bringing the fight back to its most primitive form of hand-to-hand combat.

It was like a cat fighting a tiger. Although the cat was agile, the experienced tiger still had the upper hand. The bed shook violently, and the bedding was thrown to the ground.

Even though Chaomu's strength was not inferior to Gin's, and her agility even had an advantage, her fighting skills were really poor - Gin realized this after two rounds of fighting.

She seemed to have no sense of defense at all, and her strength poured out all at once. Even after he punched her in the lower abdomen, she just rushed forward again fearlessly after balancing her body. In the end, her nails successfully pierced one of his eyes, but the price was that he twisted her wrist.

In the scarlet vision, the silver-haired killer sneered.

In the chaos, he finally overpowered her with his strength. His well-developed arms bulged with powerful muscles, twisting her arms behind her. The back of Chaomu's head sank into the soft pillow, her lower body pinned firmly against his knees.

Gin bent his knees and knocked them against her hips, looking down at her as her struggles gradually weakened, like a fish flicking its tail on a chopping board.

Their bodies were close together, and Chaomu could smell the scent of tobacco—this guy must have smoked a cigar before going to bed. The killer's arms were tightly clamped around her neck and chest, pinning her down so that she couldn't move.

Her energy bar was already at its lowest point, and she obviously couldn't replenish it by drinking any potions at this point. This was probably related to her low level; as she leveled up, her energy bar would increase, and she wouldn't be experiencing this kind of fatigue mid-fight.

Currently, Gin's injuries weren't severe enough for her to ignore her combat power and succeed in one go. The difference in physical skills between the two was too great, so she probably didn't need to try again until she found a quest that could improve her combat proficiency.

The depleted strength and debuffs from her severe injuries made Chaomu's head feel heavy, and a simple analysis barely crossed her mind. She blinked slowly, looking up at the silver-haired killer.

Gin's condition wasn't much better at this point. One eye was closed, blood dripping out. The wound on his right shoulder was completely ripped open, and his pajamas were torn to shreds. Strips of cloth clung to his muscular body, and his chest heaved violently with anger and desire.

"I got you... little mouse." He chuckled, loosened her twisted and limp wrist, and grabbed her restlessly wagging cat tail. His hoarse voice was burning with fire, "Finally... I got you."

As if some desire was finally about to be satisfied, he looked down at the cold golden eyes of the girl in his shadow. Her slender neck seemed fragile and vulnerable under his palm... as if everything was under his control.

"What little mouse? A cat is a cat, meow." The base of the well-developed tail twitched from the heat of his body. Chaomu coughed from being pinched, and stared back at him with his golden eyes, looking particularly innocent. "Cats don't know what you're talking about, meow."

"have no idea……?"

The silver-haired killer's voice was muffled and hoarse, as if squeezed from his throat, brushing against her earlobes with an overwhelming, aggressive aura. He leaned down, his only remaining green eye fixed on her face, pressing his fingers and palms with force, demanding, "Tell me, who are you... Where are you from? Little mouse..."

"Cats are... um..." She opened her mouth vaguely, and her cheek was pinched fiercely.

"Don't speak unclearly. Answer me seriously." Gin pinched her face with his large palm, leaving bright red marks on her fair cheek with his fingertips. "Don't even think about trying to get away with it..."

The strange woman who had troubled him for several days was finally under his control, and the mysteries were finally about to be solved. Just thinking about this made his heart, which had been unsatisfied for many days, beat faster and his breathing became rapid.

The only thing that made him a little angry was that even at this point, when he had complete control over the vital points, this annoying bastard still kept his disgusting golden eyes open, with no fear in his eyes.

The girl's soft black cat ears twitched twice, and she muttered something under his palm. He didn't hear clearly, so he pulled his hand away a little, and saw her with a rather sarcastic face, saying: "Let me stop -"

——Damn...woman...!

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The author has something to say: Gin-chan woke up from her second dream in a row: It felt like she had a fight with someone on the bed...?

Raccoon: Fight and run away, slip away, and continue to upgrade.

After all, you are only level 6 and still in the early stages, so it is normal that you have not beaten Qin-chan. After adding some points in the middle stage, you can play it as a permanent character.

Today is Saturday, and there will be another update in the evening.